"I already watched it last night."

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The journey was silent. Once they reached the sky above the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, Li Jing ordered his troops to set up camp. They erected a cloud platform in the air and struck a formidable pose, eager to display their might.

Ao Bing had seen arrogant people before, but never anyone quite like this. Furious, he cursed, "You insolent thief! Li Gen, the Yaksha, was an official of the Heavenly King’s palace; not only did you kill him, but you dare to stand here and spout such wild nonsense!" With a wave of his painted halberd, the surrounding waves rose like mountains, surging and crashing as they rolled toward Nezha.

For two generations, the family had operated in Yong City, weaving a complex web of connections that made them one of the leading powerhouses among the local elite.

Nash received the ball in the backcourt, directing his teammates as he sprinted toward the frontcourt, where he delivered a no-look pass at the three-point line.

Marshal Tianpeng and Zhu Bajie—whether these roles were a matter of destiny or conspiracy, the truth was that everything had been sealed the moment he took on the position of Marshal Tianpeng.

Henson’s tone was beyond reproach. The reason he chose to participate in the Las Vegas Summer League this year was that the competition there was far greater! The Orlando Summer League, with its fewer than ten participating teams, could no longer satisfy his ambition.

Davis brought the ball across midcourt, once again seeking a high pick-and-roll. The entire Bucks team immediately collapsed toward the paint.

If the Celtics' Big Three had fought with all their might in every game as they did in the first, perhaps the Pacers wouldn't have been able to advance. However, the reality was that people are not machines; players are subject to complex emotions. Once morale wanes, it becomes incredibly difficult for them to exert their full strength.

Although he had spent a fortune to reconstruct the hull of the Titanic to near-original scale, it was, in reality, nothing more than a prop set over eight hundred feet long, completely incapable of sailing.

Afterward, Qian Long simply dismissed all his relatives and friends; staying here was just waiting for death to no avail, so it was better to leave cleanly while he could.

Was Shi Yan actually shy? Or had the blade of time carved him into this shameless state? Or perhaps… he carried deep, unforgettable experiences that had led to this transformation?

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"You two!" Sweat beaded on Du Rong’s forehead. He knew that if these two were to clash, both would end up severely wounded, and the plan to wipe out Bai Xue would fall through.

He left without a second thought, his departure crisp and decisive. Strangely, Bai Xue made no attempt to stop him; in fact, she acted as if she hadn't seen him at all.

No wonder her Yi Han hadn't reacted to her needs as he had in the past. Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly understood.

Yi Han immediately followed Charlie to the scene, but upon arrival, he was surprised to find Ethan lying on the ground, with a panting Feng Xiaoxiao sitting beside him.

When he opened his eyes, the sunlight was blinding, clearly indicating it was high noon. He crawled out of the tent and stretched lazily. Although his oversleeping had delayed their progress, the deep sleep had restored much of his strength, and the internal injuries he suffered last night had healed by seventy or eighty percent.

In Feng Xiaoxiao’s heart, this album was the most precious heirloom her grandfather had left her. Even though all her relatives were no longer by her side, she could still feel the deep, overflowing love within its pages.

Ye Lingfeng sensed that something was amiss and channeled all his internal energy to force out the cold poison within him.

Qing Chen took one last deep look at Fu Lingya, bowed his head to Murong Jue, and then turned away, leaving the Jue Prince’s estate with a decisive stride.

"Does that mean I don't need to be polite at all when dealing with those people downstairs?" Murong Chen looked out the window and said coldly.

And what about me? Who am I? Am I truly Xi Yang, the palace consort who was once shunned and is now favored, as everyone says?

These words drifted past his ears, and Ye Shu listened for a moment longer until he caught the intelligence he was searching for.

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She had not been accustomed to it and was naturally exhausted, but now that she had gradually smoothed over her relationships, she still kept her nerves tightly strung.

From the moment Zhou Zekai opened his mouth, everyone was captivated by the boy on stage. His voice, tinged with laziness and tenderness, slowly unfolded the song that was wrapped in a fairy tale—the first original composition everyone had heard in a long time.

It wasn't for any other reason than his Thunder Spirit Root, which gave him the greatest resistance to lightning. If there were any dangers in this mine, they would most likely be related to electricity; having him lead the way was certainly the most prudent choice.

After speaking, he pulled Zhou Siqi and went out. It was already past eight o'clock, and many shops were starting to open. Coincidentally, there was a mobile phone store across from the internet cafe, which reminded Zhou Zekai of his sister’s outdated handset.

At seven-thirty, the awards ceremony officially began. Like most film awards, it opened with speeches from leaders. The chairman of the organizing committee took the stage and delivered a long-winded, vapid speech before the host, Cai Kangyong, finally appeared.

Zhou Bai had a hobby: collecting famous watches. Over the years, he had accumulated quite a collection, and selecting one for the auction was certainly fitting.

After entering the sect, the Sect Master and the others naturally inquired about the specific origins of Ye and Yan. The two did not hide anything, explaining clearly that they came from the Xuanming Prefecture in the lower realms, detailing their original sect, and how they had arrived by striking the Golden Bell. Naturally, this included the details regarding their direct-disciple tokens and the messages left within them.

Those who could advance to the second round of the tournament were not weak in martial arts; a fool could never have made it this far.