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Another weekend had arrived, and he was asking for some recommendation votes. He had been extremely busy these few days but assured his fellow daoists that Huan Yu would continue to strive and maintain a steady update.

He thought he had spoiled them too much; now they were even daring to defy his commands.

However, with Chen墨言's interruption, Tiansihan’s urgent and eager thoughts dissipated somewhat.

While Thousand Lines was lost in thought, Yun Shu had already dealt with those people. She was having Li Family's servants bind them up.

Of course, Jōjima Ichirō did not doubt the financial power of Da Qin International. After all, once the smartwatch hit the market, Da Qin International’s earning speed would be faster than a national printing press.

Suddenly, a shadow descended from the sky, and the dark part of the animal mask appeared before Ye Han.

"Grandpa, we only agreed to date each other for a short while on the seventh. I wouldn’t have paid much attention," Sabins spoke innocently. He had known Initial Seventh for about two years, but she had only recently agreed to date him, so he was just happy.

As Sabins finished speaking, Yun Shu’s gaze drifted towards the distance, and Yun Yao felt that her expression did not seem fake.

Liu Tingfang was generous; in Beijing, he wasn’t much. A few minutes later, Wei Dongxiang could get up without bowing out.

Qiu Qian sat beside Gao Peng's bed. Gao Peng looked more like Teacher Ye—youthful, with clear brows and a refined demeanor, exuding the understated charm of a science student. If it were an ordinary person, they would be unremarkable; if a successful individual, a bit of grooming could make him handsome.

Water Sae子秋's question left everyone staring at each other, unable to come up with a clear answer.

Logically speaking, his output should not have been as high as Zhang Fan’s. After all, Zhang Fan had already used an Purple-grade attack scroll to deal significant damage to the Demon King Sarla and followed it up with powerful attacks. How could he be much lower than the Twilight of the Gods?

"Brother Ling, tell Uncle Jun when you get back that we should start going to school tomorrow," Xiao Yi did not waste time but directly instructed Xiao Ling.

At the corner of Athoriss's lips, a faint smile appeared as she put on the pendant around her neck. She inserted the dagger into her waist and supported herself with the holy sword. The blue cloak billowed in the wind, and the silver armor reflected a sacred glow through the window. Her emerald green eyes gazed at the distance.

"Now, I want to kill you too!" Bai Bing'er suddenly turned around and swung her palm towards Ye Han.

"A secret scripture more precious than Heaven-level techniques?" Huang Zhenhuo was taken aback by this news. He knew how valuable Heaven-level techniques were, but he had never heard of a secret scripture that surpassed them.

The elevator model at the Academy was similar to the military department—tough and durable, bulky and crude, with no regard for aesthetics, focusing solely on functionality.

Twenty-five shots, thirteen hits; Lin Yifeng had hit one more ball than Zhao Feng’s twenty-five shots, twelve hits.

Silence enveloped them. The roar of the beasts echoed from afar but was not as clear as Lu Lingyan's struggling whispers. The atmosphere felt eerie, and a gentle breeze blew, rustling Thousand Jinsun's robe, giving it a slightly desolate feel.

"Director, I understand…" Qian Yue nodded quickly, but her frown deepened. She wasn’t unaware of the director’s requirements, but she couldn’t use her right arm at all; how could she meet his demands?

"I am Xin Yue, the new head of the Divine Moon Mercenary Group. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Xin Yue smiled brightly at An Ran. Although she didn't have as striking an appearance as An Ran, she was very sweet and charming, making her quite likable.

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