Chapter 139: The Dragon Soars Out to Sea! Waves Tower to the Heavens!

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On stage, the spotlights began to flicker.
Wang Bingbing walked onto the stage slowly.
When everyone saw her attire, their eyes lit up.
Her fans, in particular, exclaimed, "We’ve never seen Bingbing dress like this before; she feels so different."
Wang Bingbing was wearing a long, bright red dress today, with a black leather belt fastened at her waist, making the dress appear more form-fitting.
Standing at 168 centimeters tall, plus...
Ji You smiled, her brows and eyes curved in happiness. To Qin Mozhi, she looked excessively obedient tonight.
Li Yuan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Having taken on a disciple, he now found himself restricted, but since things had reached this point, he could only offer a bitter, silent smile.
Hearing that Li Yuan was going to the mainland, the Great Elder's mind immediately became active. Li Yuan had just joined the Spirit Talisman Sect and was still quite unfamiliar with it.
As soon as the spirit-stripping liquid touched the spiritual patterns inside the Jade Spirit Emerald, Bu Chengqi’s wrist trembled slightly, and the liquid stopped extending further.

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Shen Yiqing’s soul body clearly felt a sense of discomfort; it was as if her body had been placed inside a furnace, scorching her with pain.
Sun Feiyu was a constable in Jieshui City. He was a subordinate official rather than a government appointee, and even though Jieshui City held a high administrative rank, he only held a nominal sixth-rank position, which was a far cry from Bai Ye.
He parked the car on the side of the road at the entrance of the Su Corporation building and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, upon which a string of addresses was written.
In an instant, the cool water in the gourd began to steam with heat. Wang Zhi cut off the flow of mana, tilted the gourd, and filled the teacup on the table with boiling water.
Yi Youqianyan was silently calculating just how far a meter was. By the way, how much is a meter?
The weather was just right, with a gentle, non-oppressive breeze. The snow that had fallen a few days ago had completely melted, leaving the ground looking as if it had just rained, with only the fragrance of the earth remaining.
Xiao Ang wanted to say, "Your father was murdered; you should call the police. Why did you come all the way to Huaxia?"
Immediately, the light boat beneath their feet began to move forward automatically, sailing toward the floating island opposite them.
As for Ouyang Bingbing, the thought that she had given so much, yet the Huangfu family still refused to agree, made her feel deeply aggrieved and wronged.
When they arrived at the rental apartment where Sister Cuihua lived, Lü Tao was dumbfounded. He thought the run-down room he rented was already dilapidated enough, but he hadn't expected Sister Cuihua’s place to be even worse than a slum.
"Forget it. My stench will get your towel dirty! You’d better get me something else!" Brother Shou insisted repeatedly.

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When the mineral water bottle landed on the platform, whistles and screams erupted one after another. A fighter who had been in a good position might be distracted for a moment, only to be struck in a vital spot by his opponent and regretfully eliminated.
Zhang Yiheng took a deep breath and felt a faint scent of lotus drift into his lungs. He instantly felt refreshed, as if a mint candy had been dropped into his sea of consciousness. A cool sensation washed over his head, reaching his limbs and bones, leaving his whole body feeling light and airy.
Tang Jinxiu couldn't be bothered to explain. She threw a report to Lü Tao, saying, "Compile this data for me; I need it for tomorrow’s meeting."
Ren Wang’s subordinates, seeing the two of them sitting there leisurely, were quite dissatisfied and made up an excuse to send them off to pick mushrooms.
In those scenes he had never seen before, that large white dog was gone, replaced entirely by a tall, slender man.
Fang Dang and the remaining dozen or so bosses knew the truth and couldn't help but want to laugh when they saw this scene. But after being glared at by Fang Lang, they quickly suppressed their expressions and followed behind him, spitting into their hands to smear on their eyes, pretending to wail loudly as well.
The colonel’s rage surged like a torrential river. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from this devil’s embrace.
He wasn't beaten to death, but he was left black and blue, covered in bumps, with blood streaming from his nose and his hair in disarray, groaning on the tatami mat. Seeing that no one had died, Huo Qiaoqiao quickly hugged the incense burner and went downstairs.