Chapter 40

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The Founder of Wrongful Death had intended exactly this when he asked Wan Guiyuan to help purge the sect; he did not want his disciples to accumulate unnecessary karmic burdens.
Hearing the princess’s affirmative answer, Young Master Jiang offered a faint smile. He had learned to conceal his emotions well, ensuring no one would suspect anything was amiss.
Yan Qingqing squatted before the coffee table opposite Han Qian, frowning as she poured two cups of tea, and whispered.
I think this definition is quite precise; it is also the most extensive application and definition that could give rise to artificial intelligence in the future.
What exactly is Wan Guiyuan’s background? How could he possibly seize the exotic treasure left behind by the ancestors?
Song Zhi yawned. After being interrupted by his senior sister, he had lost the mood for a bath. He extended his divine sense slightly and, confirming that his sister was not eavesdropping behind the door, he rose slowly.
"Yan’er, come here! Do not associate with such ignorant people." As if sensing Jiang Ziyan’s embarrassment, Elder Gao spoke up, calling her over.
Then, she suddenly felt her entire body heat up, as if a raging fire were burning in her abdomen, and her breathing became rapid.
It was primarily because the film itself was so captivating; once you were immersed in it, you would never doubt that the Leslie Cheung on screen was a fake, for the real Leslie Cheung had already departed this world.
Hearing the commotion, Xiao Moli immediately knew it was Xiao Qian’ai. He knelt outside and leaned against the door to coax her.
He then skillfully stuffed a pillow behind Ou Chen’s back to prop him up.
"Awooo?" Miss Shui suddenly felt as if she had been deceived; the thought made her fume with rage.
"Do you remember what the man you married in your dream looked like?" Lian Yucheng asked, somewhat astonished.
Looking at her now, his head throbbed all the more. He could no longer tell what was going on inside her mind.

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Watching the bound God of Wealth and the Matchmaker, Chang’e offered a sinister smile. She pulled a hairpin from her hair and stepped toward them.
He knew Ou Xin’s jealousy and hatred toward Ou Chen were no less than his own, yet Ou Xin was nowhere to be found.
Ye Chen’s eyes were filled with soft, cool tenderness, suppressing the restless demon within his chest that yearned to break free.
The band, having regained their focus, unleashed their full power after a shout, launching into a most fervent and explosive DJ track.
Thinking there might be more valuables in Lian Xinying’s bag, they picked it up and opened it immediately.
If Nangong Yu were to appear before him again, he was confident he could crush and kill him within ten moves.
Arriving at the Tianyuan Villa district, they found it was still under construction. Late at night, workers were still laboring in several villas; tower cranes rotated, and concrete mixer trucks were busy pouring foundations.
Witnessing such a bloody scene, Lin Xiaochu below covered her mouth in terror, while Ou Yi was equally frightened, trembling as he leaned against a stone pillar.
It was a deeply metaphysical experience. In an instant, Jiang Yu felt an immense sense of grief—a sorrow so profound he could hardly bear it.
The stone pillar struck by the wild bull did not shatter completely; instead, its outer shell crumbled, revealing a block of black rock underneath.
"Greetings, General Gan Ning." Zhao Yang, seeing Gan Ning approach, followed the brothers’ lead and bowed with cupped hands.
He could not fathom why Jun Lang and the others were so tense, but seeing Ling Yuyi’s suspicious expression, Mei Le realized that Shen Yi’s deep slumber was not as simple as it seemed.
The greatest value of the Black Gold Demon Bees lay in their hives—or more precisely, in the blood crystals found within them.
After parting ways with Jaina, she immediately discovered traces of the Horde’s ground forces. She, who had intended to command the battle against Zul’jin, was forced to turn her attention to the threat on land. Although the Alliance had previously constructed some makeshift fences and trenches, these simple defenses were clearly insufficient to withstand the enemy’s assault.

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A sharp glint flashed in Xiao Mo’s eyes, the veins on his face bulging. With a sudden surge of strength in his lower body, he quickly pulled himself upright.
Therefore, despite He Junjie’s constant opposition toward Liu Huaidong, out of respect for a veteran with professional integrity, Liu eventually chose to approach him personally, trying to guide him out of his cognitive block.
What? It’s not about the An family? Then what is it? Xu Meifeng wanted to refuse, but she had no choice but to smile and invite Xiao Jingsheng to speak his mind.
The assistant director was extremely attentive. Qin Yi did not stand on ceremony; he handed his suitcase to him and sat beside the director, watching the footage on the screen.
"What is Senior Wuji talking about? The Endless Black Lake is not far from here," the Azure Emperor said with a faint smile.
On what grounds? Her Hui’er was the eldest legitimate son of the Fourth Prince’s mansion and was destined to inherit the title.
The "Fairy Tree" or Ironwood that Zhao Chengfei spoke of must also be a demonic plant, perhaps quite powerful. Based on the information provided, the "door" opened by the Old Wutong Tree, which led to an alien dimension, was drawn forth by this Ironwood.
Returning to the village and looking at his former home now occupied by others, he saw candlelight spilling from the windows. He seemed to see Dai Jin sitting under the window, head bowed as she mended clothes; the orange candlelight painted her skin with a hue like honey.
The fellow, suddenly feeling playful and exceptionally lucky, quickly withdrew his two grubby hands from Lin Yaoyao’s eyes.
① Forensic theory: Soft tissues of a corpse eventually dissolve and disappear due to putrefaction, leaving only bones and hair; this is called skeletonization. The time required for skeletonization varies depending on the season and the environment of the corpse.