Heavenly Dao Unison Pill

At the entrance of the community, by the fence, there was a trash can—this was where colleagues came out to take breaks and smoke.

“Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt at all,” he murmured softly, then reached toward her ear, grasped the stud, and pulled it out.

White Apricot slipped away quietly, following the shadows of the building until she reached the second-floor stairwell. She tilted her head slightly, listening intently to the commotion upstairs: curses, roars, cries of pain.

What filled her with even greater anger and humiliation was that Lin Yu continued to watch her, his touch almost possessive, as though he wanted to provoke her into making a sound, to make her lose her composure.

Suddenly, the golden Chain of Binding Demons, a reward from the system, tightened abruptly and lifted the speaker straight into the air.

Yang Xuanmo decided to summon the capable advisors back to discuss the problem of the Southern Xiongnu prisoners. He told Governor Zhang Yi of Bingzhou that the seven-day deadline for resolving the Southern Xiongnu prisoners was by no means sufficient.

Bai Yunan glanced at the bench nearby, wondering if Shen Jue intended to speak further with her.

It was only at that moment he realized that his so-called growth in the depths of the palace was as insignificant as a mayfly in the sea—a mere speck.

Bai Yunan leaped from the carriage without warning, and the bandit, clearly unprepared for such a move, failed to catch her.

Each year, there were only a few months of open trade. The supplies the Xiongnu received barely met their basic needs—pitifully little, in fact.

Another Black Knight raced toward him. On Yang Chong’s interface, data flashed before his eyes, but the most critical line was clear: the enemy was closing in. There was no need to pay attention to anything else. As the adversary approached, Yang Chong steeled himself for a head-on clash.

“What technique was used to forge this spiritual weapon? It withstood my strike without shattering!” Serpent Ruthless stared at Leaf Maple in surprise.

In Leaf Maple’s view, a warrior needed not only profound cultivation but also the courage to fight. Without the bravery to engage in battle, what use was cultivation?

Almost instinctively, Leaf Maple’s heart surged with a resolve to kill these two men. There was no reason—simply an urge to destroy them, as though they were mortal enemies.

“Damn it, how can we just let this go?” Lei Yang shouted furiously at Xuan Mo.

Suddenly, Lin Yu moved. He leapt backward, dodging the punch, while his right hand formed a seal and a streak of white light shot up from the ground.

Su Yi understood that in this citywide competition, these two were his true rivals; as for the others, he did not take them seriously at all, just like the Iron Forest before him.

“There’s no need for you to follow me,” Fed said over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

A Goryeo soldier was complaining to his companion. Each of them carried a bottle of premium foreign liquor, their bags bulging with loot—a sign of the bounty they’d collected.

Watching Yue Feng hurry away, Wang Zhihui’s curiosity grew. She resolved to learn more about this extraordinary young man.

Ye Tian patted Zheng Shixin’s head affectionately. Whatever the boy wanted to study was fine, especially since his current identity was fabricated and he couldn’t recall his past. There was no rush; they could wait until his memories returned.

In truth, he had already studied all the high school and college material before coming to school. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t master English. This left Ye Tian troubled, as he genuinely didn’t know how to answer.

Gu Baozhu was very nervous, but once she started singing, she became completely immersed. Now that she had finished, her nerves returned.

It had to be said, though, that the Saintess of the Jade Moon was truly breathtaking. If Liu Muyun was the youthful girl next door, and the Saintess of the Bright Moon was alluring and bewitching, then the Saintess of the Jade Moon was the flawless jade of the mortal world.

Manager Liu, having formed his opinion of Chen Yuan, approached a middle-aged man with a smile.

When Wang Guifen realized her son and daughter-in-law hadn’t come home all night, her expression darkened. No one could persuade her—not even Chen Yang or Wu Xiaoman, to whom she spoke harshly.

When she finally came to her senses, she realized she had bought more and more things, so many that she needed the mall’s security to help load them into the car.

I went to several herbal shops and finally chose a well-established traditional store. Their herbs, though at least ten times as expensive as elsewhere, were all genuine and of the highest quality.

“But Brother Jian, for an ordinary person, I’m afraid…” Qiangzi frowned, though he still spoke with respect.

The nitpickers arrived uninvited, but their commentary left Shen Tang’s admirers unsure whether to be angry or amused. Indeed, Shen Tang was so beautiful that even the critics had to concede her unmatched looks.

Murong Qingran sneered again. “Bai Meier, is this the extent of your courage? Hmph, and you still dare to oppose me?”

“Exactly! If you doubt my judgment, just look at the commercial we filmed! See if this Gu Jiumu is any worse than the candidates you picked!” The old chairman, seizing on Jing Xing’s words, declared triumphantly.

Unfortunately, the man’s hands channeled threads of pure yang energy into his body, making it utterly impossible for him to recover.

Each version of her, despite the passage of years, remained vivid and clear in his mind, like photographs imprinted on his memory.

Now, watching Gu Jiumu happily eating a plate of cooked food, he couldn’t help but place a platter of chilled seafood before her, only to see her shyly avoid it and politely refuse.