Chapter 119

Xu Yunzhuo sighed, "Garbage system."
Her task was simple: ensure the world didn't collapse and keep the male and female leads from making trouble. She hadn't been paying attention to Pei Jin lately, so she didn't know how far things had progressed with Ning Qinghuan. Furthermore, since Pei Qiaonian wasn't currently involved in their romantic journey, there was no risk of him targeting Pei Jin out of a desire to steal the heroine. Consequently, Ning Qinghuan wouldn't die, which meant Pei Jin wouldn't end up seeking vengeance against Pei Qiaonian.

It was an abstract oil painting with intense, vivid colors; even though Wen Xiawei didn't know much about art, she felt a strong sense of discomfort radiating from it.
He glanced at his watch. It was already two in the afternoon, and he wondered if there was still food left at the school cafeteria.
The sudden noise, combined with his inexplicable lapse in concentration, forced Ning Han to tense up and stay alert. Heaven only knew what sort of thing this was.
The exquisite golden leaf collar pin fastened at his neckline was inlaid with shimmering, tiny diamonds, looking both elegant and unique, exuding a sense of asceticism.
She first put on the new materials she had bought today, then improved the wheels, and even added several mechanisms to the original design of the wheelchair.
"I am in your debt, Eunuch. I shall certainly pay a visit to express my gratitude another day!" Zhong Nan finished three cups in one go, then personally saw the man out of the main gate.
How could a major talent agency like Yusen Entertainment not have a room available? It was merely that Ying Wushuang wanted to humiliate Yin Yi.
They realized now that a major upheaval had occurred in the deep sea; the good days of the past were gone forever, and the great chaotic oceanic age foretold in the prophecies was about to arrive.
She had thought Lu Wantang was telling the truth, never imagining it had been pure fabrication. If she had guessed wrong just now and been hurt by that wild ox, what would she have done?
Xu Lingzhu only slowly regained her senses at this moment. Possessing keen hearing, she instinctively looked in the direction from which the wind came.
On this day, outside Xining City, the administrative seat of Xiping Prefecture, a vast sea of people surged. Everyone was gathered together in high spirits, as if waiting for something.
Liao Hua gestured to those behind him, and the soldiers charged forward immediately. Under the cover of the heavy rain, they killed the unsuspecting Wei troops and drove off the laborers.
He, who had previously intended to offer a low-level magical artifact, now felt a deep sense of shame and inadequacy, unable to bring himself to present it.
On this day, Yu Liuming gathered a team along with Ning Shuangying, Luo Qingyao, Erniu, Ning Qing, Xu Liang, Xu Zesheng, and others in front of the gates of Xining City.
Whether a nation is powerful is not the sole standard for determining whether it possesses the attributes of an "empire."
At this moment, the Qingkong Pillar, driven by Long Xing, arrived at close range and slammed violently into the cultivator.
With those words from Zhao Xian, his son, and even the generations to follow, were now guaranteed security.
At that time, King Bolesław V of Poland resided in the capital, Krakow, and could only exert control over his direct territories.
As soon as Wu Song heard them, he knew they were here with ill intent. Turning back, he saw four men wearing identical uniforms and carrying blades at their waists, appearing like government soldiers, shoving several villagers.
Ming Suyu, who had gone to the Du'e Realm to resolve the blood puppet formation, was ambushed by three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators on her return journey. Had she not been exceptionally powerful and laden with treasures, she truly would have lost her physical body in the Du'e Realm.
Upon leaving, Fuyi glanced back at the cultivator surnamed Chen, who remained lost in the illusion. The color had drained from his face, and his spiritual aura was fading; he had been at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage moments ago, but had now plummeted to the mid-stage.
The realm of consciousness is boundless. In an instant, it can transcend billions of miles to sense strange things across different times, spaces, and dimensions. In the blink of an eye, the two Wu Langs were reduced by the high thermal energy of the fireball into countless tiny particles, decomposing into another form of energy that fused tightly with every point of the fireball.