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Chapter 307: The Nature of the Player

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A figure clad in black-and-white nun’s robes flashed through the page boy’s mind.

It was Lilith standing behind Wu Wang as she activated [Pure Land].

Her words still seemed to echo through this forest—

[Great Lord of Desire, I offer myself to drift upon the Sea of Desire]

[Embrace your most primal desire, and with devout faith beg you to save this Holy Son; I beg that all suffering stay far from him,]

Chen Gui had been severely wounded and rendered unconscious in the Wolf King’s first assault, and was sent to Team One for treatment.

Hearing it concerned his mission, Chu Qingya forgot his anger and wanted to ask the Blue Bird precisely how likely he was to eliminate this water beast.

Ouyang Minghui was the one Chu Qingya, a plant researcher, planned to entrust those plants to for study.

Liu Mingjun swung his meteor hammer to block one, then prepared to strike from behind—but Chu Qingya’s Intermediate Realm Invader himself was thrown back two steps.

He finished it and took it out for the camel to see; the camel’s mood improved greatly at the novel saddlebag and tassels.

When Liu Chun advised Zhu Yuanzhang to reform the treasure notes and establish the Imperial Bank, he intended to completely replace gold and silver with paper currency… but due to the people’s limited acceptance, it was never fully implemented.

Within the Yaozhi territory, excluding Guancun’s current land use, the remaining land will be used to house current residents.

The problem was, she had no idea how to use some of these things… letting them sit idle wasn’t her style; was she really going to call Qi Shaoyan and ask him how to use them?

They resolved to fight to the death, speaking with such solemnity that they were even willing to spill blood in the Golden Hall, begging the old lord to protect their families.

This ink-black, oppressive hue stretched for hundreds of miles, endless and suffocating.

Outside the city gate, the imperial farewell wine granted by Emperor Yuanming had been drunk; the soldiers stood ready, awaiting Tai Shu Yi’s command.

Someone who had hoped to kill two birds with one arrow clearly lamented the failure of his plan.

He could not be certain whether Laozi’s words were true or false, but one thing he knew for sure: the stronger his power, the greater his chance to live the life he desired. After he left, Laozi sat silently with closed eyes, calculating for a long while, then let out a deep sigh.

Li Yuan, who already believed in prophecies, could never forgive Li Shimin after hearing this—no wonder since April, Li Yuan’s suppression of Li Shimin had grown harsher.

The danger was too great, so Mo Lin had no choice but to act first; otherwise, he would place himself in peril—undoubtedly a terrible thing.

Only after chasing several hundred meters did Chen Jisheng realize what had happened; his eyes red from bloodlust, he turned back and saw the ground littered with corpses. Of the men who had followed him, a full third were gone—meaning he had lost one-third of his troops in just this single battle.

Seeing Ah Zheng’s bowed head, Li Pojun knew he had truly frightened them—this was also a display of authority, to prevent them from being disrespectful. In his past life, Li Pojun had disliked being treated poorly, though he made exceptions for playful teasing.

Holding the card for a long time, Qin Ran finally made up his mind, braved the cold wind, walked to the men’s dormitory, and called Fifteen.

Hearing the old villain refer to him as “nephew-grandson,” as if he had completely forgotten being cursed into spitting blood by Li Pojun just moments ago, Li Pojun was deeply impressed by the old man’s audacity.

Xi Junmai was even more blunt: “What are you staring at? Didn’t you see our posture just now? Get up and stand.”

At this moment, the palace’s great cultivators all turned toward Jiuyan Palace Master. Leaving aside other matters, Jiuyan Palace Master himself was a powerful cultivator, and behind him stood the supreme deity, the Vermilion Emperor. No one dared offend him lightly.

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