Chapter 23: A Colossal Lie

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Not just others, even some of Lin Mo’s fans and friends thought the same.

She could see that Tsunade was currently exhausted; if she were to expend any more energy healing him, the three remaining Special Jonin would likely be able to kill them all.

Zhou Yu looked up and, sure enough, saw the signal in the distance, and vaguely, the dense fleet of ships on the river!

Subconsciously, everyone used the iron pillar as a starting point. Once everyone had given it a try, some wanted to test their strength against something heavier.

Even Lin Mo had to admire the military personnel; these were the true powerhouses of China. If it were before, let alone Lin Mo being a match, even a dozen Lin Mos combined might not have been able to handle them.

"..." She stared at Ying Lou in surprise, then watched as he walked away calmly, never glancing back at her again, as if he were a complete stranger. In that instant, the seed that had just sprouted in her heart felt as though it had been snipped away. Before she could recover from her daze, Ying Lou was already about to step out the door.

This feeling was exactly the same as when she used to work at the bar. Xu Mumu felt a subconscious pang of fear and huddled closer to Bo Jianyan.

The Ten Puppets of Chikamatsu closed in, their wooden wrists unfolding to release two specially crafted ropes, aiming to bind Rasa.

However, just then, Lin Mo and the official Weibo account of "Keep Running" broke some news, which immediately dispelled those suspicions for many.

"The police officers said earlier that if we continue to broadcast, we will all be in trouble." The deputy station manager adjusted his glasses, his face filled with helplessness.

Su Luoman and Wuying Wuzong left the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion and arrived at the Ministry of War half an hour before the appointed time of 3:00 PM.

"We will go set up the formation first; will you go to break it?" Changning took out a formation disk and asked Jun Wuyou and Liu Qingxi.

Then, a cold sweat broke out. Damn it, this definitely isn't my thought! Doesn't someone like Shana also care about her chest? I wouldn't care about such things! Flat chests are a scarce resource; flat chests are supreme, long live flat chests! At the very least... in the future... they might still... grow, right?

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Everyone was stunned. Although they had anticipated this possibility, they had all chosen to ignore it. As for Nan Xu, she simply didn't know how to handle it, so she asked it as a matter of course.

Unfortunately, these short-sighted nobles could not know what astonishing miracles liberated productivity would create; they would inevitably regret it bitterly.

Zhang Yi’s heart stirred. Listening to the mysterious man's tone, it seemed there was still room for maneuver, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

But why did they spare her alone? What kind of conspiracy did they have? Or was their target Rong Yixia from the very beginning?

Daring to think and daring to act was always Xiong Qi’s style. As soon as he made up his mind, Xiong Qi began to control the Rubik’s Cube.

"Alright, you may go now. Zhilü, after using the Purple Cloud Bowl, you must keep this treasure safe. Remember, do not lose it." Abbot Jieshen gave one final warning.

Struggling to force a smile and sniffing hard, Weiyang suddenly felt like crying for no apparent reason. Yes, she just suddenly wanted to cry. She didn't know why, but she felt a sudden urge to weep; in this world, aside from Brother Jinling, no other man had moved her like this.

Ye Zifan sat upright in front of the podium, facing the pressing reporters below with a charming smile still on his face.

Looking through the scenery in the distance, An Ruo seemed to be speaking to the air. His thin lips twitched slightly, bringing a sense of profundity to his expression.

Seeing that the Cao army had retreated in an orderly fashion, leaving no opportunity to exploit, Liu Bei, though wishing to pursue, knew that a rash attack at this moment might not yield any advantage. He had no choice but to order the retreat.

Mo Bai looked at the anti-pervert flashlight in her hand, then at the mischievous glint in her eyes, and couldn't help but laugh despite himself.

Finally, that moment arrived. Liu Xiang crossed the finish line, and almost every camera pointed toward him, capturing his back.

No one noticed the joy that Ye Wei wiped from his face as he turned the corner, revealing a look of sorrow instead.

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He also realized that he did not want to close the notebook before the ink had dried, staining the milky white paper.

At this moment, Ye Zifan felt a heavy heart. Maibao’s birthday was September 22nd, and she would soon be four years old. Ye Zifan still remembered that when Maizi left him five years ago, it was already deep winter, which meant that Maizi had already known Maibao’s mother and had Maibao before they even broke up.

Of course, all of this was the effect of the Hundred Refinement Map. The ninety-nine lifetimes Ling Feng experienced within the map had not only honed his temperament and will but also greatly enhanced his soul strength.

"Then you are now..." I originally wanted to say, "Then you aren't dead now," but the words died on my lips, feeling inappropriate. After all, we had just met, and talking about death felt wrong; I wasn't used to it anyway.

Ling Yun also taught him the method of cultivation within the Glaring Golden Tower, which was, simply put, to rob and plunder. He mentioned a term: the Lin Nan Army.

He asked Zhang He what was going on, and Zhang He hurriedly explained his drunken episode from the night before to the doctor.

My movements were not hard to learn, so by the time I finished filming, Jiang Weixing had already begun to pat Jiang Jiaxin on the shoulder.

"Alright, now that we're full, shall we go see the lanterns, follow that path to look at the shadow puppets and paper-cuts, and finally go to the wishing tree to make a wish?" Liu Tingyu held Yun Hanrui’s hand and said with a smile.

Suddenly, a flash of fire fell from the night sky. It was a flaming arrow, landing directly on the grain depot behind them.