One hundred and thirty. One hundred and thirty.

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The newspaper had completely tarnished his righteous image, and feeling a bit angry, Li Yongle turned to Jason and asked for the phone to call Wang Kai.

“Don’t be so formal, alright? We’re friends, aren’t we?” Leng Xuening always treated Qin Li kindly.

Ordinary demon beasts were easy to deal with, as their intelligence was limited, but demon kings were another matter. A single mistake could lead to Chen Feng and his team’s complete annihilation.

Li Qingfeng silently vowed in his heart: Senior Flame Dragon, rest assured. Once I’ve slain the Nine-headed Demon Saint and the other Ghost Saints in the Forbidden Land, I will seek out a sacred spiritual elixir to restore your mental power.

Xiang He exhaled softly as if having completed his task. He looked at his blurry figure with a sorrowful smile before quietly sitting atop the coffin, waiting for his disappearance.

Ista’s own strength naturally gave him confidence. But if it had been someone else, surviving a fierce battle at all would have been considered fortunate.

“No problem. I can’t speak for other places, but when it comes to there, I can make all the decisions,” Li Yongle affirmed confidently.

“Tianwaitian… This is Tianwaitian. I heard my father describe it—it’s much like this place,” Huangfu Xiqian suddenly said.

“Can’t sleep?” Bai Zhuyun’s voice, like the night breeze, echoed through the silent room.

“Li Xuan’er, where have you been? I’ve been here most of the day, and you only just came out. Obviously, you’re not worried about Li Ge, so don’t go,” Ji Ruyu decisively rejected Li Xuan’er’s request.

After all, the other party had tasted more hardships than the roads I’ve traveled. Though I don’t know why he endured so much, as a renowned top TV drama director in the industry, Zhang Li certainly had his own unique skills.

If it weren’t for Wang Hui personally investigating Tang Tang, one might have really thought Tang Tang had fallen out of love.

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With the groom absent, no one dared to push the bride to drink anymore. Bit by bit, the wedding ended prematurely.

Airi marveled at Eudora—her reflexes were incredible! If you linked all her moves, they could circle the entire continent.

As the one involved, Naza could clearly feel that she seemed somewhat different now.

The four’s cultivation methods were strange—sometimes merging into one, sometimes scattering to four directions. Their unified goal was the sheepskin scroll.

These people made money by planting cotton, earning stacks of cash. At the same time, they also cultivated pear trees.

According to Airi’s own calculations, though he lacked the ability to use magic despite having spiritual power, his strength beyond the ordinary should allow him to hold his own against a level-four warrior.

Before long, the group returned to the Four Directions Exchange. While using the surplus money to treat their wounds, Yun Su and the steward Sun from the Four Directions Building got acquainted. This steward, Sun Chou, was in his forties, with a lean appearance and slender build, but his eyes shone with sharp light and a restrained aura, making Yun Su wary.

Not everyone could be noble. The local Tang Dynasty’s grain and meat supplies were sent to the Camel Hump Continent. Zhang Baiyu’s subordinates, having eaten and drunk their fill, began scheming to get more benefits for themselves.

Though the young monk knew the matter was already settled, he had no way but to shout in rage at Bu Su, who had almost ruined his life, venting his endless hatred.

Meanwhile, deep beneath the earth, it seemed an invisible giant was pulling everyone’s bodies downward, dragging them underground.

Amid a piercing scream, a middle-aged cultivator dressed in black and looking terrified was besieged by several two-headed giant wolves. Ultimately, he could no longer hold out and one wolf bit off his arm.

“Boss Su, I just used the Ghost Wolf to scout some information. This time, the giant tribe coming is called Wutu, a medium-sized tribe with ten thousand giant warriors—far more than us,” the battle wolf reported anxiously.

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The Three Immortals of the Qing Gou Sect, the sect’s greatest reliance, lay collapsed within the palace—weak and barely clinging to life.

Xuyuan had now grown accustomed to this routine; if she wasn’t spanked, she felt somewhat lost.

Although fewer than five hundred remained by their side, Yuan Fou still resolutely ordered Gan Ning to lead the Meng Chong Battalion first. Whether Gan Ning’s battalion could seize the Qinglin Ferry directly determined if he could escape alive. If they failed, Yuan Fou’s death would be certain.

He Wuhen nodded, already vaguely guessing that Dragon Five, their menial master, probably had his own hardships and story.

Its eyes flickered with scarlet flames as it watched He Wuhen and the others disappear. With a voice rippling like a soul wave, it spoke softly.

The Dao Xuan Sect’s outer gate competition was held once every fifty years, only allowing cultivators under fifty to participate. The top three disciples could exceptionally enter the inner gate.

As for our Qingjing, though he longed for half of Mei Chaofeng’s Nine Yin Scripture, his strength was insufficient. So, with Mei Chaofeng gone, Qingjing turned his attention to her hiding place.

“The police station just called, saying there’s trouble at Jiya and I need to go there immediately,” Su Qianxun said as Gu Mian helped her put on her shoes.

No matter the scene, whatever he imagined in his heart, when played through those strings, all turned into reality.