36 Usurping the Han (8)

"Jingxuan, I truly miss you." After a silence, another sentence struck the heart with such force that it was hard to believe it came from Duanmu Hao. Was he still the same Duanmu Hao?

Chunyan and Xiaoyan were shocked by the blatantly suggestive implication in Lin Su's words. Though they had harbored suspicions in their hearts, hearing such things spoken so directly made them glance around nervously, feeling a sense of relief only after confirming that no one else was nearby.

Otherwise, as a Great Prophet, how could he protect himself from being hunted down by nobles driven by vanity and greed for status?

Wan Ningzhu handed the battle strategy she had drawn up to Xing Shaoming, which would naturally be sent back to the Prince of Suyan in Nanzhong through her own dedicated channels.

Imperial Physician Li checked Feng Yao’s pulse. After a long while, he stood up and looked at Yu Liu with a grave expression. A tremor of fear gripped the hearts of those present, and they felt an intense tightening in their chests.

"No wonder that person named Tang seemed to know you so well; he was able to cater to your preferences the very first time you met. There’s someone behind this!" Chu Luoxi looked solemn, feeling extremely stunned by this "truth." That Zhu Xueshuang in her previous life had suffered so miserably—was it actually caused by Wang Yanan?

Her heart trembled as she looked at the grass and trees before her. Even after seven years, many places instantly triggered memories of her original mission. It was just that she hadn't immediately recognized the coordinates of this island at first!

A few short gunshots and the sound of metal colliding were followed by silence. As the smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated, three figures emerged and began walking slowly toward this side.

What he had unleashed just now was his trump card: a blade of light sealed by a late-stage Battle Venerable of his sect, containing the full power of that Venerable’s strike. In the environment of the Demon Realm, it possessed the maximum attack power a late-stage Battle Emperor could achieve.

Before Jiang Hui, Qin Xinghan, and their group set out, Jiang Yu stuffed them with plenty of padded coats, trousers, socks, shoes, and hats, and even included heating essentials like disposable warmers, electric hot water bags, and regular hot water bottles, fearing they would be out in the cold if they hadn't returned by the time winter arrived.

At this moment, a bloody gash had appeared on Lin Tianyue’s back, looking truly shocking.

Bai Lin wore a bewildered expression, but Bai Yongping suddenly furrowed his brow; clearly, he knew of Yangshan Lake.

Of course, Yang Qizhou did not blame his game character. After all, the second "Silver Envoy" wanted to capture the character and take them to the "Silver Kingdom"—a realm ruled by the "Lord of Winds" where "Pillar-level" deities existed. If he really went there and had to face the most terrifying evil gods every day, this account would likely be ruined.

Zhao Tian saw what was on Jiang Ye’s mind and reminded him again, describing the current situation.

A smile couldn't help but appear on Xiao Yang’s face. In reality, the distance between him and Yumuo didn't seem far, yet it also felt like a great distance.

This guy seemed even harder to deal with than Lin Mo—daring and clever. But as she said before, she was lucky, because both of them were her friends.

"Dai Mubai, you will definitely regret this. I’ll be waiting for the day you regret it." Leaving these cold words behind, Zhu Zhuqing rose and left the private room.

This time, he would summarize the lessons learned from the past and integrate the bold ideas of netizens; he was full of confidence.

Naturally, the old sign above the door had also been replaced with the current one: a black-lacquered wooden plaque with gold-painted carvings.

Ever since Ye Jinglan was transferred back to the police station, she had been able to get off work almost every day right on time, provided it wasn't her shift. It was just past six, and she had already walked into the villa.

At that time, when he first met him, the other party was fighting on the battlefield. At about 1.6 meters tall, she understood that he was still a minor.

They had reached their current level of cultivation; regardless of their innate talent, their insight at the very least surpassed that of ordinary people. Xia Qingyuan’s pointers gave them all a feeling of sudden enlightenment. They returned to their tents in silence and began to meditate, sorting through the various realizations that had spontaneously arisen.

These wide-sleeved robes were simple in style and lacked excessive, redundant ornaments, making them relatively easy to sew.

Despite being highly skilled, he deliberately played dumb in front of her, claiming he had never touched a feather arrow and insisting on handicapping himself by two to one.

After Lin Chu returned to the Grand Princess's mansion and inquired, he learned that Ma Qi had not been there. Realizing something must have gone wrong, he quickly drove his carriage along the road to search for him.

Du Yihan’s brows furrowed slightly, and without hesitation, she raised the price by another five hundred thousand.

Yes, it was a bark-face, not a human face. Although it had human features, they were all hideous, looking both human and yet not.

It seemed the Mist Land was worthy of being one of the ten most dangerous places; they had only just entered and immediately encountered peril.

"Not empty?" Ying Ming felt a slight surprise. The monk before him looked about seventeen—quite young—and he assumed his Buddhist attainments couldn't be high. Yet, his face was calm and motionless, unmoved by any change. If he didn't possess deep wisdom, he must have had astonishingly profound internal power. Perhaps the monk had both.

What made Guo Zhuoshun happy and gratified was that Fu Zuoyi accepted his suggestions very happily. Being selfless, he fully agreed with Guo Zhuoshun’s consideration of his position and his efforts on his behalf.

"Director Huang, which hall are you in? I’ll come over later to toast you. You wouldn't turn me away, would you?" Lin Hongfei said with a smile.

But how could Chang'e step aside? Not only did she not move, she had already formed a palm seal and struck out at Jin Chengwu without the slightest hesitation.

Zhuo Yiting was in despair! Truly, completely desperate! When she drove her car, following the mysterious kidnapper's instructions through various turns until she arrived at this dilapidated factory in the suburbs of Donghai, she knew all hope was lost.

Ye Wuxue had practiced martial arts for a while in prison. Although his foundation wasn't solid, it was enough to intimidate people. If he could carry that Japanese sword, three or five big men wouldn't be able to get close to him. After spending a few days in Mianyang, Ye Wuxue bought a new phone. After much deliberation, he dialed a number.