The final three days of the month—please, I beg you for your support!

Two lances, each more than a dozen meters long and hardened with chakra, seemed to have eyes of their own.

Luo Qian had always considered herself fairly intelligent, but in front of this man, her thoughts clearly struggled to keep pace.

Lie Yan glanced through the map of the Hundred-Step Labyrinth Cave in his sea of consciousness and nodded with satisfaction. When he came back to himself, he heard Zhan Pei and the others laughing heartily.

A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside Jue Ying’s ear. Startled, he turned around, and the familiar figure that entered his sight made his pupils contract.

Deidara walked over to the corpse, retrieved the bloodstained straw hat, and silently fiddled with the clay in his hands.

The remaining Sky-Refining Bullet, affected by the shock wave from the previous explosion, veered from its original trajectory and grazed past the Thousand-Hand True Buddha.

Hearing the navy lieutenant’s words, Doflamingo’s lips curled upward, while the pirates behind him all burst into unrestrained laughter.

All the students of Fenghua Academy, led by that proud, beautiful young man, Qi Baiyang, stared blankly at Lie Yan.

“Get back to work!” said a man who looked like the leader. The others immediately resumed their business as though nothing had happened.

“Ever since I, Greedy Wolf, was born, good fortune has followed me without end. Though the planet of my birth was poor in resources and thin in spiritual energy, I obtained a heaven-defying cultivation method as soon as I learned to walk. After ten years of cultivation, I reached the Body-Fusion Stage; after a hundred years, the Spirit-Sealing Realm; and after a thousand years, I had already reached the pinnacle of the Yang-Real Realm.”

“Have you eaten yet?” was their coded phrase. If Zhou Zekai had decided that they were going to act this time, he would answer, “I have.”

The Emperor had never become the good father Ji Gui had wanted, and Ji Gui himself had hardly been a worthy son. He formed factions, took control of the capital’s outskirts garrison, and even reached his hands toward the taxes of Xuancheng. During the last Shouning Festival, Jingyang had been willing to suffer injury just to make him take the blame. Wasn’t it because he still coveted the military authority Jingyang would one day possess?

“If they weren’t filthy little crybabies, raising a few more wouldn’t be a problem!” Bai Yutang said solemnly.

Before long, the Northern Frontier, Gan, Cheng, Su, Yan, and several other prefectures all received the news that Ji Jingxi’s fate was unknown. Countless memorials flew like snowflakes toward the Hall of Diligent Governance.

Zhou Zekai then took Zhou Zeshan into the clothing store. He first had the attendant bring out that long dress, then bought several more pieces for his younger sister before carrying the bags outside. He had no idea that, after he left, the attendants all thought the man was absolutely insane. Talking to the air while buying clothes—what else could that be but madness?

Zhou Zekai was utterly sincere. He hoped the person before him could find happiness, and he could also see that Yu Yunyue had developed feelings for Lu Yang during this period. He was not the sort of person who insisted on making someone fall in love with him. This outcome was, in fact, the best one.

Empress Zhao truly had no particularly vicious nature, but she herself was a tremendous source of murderous intent. Wang Guifei had never forgotten the time when, heavily pregnant, she had been struck by a member of the Zhao clan and nearly died along with her unborn child. Whether Empress Zhao had intended it or not, the fact remained that mother and child had nearly perished at the hands of the Zhao clan.

After Zhou Zekai’s death, the entire nation even observed a period of mourning for him. The passing of the greatest patriot of the century made the country feel the loss of a brilliant talent. Though outsiders knew nothing of the many things Zhou Zekai had left behind to make the motherland stronger, those in power understood them perfectly.

There were windmill spins, backflips, inverted jumps, and all manner of spinning moves—one set of street-dance movements after another was displayed.

Besides, it was only the nineteenth at present. Delaying the release of the promotional video for a few days would have no effect.

By the time Lin Chong opened his eyes, it was already noon. Lu Zhishen had gone down the mountain to hunt and, while he was at it, search for some wine.

Apart from that, she loved listening to her father play the qin. Sometimes she refused to sleep at night and would drift off amid the sound of the zither.

As she gently stroked the hair she had been asked to tend, she suddenly remembered how Ye Qingyang had forced her that afternoon to list her own strengths.

In any case, one had to admit that Shiyu’s nickname as the entertainment industry’s biggest idler was, to a very great extent, the result of his own way of doing things.

The passage formed from Huyan Huai’s body resembled a series of gaping maws, radiating an intense aura of darkness as the surrounding air twisted around it.

At the thought of that name, Jiang Qingzhu suddenly found herself missing him a little. She wondered whether he had been doing well lately.

Under her gaze, he slowly walked over and knelt on one knee. Holding her ankle in both hands, he smiled. She lowered her head and looked at him teasingly, gradually relaxing the pressure of her foot as he lifted her right leg.

Yan Muqing’s rabbit-red eyes were swollen, tears spilling from their corners as she buried herself in Zhou Yan’s arms and began to sob.

“You’re willing to help us? You’re willing to let magic be revived here?” Cleveland asked, his eyes wide.

“Gao Chuan proved through his actions that he truly never regarded Ascoli as his mortal enemy. This time, Ascoli really has no choice but to yield beneath Gao Chuan’s relentless boasting,” wrote the netizen ‘The Road Ahead Is Uncertain.’

That was also why today’s battle between the inner disciples had attracted so many people. The inner disciples belonged either to the Heavenly Works Hall or the Origin Martial Hall, so everyone was bound to pay close attention to the fight.

Before long, the group arrived at the entrance of an unremarkable-looking house. Yang Bingzhang, leading the way, pushed open the door first, then bent forward, clasped his fist toward Li Hongzhang, and gestured for him to enter.

“Then why is it that some people who have lost their memories recover them after experiencing a powerful shock or impact?” Liu Hong asked.