Forty-nine, forty-nine.

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He couldn’t catch a single word they said; all he could do was watch their lips move. Holding the microphone, they pointed toward him, then shouted loudly into it. Mo Lianghong’s heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly turned his gaze to his wife. Sure enough, the moment she heard the name Ye Moxing, her eyes glazed over for a moment, visibly resistant, yet her mind somehow became unusually sharp.

Yiyuanqin told the maid to keep it safe. The tenth and eleventh issues might still be revised early in the year before the final version is decided.

Qin Moshang was changing clothes; upon hearing her voice, he immediately came out, only to see the car driving away.

Shen Qingshui was about to stop him from getting too close to take advantage, but upon hearing his words, her attention shifted.

The ferry was dimly lit. Xize had hardly spoken, sitting in the shadowy car figure, lips slightly pursed, occasionally asking, “And then?”

“Am I... being kidnapped by you?” Nervous but feigning calm, Shen Qingshui stopped moving her hand holding the phone, letting out a self-mocking smile.

In the end, they could only seek help from the production team. The itinerary had been prepared hastily, and the team was unfamiliar with the Honghe Rainforest. They had to rely on local villagers for guidance, who gave directions through the earpiece.

In the live broadcast room, his fans had been holding back for a long time. Under the suppression of the weak Wen Zihang, they were once overwhelmed by internet trolls. Now, seemingly inspired by his momentum, they fought fiercely, as if ready to vent all their pent-up grievances.

Qin Jinyu had just lifted the curtain in front of her and had not yet stepped off the carriage when she saw the people waiting at the Qin family’s gate.

His speed instantly increased by thirty percent, his figure becoming like a shadow of blood. A sword light struck out, stretching like a long crimson curtain.

After all, ten years of development was still too short. Even after so long, players had barely reached the peak of the first tier era.

From the restaurant, the view was unbeatable. Climbing high, one could see for thousands of miles—nothing more than this.

Xu Xian felt a stream of pure energy descend into his hand, then penetrate his body, finally floating within his conscious sea.

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What had just surged forth was a condensed energy spear, rich with spiritual energy, compressed into a tangible form to serve as a weapon.

Chu Tianxiao lifted the car curtain, smiling slightly at the frightened beauty with bright eyes inside.

“He’s not here. David just said he’s going back to the hotel to rest and will head directly to the next filming location later,” the assistant shook her head.

Above Moye’s head, countless clouds gathered, rolling in darker and darker, engulfed in shadows.

The Hell Demon Duke, Abyss Demon Monarch—beings above the tenth tier never before seen in the outer planes.

“Hmph, all of you who kick me when I’m down, just wait. We’ll settle accounts after autumn, and none of you will escape!” A fierce expression flashed briefly across Zhou Dapeng’s face.

The green python’s body was thrown aside, struck by a crimson blood dragon and sent flying like a sack of broken burlap.

“That’s right, we’re family!” Li Chuanming spoke with absolute certainty and resolve.

At this moment, hearing Baili Dengfeng’s words, Evil Heaven Peak was not angry. Instead, a conspiratorial smile played at the corner of his lips. As for Ulan Zhuoya, she sighed quietly, her face filled with deep helplessness.

Baili Dengfeng’s words were said casually, as if discussing something utterly ordinary. Except for Hong Yanzhi, everyone else was left dumbfounded, their eyes betraying shock.

Then, by the firelight on the city wall, he saw the Dionia soldiers arriving, forming a loose formation along the wall before the lighthouse. Each made a throwing motion, countless javelins flying onto the ramparts, followed by continuous screams.

No matter what, possessing even a semi-artifact was extraordinary. Even geniuses like Leng Shuimo, Meng Yubing, and Xiao Changge did not have one.

Now, with the heavenly way strong, Hongjun had been suppressed and was not an immediate threat. But Minghe’s worry was the battle to seal the gods; if the primordial chaos were shattered, the heavenly way would suffer damage too. Then Hongjun would seize the opportunity. Minghe could not be certain of Hongjun’s ultimate goal.

Such a situation was equally unwelcome by the great powers of the primordial world. If the demon tribe perished today, the shaman clan would unify the primordial world, becoming the rulers of heaven and earth. Then these others would be at their mercy, powerless to resist.

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Mo Wunian and Wu Mu had left the Hunter family with several disciples of the Murong clan several days ago. Yet, days passed without a trace of Murong Youzuo; the disciples had no choice but to return to Liangwu City.

After Li Shichuan’s fierce and domineering price hike, Ou Pucan was struck dumb, losing confidence and ultimately holding back his anger, giving up.

He deliberately lowered his voice and shook his head, making a regretful gesture—precisely the provocation that stirred Tongsheng Zhantu.

As for chickens, the old bald man had seen many raised here, but he had never seen any that were edible.

Bai Yun’s eyes brightened; a glimmer of hope appeared in his despair. He looked up at the Sanqing statue, praying devoutly deep within.

Yu Wanwan smiled and said, “First, you showed no killing intent. Secondly, you could have killed me just now but held back.”

Above the mansion, the princess looked down at the wealthy noblemen playing below. No matter how she tried, she could not reconcile them with the simple hunter in her memories, and a sharp pang of loss welled up within her.

“To be more effective in killing enemies on the battlefield, Shixian gave up defense. In my hometown, it has another name.”

After changing into modern clothes, Feishuang’s exposed waist made her, who was used to modesty, somewhat uncomfortable, her face tinged with embarrassment, unsure where to place her hands.

Thanks to Shihuan’s reminder; otherwise, Yu Wanwan wouldn’t mind the awkwardness, but Li Zi’ang would certainly be embarrassed.

“You really ask for a lion’s share—why so many martial techniques and skills? You just broke the seal and need a chaotic tool; that I understand. But you should have more skills and martial arts than I do, right?” The elder suddenly recalled this reason and asked cautiously, wanting to ensure no risks were left.

Setting aside Quan Yu’s speculation about Wu Yifan’s true identity, even if it wasn’t true, it was clear that, in Wu Yifan’s heart, Wu Zhiguo was the closest person to him.