Chapter 66-[Inglês-Americano] Palhaço criando filhotes, não morreu, bem bom(O texto fornecido consiste em caracteres chineses que não podem ser utilizados na saída. Portanto, a tradução não pode ser fornecida de forma precisa sem um contexto claro para a expressão.)

Starving and utterly exhausted, the group listlessly headed to a restaurant. Because Chuncheng was quite impoverished with very few wealthy residents, the eateries were naturally subpar—small, rundown establishments with grease splattered everywhere.

After returning home, Bai Renzhou stored the takeout in the refrigerator and began pondering the red wine exhibition mentioned by his boss.

Yet when the final Rashomon barrier was shattered by the lightning of the Scarlet Star, a fierce gale whipped up on the spot.

"I understand the first two, but what does this combat reward mean?" Han Jiayi tilted her head and asked.

This was precisely the strategy agreed upon by the Supremes prior to their arrival: if they were to manifest their Supreme Rivers of Time across this chaotic sea and forcefully sever the River of Time to rescue the Daoist Lord of the Nether River, the resulting commotion would simply be far too colossal.

He could satisfy all your needs, save for one—love. To him, love did not exist, nor would he ever allow himself to be bound by romantic attachments.

Yet it had happened all the same. Looking at Zhang Buzhi walking toward him with a mischievous grin, Zhang Bin felt like he wanted nothing more than to die.

No matter how painstakingly they agonized over details or devised unique ingredient combinations and recipes, in the eyes and words of this man, everything was simply cuisine that "I could make myself."

Many of the Ultimate-path experts even assumed it was just a sudden whim of their leader to conduct a drill within the garrison.

"I did kill your imperial father, in order to avenge my birth mother." His voice was calm; even with Tuoba Ce standing right before him, he could face him with equanimity. Since he had killed Imperial Noble Consort Yu first, Tuoba Ce could hardly blame him for executing the Southern Frontier Emperor.

"Many thanks, Director Lu." Though somewhat surprised, Qi Yu maintained his composure and interacted with Lu Xianglong naturally.

Man Xueer's voice was very soft, almost ethereal, yet pleasing to the ear and deeply comforting.

Upon seeing Elder Liu attempt to pressure him by invoking the True Sun Sect, Zhuoyu found it secretly amusing. He had previously annihilated two affiliated factions of the Nine Dragons Gate when his strength was still insignificant. Now, with the power to rival those of the Heavenly Human stage, he felt no fear whatsoever.

Ruan Han, sitting inside the car, grew irritated. She felt the vehicle suddenly sink, most likely due to a blown tire.

The four of them stood in a realm of their own. Although Hua Xiyan's attire was exceptionally plain and simple, to outsiders, she did not appear out of place in the slightest. She merely stood there with serene detachment—free of flattery or obsequious pandering—her tranquil elegance naturally forming a scenery of its own.

On Sword-Emperor Peak, the sound of swords gradually ceased, signaling that it was time to rest. Although the Gongliang family traditionally placed immense emphasis on family discipline, prestige, and public reputation, they were not so draconian as to demand that their clansmen practice martial arts even through the night.

"The imperial capital is a strategic stronghold garrisoned by three hundred thousand troops. Even if fifty thousand garrison soldiers were transferred away, the imperial palace's Forbidden Guard remains undiminished, which is more than enough to secure the safety of the Forbidden City. Now that the Emperor has summoned you back in such haste, could there be a matter of utmost urgency?" Wang Yan pondered for a moment and voiced what was on everyone's mind.

After wandering aimlessly for quite a while, Yinhuan finally spotted a palace. Overcome with exhaustion and unable to care about much else, she saw there were no guards outside and walked straight inside.

Her tightly closed eyes trembled slightly from pain, and her brows knitted together for the same reason. Traces of sweat lingered on her pale face, and her lips were entirely devoid of color.

This was the first time he had touched a puppet above the Foundation Establishment stage, but given his current level of cultivation, he would hardly care for a puppet of this grade. A fourth-tier puppet, however, might still have been barely usable.

As for figures like Emperor Jingtian and Feng Hanhxu, the reason they had remained bottlenecked at the threshold of the Supremacy realm for so many years was partly because the great cosmos had yet to recover, but the greater reason was that they were blocked by the obstacle of merging the Three Flowers.

Everyone still had plenty of provisions left—game hunted along the way in dense forests, dried into rations—so they only needed to replenish their drinking water.

"Here is the situation: ever since my martial uncle passed away and attained Nirvana, some of our sect's resource industries have been seized by the other two sects under various pretexts. I trust that with Senior Ye stepping forward, they will obediently return them," the sect master Fushengzhi immediately stated his request.

Dust swirled and shrapnel flew as the entire fortification was nearly turned upside down by the dense barrage of artillery shells.

Zhu Yichen immediately halted operations to inspect and maintain the entire server, but found no particular anomalies. Fearing further issues regarding the hundred-floor challenge, he directly canceled the mirror of the hundred floors during maintenance, replacing it with an immensely difficult super boss.

Suddenly, Xiaojie had a hunch that the skills he previously could not execute might now be usable.

Indeed, with a mere single strike of the Purple Crystal Demonic Spider's four legs, the bloody sword glare of the Spirit-Sealing Slash was shattered into dust.

Hearing this, Immortal Yufeng breathed a massive sigh of relief; failure still left room for maneuver, which was infinitely better than clan extermination.

Disregarding the three startled individuals over here, on Chen Quan's side, Dongfang Bubai was reaching out her hand to demand peaches from him.

He could only comfort himself with bitter resignation that using such a method was the only way to conceal his flaws. If Chen Xue truly was the person he suspected, he must under no circumstances reveal even the slightest flaw before her eyes.

Only, Celeste did not yet know that Abel had already spiked her wine glass, and she had failed to notice it.

There was simply no reason to believe in karmic retribution. He had driven the other man's son to his death, leaving Maroon alone in the world. Since Damaged Roots had not come to make amends, who else was supposed to bear responsibility for the remainder of Maroon's life?