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Dear fellow cultivators, Rain of Illusions now desperately needs your support votes. Whether you are from the Way of Virtue, the Dark Path, the Buddhist Sects, or the Confucian School, or even the妖灵 Island, please extend a helping hand and give Rain of Illusions some support votes. I will do my best; today, there will be at least 7000 words (note: this does not include the update before midnight, so starting now, there will be at least another 7000 words). Of course, if the results are good...

I closed my eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened them again. Looking at Wu Ershan and the other two, I was filled with battle intent. No matter how the person laid out their plans, I would focus on the present.

Unlike his father's refined demeanor, he was thin but exuded a rugged aura that made it clear he was no ordinary individual.

There were no objections from everyone; this was just an initial regulation, and they still needed to discuss specifics with some leaders from the Quality Inspection Bureau.

She had planned to settle down first before capturing the yin soldiers, but how could she have known they would run away so quickly?

She barely slept soundly. In her dreams, she involuntarily twitched, startled awake, and looked around to see if I was still there.

Yi Miao shuddered as a foreboding thought arose: Could this parrot really be planning to eat someone?

Yan Lingxuan calmed down, threw a piece of treasure to the messenger, then waved him away.

"What's going on?" I looked at the cat's sharp claws, so close to me. What had just happened? I was suddenly filled with dread.

Thanks to the Primordial Energy, his talent was outstanding, and he excelled in memory. He had read many ancient texts and learned much from Ao Guang, gaining knowledge of various strange things.

"Alright, stop making a fuss and listen to Zi Yi explain!" Tianhao Liu feigned calmness.

Princess Kunxing spoke her mind freely; she didn't know the consequences of what she was saying.

In this era, war relied heavily on luck. A plague, rugged terrain, lack of supplies, or even minor factors could lead to defeat.

"Disaster? Brother, will I foresee any disaster in Yanzhou? Any danger to my life?" Dong Zhuo anxiously asked.

The old dean's appearance not only surprised Lu Xia but also the people seated at the table. He had appointed his grandson as a committee member while he himself appeared as a family guard in the audience. But clearly, he did not care about this and sipped tea leisurely.

"Shh, don't talk!" The elderly man quickly covered the child's mouth with his hand, his expression suddenly alert as he scanned the surroundings, as if fearing that some demon might overhear them.

Gentle energy flowed like a warm breeze, surprising even Mo Tian.

After half an hour of discussion, most topics had been addressed. This "interview" was coming to an end.

A voice called out to her, and she followed it. The fog before her seemed layered but did not impede her passage. Suddenly, she saw vibrant rainbow light, so beautiful and dazzling. As she tried to get closer, a figure appeared in front of her.

Left Junlin's words felt like both instructions and commands, making Gu Xianwen uncomfortable, as if Lu Xia was his personal possession.

As the most formidable weapon in the emperor’s hands, he was also one of the continent’s风云-shaking talents alongside Su Mu. He even held the identity originally intended for Su Tong.

The difference between them was simple: when the atmosphere wasn't tense, the latter would subtly probe the police's stance, trying to gather information without being obvious—three words were key, and they needed to be tested.

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