Mary Miller
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Chapter 275 Where is the Mother? Time flew by, with Dong Ling supporting Chun Xu's efforts by playing a maple drum. One had to admit that the snakegirl didn't do things half-assedly, and spent a substantial amount of time perfecting her drumming rhythm. Xinzi too joined the fray, picking up a drum and playing in an upbeat style. As the performance reached its crescendo, Dong Ling put a jug of wine on Xinzi's lap and motioned for him to taste it. "Nope. This will do just fine." Xinzi pushed the wine to…-
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Chapter 274 I Can Die in Peace In Yaozhou Province, Zhenwu Shenquan rode a flying battleship, bringing it to the walls of the new Yellow Spring Undead City. There, an army of headless flame knights awaited, led by the Corpse Demon that Xinzi conquered the place with. Unbeknown to Shenquan, a stronger Corpse Demon hid in the shadows, ready to intervene for a pincer attack. Zhenwu Shenquan didn't rush to strike or make demands. His eyes scanned the scene, and as his Spiritual Sense swept through the enemy…
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Chapter 273 Echo of the Celestial Bells The master returned from the grave, the wife joined the chat and even the disciple refused to stay dead. No matter what, Xinzi had to respect these people's determination to struggle. And as a fan of beautiful tales, our monk could picture the heartbreaking reunion of master, wife and disciple, split by contradictions accumulated through 10,000 years of divergence. Then, in one way or another, they'd surmount their gaps, mend the bridges, and restore their kinship.…
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"Mess around and your life spirals into ruin." The warning behind Xinzi's words couldn't have been clearer, making Tieshan realize how badly she misunderstood the specimen standing before her. It would be a lie to say that Tieshan didn't have her own petty ideas. Nothing as drastic as murder, but surely she wouldn't mind using some vixen tricks to possess Xinzi with the "honeypot." But unlike Haoyue, Tieshan was experienced enough to know how to pick her fights, and firmly believed that any attempt to…
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Xinzi was correct. Tieshan was never part of the Sovereign Moon Goddess and Xue Lin's plans. But her patron, the Heart-Wrenching Demon Noble, had long-noticed Xue Lin's reincarnation pattern and needed someone competent enough to not only foil her plan but also refine her new soul. You see, the Heart-Wrenching Demon Noble is remarkably ambitious. So ambitious in fact that he doesn't mind butting heads with Gods or Devils if it means it can harvest massive benefits. Xue Lin's soul is benefit, enough…
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So long as Tieshan could remember, she'd always been a prize. Even the ill-intentioned Heart-Wrenching Demon Noble treated her with surface-level courtesy. But in Xinzi's world, she went from prize to tool and from tool to discardable afterthought. Any illusion of control that Tieshan might have had collapsed here, the reality of this new relationship striking her like a thunderbolt. Xinzi pulled off his goat mask, revealing a bald, square and handsome face embellished by rich luster. Instantly, Tieshan…
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'Grief is unfortunate. A sorrowful reality that I'd rather not impose upon those that owe me nothing.' These words resounded in Tusha and Zi Feng's minds, making them wonder if Xinzi had been captured by the Holy Paradise and replaced by a clone. Yes, all the girls that had been by Xinzi's side long enough to know his Creed of Liberation understood that he aimed to create a world of eternal bliss. But the definition of eternal bliss varied from one person to the next. In Xinzi's case, no one could tell…
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Following the prompt execution of the Great Preceptor, Zhenwu Shenquan was sealed by the emperor as Grand Marshal of the Empire, Chief Magistrate and Protector of the Imperial Family, de facto taking command of all aspects of governance. Now, even without his title of Slaughtering Shadow, he could lead the empire as he pleased. Some imperial princes and nobles refused to bow to Zhenwu Shenquan but were taken down by his three eldest sons. This event reminded the lords and ladies of the Spiritual…
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Dressed in the black dragon robe that only the four continental emperors could wear, Zhenwu Shenquan crossed his arms behind his back and ambled into the conference room. His shimmering golden hair swayed at his back. His eyes, of the same hue, shone like resplendent stars, pulling in the gazes of all that glanced his way. "Zhen...Zhenwu Shenquan." The sudden appearance of the True Martial Divine Fist, only true king of the Empire, petrified even the Great Preceptor. State rulers might style…
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The spirited cries of billions of mysterious beasts boomed in concert, causing hundreds of thousands of square miles to rumble with mortifying tremors. More than a rallying spell, the Wrath of the Beast Emperor was a promise—a promise of the Bai Fox ancestors to the Myriad Beast lineages, that should the times ever require it, they'd return to lead them all to glory. Daji's words validated that promise, becoming the unifying chains that bound billions to her Myriad Beast Gang. In the Xuanyuan Tomb,…
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