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The Elves and the Feathered Folk have always maintained a good relationship with frequent interactions. Wood-element crystals produced in the Elven Forest frequently appeared in the Feathered tribes, and naturally, wind-element crystals from the Feathered tribes often found their way into the Elven Forest.

Sensing Lin Annuan's predicament, Wei Ranbei took the initiative to leave the imperial palace, claiming he was going to other countries to discuss some cooperation, and would probably not return for quite a long time.

While channeling his spiritual power to purify the surrounding gloomy aura, Cheng Jing remained vigilant against any changes in the environment. Suddenly, a flash of dark red appeared. His eyes narrowed as he focused his gaze in that direction, but because the distance was too great, he could not make out what that scarlet mass actually looked like.

Lin Annuan had always been low-key and disliked flashiness. People with personalities like hers actually felt a strong aversion to becoming the center of attention and the target of others' pointing fingers.

Suixin felt a sudden pang of guilt. Seeing that her best friend in the game, Plum Blossoms Proud of Snow, was pinned at the very top of her message list, she sent a message first.

Yet there was only discouragement. Naturally, he knew that the matter would be exposed sooner or later, but people were simply inclined towards self-deception. When the incident actually happened, it brought a strange sense of release rather than profound grief.

The host and the audience were struck dumb by her sudden outburst of madness, completely forgetting what expressions and reactions they ought to show.

"Is arguing not enough? Slap your own mouth! Do not make this deity say it a third time!" Di Qing was truly furious. Could it be that this turtle had been raised for nothing all this time?

During his study of potion-making, Leon had received guidance and assistance from many people, but not a single potion-master had ever instructed him the way he taught Locke. It could be said that the vast majority of Leon's current proficiency in potion-making came from his own diligent study and research.

Xia Shaoyu walked into the bathroom and turned on the cold water. Today's autumn water could truly be described as icy. Having suffered from a severe illness, she knew she could not withstand this freezing water.

He walked up to Chang Jiu, pressed his palms together, bowed deeply, and chanted a lengthy string of chant-like words that Chang Jiu could not understand.

By this time, he already understood what Wang Zhijun wanted him for, and vaguely grasped the reason behind the debate competition that had taken place shortly before.

"Boss, we are brothers." Xiao Qi was truly a sworn brother who had grown up wearing the same pair of split-crotch pants as Chu Molin.

"Hehehehe! The tears of regret of a heavenly god—this is simply too precious!" Although advanced in age, he remained as frivolous as ever when the moment called for it. Wu Yan trembling closed the porcelain vial and tucked it safely into his bosom.

Moreover, someone who had originally intended to live out life in solitude would, once their heart was stirred, never treat it as a mere game. Now that Feng Xi had developed genuine feelings for Zhang Juan, he would likely walk down that single path to the very end.

After Luo Ling finished speaking, Zhao Lian'er suddenly spoke up. Hearing this, Zhao Lian'er was momentarily startled, her body freezing slightly.

Fortunately, the CEO drove her along an uncongested route, allowing her to arrive at the agreed-upon location on time.

Hearing this, the mountain patroller's expression steadied slightly. Thinking that Leng Chengye's words made sense, there was no need to be jumpy here. Besides, with so many of them, and all of them grown men, what was there to fear?

Qian Ren looked at Xu Feifei's busy fingers and stroked her hair with a trace of pity. He thoroughly disliked the Emperor's sudden whim. Even though the Emperor wielded no real power and was merely a figurehead, he was still an imperial prince, and one should show him the respect he was due.

Seeing Liu Ningyou attempt to escape right under his nose yet again, Demon Lord Mo Xi was utterly infuriated, his expression turning even more sinister and gloomy than before.

At that moment, Chu Xiaofeng had already pounced forward. Raising his heavy club, he smashed their heads in one by one.

True Person Liyan, usually so detached and composed, could no longer sit still and paced back and forth in the front hall of the prince's mansion.

Qian Ren patted her dazed face and asked with concern, his stern and rigid features unmistakably etched with worry at that moment.

"Crown Prince, this servant has been right here all along, and this servant possesses no martial arts," Mu Xiaohong continued.

After all, this was not just any ordinary forest; the dangers were manifold. Not only would they fail to find the person, but they would also end up burying themselves here as well.

"This lord told him to wait nearby. Can't this lord go in by himself?" Lord Howling Moon said impatiently.

The immortals watched as Fairy Hundred Flowers Mingyang knelt in the main hall. Some were there to watch the spectacle, some sighed, some felt pity, and some thought she was only getting what she deserved.

Du Jun, who had been reporting to Jun Aohan, consciously came to a halt upon seeing this scene.

Upon seeing all the dragon-beasts suddenly manifest, Master Huaizhi hurriedly dispatched his beloved disciples to assist the imperial army in battle. Thus, the brilliant disciples unleashed their full prowess, leading tens of thousands of monkey soldiers and generals into the fray. The battle between the two sides was extremely fierce and continued until nightfall before both armies finally withdrew.

With this single palm strike, she exhausted every ounce of her strength. As she withdrew her hand, she was unable to check her momentum and collapsed limply onto the bed.

Dugu Shuqin clicked her tongue, not expecting the opponent to resort to this tactic. Raising the long sword in her hand, she moved the blade like a twisting dragon, dancing it into a torrential and impenetrable storm that deflected every single one of the bloody projectiles.

Wishing for peace and quiet, she came to her secret base—the secret base known only to Revolver, Old Tang, and Dafeng.

As Zhuang Jian blocked the offensive, it only further ignited the World Honored One's desire to seek out the spiritual roots of this realm.

A dozen minutes later, Fan Jianqiang completed the transaction, blocking with his left hand and pressing the exit key with his right, finalizing the deal.