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Chapter 331: 《Hello! Tree Mr.》Premiere

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“Not to conceal it from Lord He Yan, in truth… the Emperor has prepared… for the Heavenly Emperor…” Though determined to speak honestly, the words of petition still proved difficult to utter.

Thus, the two of them were no longer the sensational beauties or demons, but merely a pair of brothers who had lost their tribe.

“Yes, Princess!” The maid quickly rose and fled as if escaping, afraid that Zhongli Yuxuan might change her mind and keep her behind.

“Damn it, how are we supposed to know you won’t just drop the egg if we don’t follow you? We have to go with you!” Krug roared.

“After all this time, do you still harbor resentment toward me? Must my sincere repentance be met with your refusal to forgive me?” Xiao Li’s voice trembled with tears, helpless droplets beginning to fall.

She looked at Fan Xueyi with a complex expression, slowly speaking, dredging up the buried memories of bygone years.

“Shareholder!” Su Tian watched the departing Ferrari, his left hand stroking his chin, a glint of gold flashing in his eyes. “Uncle Zhao, I’ve got something to attend to—I’ll take my leave now. We’ll chat again later.” With that, Su Tian smiled at the gatekeeper, raised his left hand in farewell, and walked into the academy.

Su Yinyin thought back to the situation at the hospital, clapped her hands happily, “Brother, I get it. I’ll go now—you keep daydreaming.” With that, Su Yinyin darted past Su Tian with surprising speed, ran out, and shut the door.

“Enough, enough—this old body of mine should have rotted away long ago in some forgotten corner!” came the third aged male voice, heavy with self-reproach, followed by a string of coughs.

These fans may not have been Real Madrid supporters, but they were Qiongke’s fans, his loyal devotees; some excited fans even chased the car, pounding on the windows, and when Qiongke waved out the window, they immediately gave him a thumbs-up.

Seeing Bagna charging toward him with murderous intent, Alonso gritted his teeth. Bagna’s trick had enraged him, and he had already received a yellow card for yelling at the referee Fernando.

“Miss Yao is too kind—I cannot accept such praise; I merely have a slight reputation,” Ning Qianxi replied humbly, wearing a modest smile.

Fang Junji hurriedly explained in detail—this was clearly meant as flattery; how could Young Master Yang have misunderstood it?

“Alright, it’s settled then. Myself and Commissioner Cen will remain on Iron Mountain, coordinating all factions; the military will be under Brother Su’s full command!” Wang Wei declared.

In the interior, soon after the “Tiger Hunting” campaign began, business figures in the southeast were widely implicated; during their investigation by the Ministry of Finance, they were forced to pay high bail to sever ties with the Yang Hongsen group. As a result, the southeast business community held deep resentment toward the Beiyang government.

Now, the focus of the match is who Arsenal will use to fill the gap left by Gallas at center-back, and who will be substituted out to make way for whom?

The cruel and vengeful demon delights in calling itself “Lord,” takes pleasure in others’ misfortunes, and considers trampling on the fallen one of its favorite “hobbies.”

The Rock Giant Lizard enjoys rolling in mud, mixing with a special secretion from its skin that forms a hard, rock-like coating. This is the origin of its name.

Fu Junyu was the same on the other side—the monk Bu Chen wielded a single wooden staff, yet matched Fu Junyu evenly.

“His Majesty approaches!” The announcement rang out again and again, making Wang Lizhuan more anxious—he felt it was the sound of death itself, his breath ragged, sweat pouring down.

“Our army had hoped to ally with General, but under the current circumstances, you no longer have the standing to ally with us. Therefore, we ask that you join us—what do you say?” Duan Jingzhu chuckled, the continuous thuds of arrows striking the ship echoing as if in accompaniment.

The Liao soldiers, seeing Wanyan Dalan covered in blood, looking like a demon, fled in panic back to their own lines; the rear formation was even thrown into disarray by the thousand fleeing troops.

Perhaps even he could not have imagined that after two lifetimes, such emotions would arise—this overwhelming, soul-crushing emotional surge bursting forth all at once.

“Hahaha! Of course Your Majesty is wise! Wise! Wise!” He was delighted, waddling out with his large belly bobbing.

When Nangong Ao entered Nangong Jie’s fengshui formation, the two formations fully merged, colliding violently—their force far exceeding the expectations of those around them.

After finishing the Phoenix Dance, she removed her personal seal and stamped it heavily onto the paper, then put the seal away. Holding the letter, her hands trembled.

When the Heaven-Worship Ceremony began, all officials in Chang’an gathered before the grand square in front of the Taiji Palace.

“I have a question for you,” Ming Xuan stood on the steps at the entrance, directly before the guards.

“Tap-tap-tap!” At that moment, footsteps approached, and Li Shimin entered the Lizheng Hall.

The stars on the ground seemed to sense waves of resentment, growing uneasy all at once.

Only now did the surviving residents scream their way out of the half-collapsed buildings, collapsing weakly onto the streets. The cries snapped Picca back to reality, reminding him that a powerful enemy still waited outside the city. He gave a bitter smile and stepped toward the city’s edge.

Watching the figure slowly entering the elevator, Le Nuo felt a strange sensation—as if the Li Yundao who answered the phone and the one standing there now were two entirely different people. The elevator doors slowly closed; the young man inside stood alone, nodding with a smile toward them.

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