Day Thirty-Five of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

"How is it?" As Yingyi entered the kitchen, Weisheng Chuan pushed his white stone forward two spaces.

The reasons provided by the messenger were resonant and heartfelt; after hearing them, Xue Ning was, in fact, moved by these three points, though one concern remained.

Unlike the trouble they faced when leaping onto the stone platform earlier, Xue Ning and the others could now walk down the massive stone steps of the Black Stone Pyramid one by one.

Brand the Burning Vengeance’s E ability, "Conflagration," is a targeted skill, which meant that once Su Yu entered its attack range, he would be unable to dodge the move.

Cao Hong perceived the hesitation in Xiao Feng’s eyes. Xiao Feng had always been vehemently opposed to seizing power by force, knowing that even if successful, the strength of the Xue Family Realm he took over would be severely diminished. By now, Xiao Feng had come to view the Xue Family Realm as his own private property.

A gong sounded, and their dark hair danced in the wind. Both faces were as cold as frost, adding a touch of chill to the already freezing weather.

"Dragon-Pecking Awl!" Under Jia Zhengyu’s roar, two jet-black iron awls, swift as meteors, moved with such incredible speed that they broke through Li Zehua’s defenses, leaving a gash upon his body.

Su Yu slammed a punch into Chen Gong’s chest. The latter, struck with immense force, was sent flying backward for the umpteenth time, tumbling several times upon hitting the ground.

It was indeed in line with the rules, and a tacitly accepted practice, but the laws of the Great Tang strictly prohibited it; bright yellow could only be worn by the Son of Heaven or the future Son of Heaven.

Addressing the generals beside her, she whispered, "Pass on my command: infiltrate and strike."

And so she departed, and so she experienced, deep within her bones and marrow, a pain a thousand times more intense than she had ever imagined.

The auction atmosphere was intense. Ambitious students, eager to acquire more points, bid higher and higher. Yet, thinking of the spirit stones pouring out of their pockets, they couldn't help but wince.

On the other side, the main combatants exchanged several more rounds. Xu Wuji flicked his sleeves, neutralizing the recoil from their collision, and used the momentum to drift backward.

Bai Jie bent his legs to assess his situation, discovering that the only things remaining to him were the title of "Lord of the Yanhuang Faction" and the Cosmos Sack at his waist.

He leaned in close to her pearl-adorned ear and whispered softly. When she turned her head, her dark eyes, set against the snowy white backdrop, sparkled with a surprise as radiant as jewels.

Yet, the three of them had to admit that because of Ye Ling’s interruption, their previously strained nerves inexplicably relaxed, and even their inner anxieties dissipated significantly. They exchanged glances and smiled, then, with perfect tacit understanding, turned their gaze toward the still-composed Ye Ling with eyes full of absolute trust.

Seeing Ye Ling appear, Wu Pingfeng, who should have been happy, found he could not be. He had immediately noticed the man following behind her, and as the air around them grew cold, he couldn't help but ask softly.

"Wait!? How could there be so much time to waste!" Chu Tianyao had felt an inexplicable irritability since the start of the competition. He had wanted to take down the Blood-Devouring Dragon in one fell swoop, but after much deliberation, he felt it was more prudent to strike later.

When Bai Jie reached out to touch the globe in front of him, he could clearly perceive the known information of Earth beginning to fully unlock.

"Very good, you have reached the peak of the Spiritual Perception realm. Your next goal is the late stage of the Essence Refining phase, where you will possess the strength to drag seven oxen backward," Dan Xuan said at this moment.

Not long after, Zhangtian Jamei stepped out carrying a tray. On it were three exquisite dishes, a bottle of red wine, and a bowl of rice.

According to the patient, her skin had always been excellent—supple and enviable. She was exceptionally confident in and protective of her skin; though young, she was diligent about hydration and various forms of maintenance.

As soon as the car stopped, Brother Kong opened the door and ran to the side to vomit; the speeding had been so intense that he never wanted to experience it again.

News came from the Lu family that Lu Heng was buying up odd shares from other shareholders, having acquired a total of ten percent.

"But you are so tired today!" Gu Qingqing did not want Jiang Feng to have to work so hard on his very first day without even time to rest.

Herman thought to himself: The Free Alliance is too arrogant, daring to come to the United States to stir up trouble. This incident will surely infuriate the top brass; without needing Citibank to intervene, the Free Alliance will face massive suppression, which actually saves me a lot of trouble.

"Then we must inform the security guards. From now on, they are not to stop Chen Yang," An Xianhua said as she headed for the door.

"After recovering the Hetao region, we can propagate the fact that the Cao family lost it back then, right?" Jia Nanfeng spoke, pinpointing the exact concern of Sima Ji. The Jin Dynasty lacked legitimacy; this was an open secret. Now, in the inner palace, a vassal king and a queen laid it out plainly.

To think that even after fleeing the Primordial God Realm and coming to the Nine Nether Hells, he would still run into someone from the Xiang family.

At almost the same moment, Lu Ya’s eyes snapped open. Staring fixedly at that point of white light, he didn't hesitate, swinging the Demon-Summoning Banner with his right hand. The banner cast down five-colored divine light in the void, radiating thousands of auspicious rays, while on the wall of wind, sorrowful gales whistled, miserable mists swirled, and dark clouds gathered as the cries and roars of ten thousand demons erupted in unison.

After discovering Wudi and Afuli, the seventeen men in black remained silent. Only one of the two leaders looked up and emitted a strange, shrill whistle that carried far into the distance.