A dim room.
A huge screen.
A video is playing on the screen.
Melina appears in the video, her face made up with calculated subtlety to look even more stunning. Pouting, she critiques in the tone of a gourmet:
"Handling the tomatoes and onions in this way is still too avant-garde. They should either be stir-fried together or simply sliced raw and sprinkled on top. Doing this just ruins the texture."
"The cheese handling..."
After Old Jiang waved his hand, the surroundings remained chillingly silent, making Sun Ziai wonder if Old Jiang could control ghosts and spirits.
He cast his gaze toward the woods across the garden, feeling, for some inexplicable reason, a faint aura of killing intent emanating from the trees.
"This is precisely what makes this gentleman so terrifying. Not only is his strength unrivaled, but even more matchless is his understanding of the Dao."
There was once a young man named "One-Technique Artisan" who, while still among the living, forged a Zanpakutō through his formidable soul power.
Yú Chén walked forward curiously and discovered that this chair was truly identical to the high-ranking Soul Clan throne.
She shivered as goosebumps rose on her skin, her long eyelashes trembling to conceal the flash of emotion in her eyes.
Li Aihong was also shocked inside, but recalling what Aunt Wang had told her at the supermarket, she gradually realized that everything was actually true.
"It's just a possessed soul body; you can recover at any time. Besides, I have …
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