36 Tang Zhixin (2)

They knew all too well the wicked nature of their younger brother; the more perfect he appeared before the screen, the more vile he was in reality. It could be said that they, too, had been liberated thanks to Fan Hu, no longer forced to suffer under the oppression of the great noble clans. Truth be told, despite the fact that he was committing treason, Fan Hu did not show the slightest hint of panic.

As he spoke, Zhang Xijun bowed deeply to Zhu Shenzhui. Looking at Zhang Xijun prostrated before him, Zhu Shenzhui fell into a brief silence.

"Mr. Liu, I fell in love with you at first sight. The reason I am here is that I actually followed you; I wanted to create a space for us to be alone and deepen our understanding of one another."

Unfortunately, it was already too late. While the Wanli Emperor was intelligent, he lacked the imperial iron-fisted methods of his grandfather, the Jiajing Emperor. Even if he understood these things in his heart, he could not change them. Therefore, they absolutely could not fall here; they had to seize the initiative for themselves.

Looking up again, the people on the dance floor were moving wildly to the high-tempo music, their expressions ranging from dazed to ecstatic to frenzied, as if the party spirit that had been suppressed within them for so long had finally been released in this moment.

However, if Yu Juluo truly possessed the strength to fight, he might actually be able to help the imperial army turn the tide.

The only reason he was not anxious was that A-Yuan’s attitude toward him remained affectionate; otherwise, he would have been pacing in a panic.

Previously, when the conflict between their parents' families had just been resolved, everyone cherished the relationship. But some time had passed, the honeymoon period was over, and now that such a matter had arisen, no one could—or had any reason to—suppress Cheng Lingsu’s opinions.

Watching the doctors and nurses coming and going around my hospital bed, I knew clearly that I had become the center of attention in the hospital.

When Luo Tian is not in his "evil spirit" state, his superficial cultivation is at the tenth level of the Qi Refining Realm, while his true strength reaches the second level of the Human Core Realm. In his evil spirit state, his cultivation breaks through to the second level of the Human Core Realm, and his full-power strike is significantly stronger than his true strength in his non-evil state.

It could no longer concern itself with its own nobility; it threw me onto its back, carried me out of the cave, rushed into the woods, and headed toward the Kunlun Mountains.

Yang Tian was content with his leisure. From the very beginning, he had told Liu Qing that he would not interfere in any aspect of the financial business, placing his full trust in his abilities.

On his large black cloak, he carried a pitch-black peach wood sword, eerie and bewitching. The skin exposed on his body was withered, like that of a living mummy.

Chen Chongshan stared ahead in confusion, silent for a long moment, his mind a complete blank. He sighed and then slowly started his motorcycle.

Dorens’s Saint Origin Sword struck furiously at Jian Chenxing. Jian Chenxing thrust his own sword directly at the tip of Dorens’s blade. The moment they connected, Jian Chenxing spun his blade, suddenly discharging a spiral current of electricity.

On the lake in the wetlands, spiritual mist drifted; the lights reflected upon it, making the rippling water look like a fairyland, with boats occasionally gliding across. In the distance, cars sped along the road.

On the beach, Li Zhen had already tossed Ning Wuque’s corpse into the sea. He had already hidden Ning Wuque’s head as well, and it was unlikely anyone would ever find it.

As for how strong the opponent’s true strength was, Xia Zheng could not even begin to guess based on his own perception.

Liu Jingfeng still did not look at the chessboard. He suddenly reached out to stroke Xie Wuchen’s hair. Xie Wuchen instinctively leaned back slightly, though he did not fully pull away. Then, Liu Jingfeng plucked a peach blossom petal from his hair—one that had been blown there by the wind.

The lion had already been carrying that mastermind away for a full quarter of an hour, and it had traveled through the air, leaving no trace behind. Even with Xu Fan’s immense spiritual sense, he could not find the slightest clue in the sky and could only follow the general direction in his search.

"Do not speak of him like that!" Yan Yun'er lightly tapped Ying'er on the head as a warning.

As it happened, there was a market being held here that afternoon. What was the most common thing to appear in a market?

Yes, it had simply vanished. Under normal circumstances, even if it had melted, there should have been liquid, but strangely, this ice spike of a peculiar color had disappeared right before his eyes.

The wars of the past few years had proceeded so smoothly thanks in no small part to Liao Shishan’s bravery in battle, but they could not have succeeded without Gu Fang’s strategic planning. Too many times, it was Gu Fang who foresaw the danger at the most critical moments.

Liao Xiuzhang was young, impetuous, and unruly, but he listened to Yu Qing alone. He apologized to him earnestly, but even then, he took advantage of a moment when Yu Qing wasn't looking to tell him that since he and Wu Youyu were not yet married, he would not give up.

"Abandon everything! Fight!" a warrior roared with murderous intent, leading the others to break through the encirclement.

"Fine! Then come! Call Lin Chuan as well. I haven't seen you all in a long time," Chen Fei said with a simple expression.

"Haha, Junior Brother Jun, forgive us for making a scene," Fu Xuefeng managed a forced smile and wiped the tear stains from his face.

After the car started, Qiao Jingnan and I sat on opposite sides. He said nothing, and I said nothing. The atmosphere was different from our usual natural silence; this time, it was filled with a specifically awkward undertone.

"Father-in-law, what is the Blood-Thirsting Emperor? What does it do?" Jun Yixiao asked at the right moment.

I squinted my eyes, watching him come out of the bathroom and walk to the window. With a wave of his hand, he pulled the curtains open. The light outside was dazzling, and I instinctively pulled the quilt over my head, burying myself completely. There was no movement in the room, and Liang Jing did not speak.

"There is no need to say anything more, Chang'an. You have already made yourself very clear. Whether they believe it or not is up to them. Do not forget our mission. We are returning to the Baili family now. I am right here, and I would like to see who dares to smear my name! Two senior brothers, what are we waiting for? Let us go!" Hongzhuang said.

As this invisible giant sword emerged, the terrifying wind blades it contained had already leveled a forest, and cracks began to appear in the earth.

Piao Ran nodded, half-doubting, "Then I shall trouble you!" If even Dunhuang was at his wit's end, what could he possibly do? If not for the need to stabilize her and prevent her internal energy from further fading, how could he have been so reckless as to steal authentic medicinal herbs from the Immortal Realm? And how could he have been driven by desperation to strike such a heavy blow against Guxing?

However, his wife’s use of the word "husband" had truly touched his heart. This was the first time she had called him that; it seemed that the trip had not been in vain for Men Luo. Wahaha, he had struck gold.