Chapter Sixty-Five

Back then, braised pork was a luxury they could only afford once a month. Whenever they had it, Qu Lin’s parents wouldn't touch it at first. Instead, they would just watch her eat, and only after she was full would the two of them finally pick up their chopsticks.

My soul snapped back into my body. I rushed forward and slapped my hand over her big mouth, threatening, "You little wretch, shouting so loud—do you want the whole Prince Xuan's Mansion to know I'm a hopeless romantic?" As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Wasn't I indirectly admitting to the fact that I was indeed a lovesick fool?

Moreover, amidst the roaring gale of a tornado, the howling wind could easily mask the piercing sound of willow-leaf blades as they sliced through the air.

Zhao Yuhui's wife wasn't stupid either. Knowing what kind of man her husband was, she accepted his explanation with only a half-hearted skepticism.

After all, the strength of a Foundation Establishment cultivator within a faction was plain for all to see. No matter who else might perish, losing a Foundation Establishment cultivator was invariably a massive loss.

Suddenly, a wave of annoyance washed over him. Being inexplicably dropped into this primeval forest and trapped within it had already left him deeply displeased, and now this bizarre village dredged up unbearable memories of the returning lantern... All of this made him feel intensely irritated, yet utterly helpless.

Hui Yuezhen’s pupils suddenly constricted. She looked alertly at Ziye, and then turned her gaze to Ion Ziye with a look of utter shock.

Meanwhile, Uncle Bai stood firmly at my side, holding a peach wood sword to guard and protect me. Just as midnight struck, a gust of eerie wind blew in from the west, causing all seven oil lamps to flicker to varying degrees, though fortunately, none of them went out.

Watching the divine cat hopping up and down to move, wearing an expression of fierce fury yet absolute helplessness, she laughed so hard her slender waist bent.

He could never forget the look of utter hatred and incomprehension in Advisor Qin's eyes as he lay dying.

Returning to the hotel, their luggage was distributed, and the eight of them then retreated to their respective rooms to begin unpacking and organizing their belongings.

In the end, Dorgon accepted Ning Wanwo's suggestion to wait two days until the heavy snow fell, and then fight a decisive battle against the Taiwanese.

"You... do you know who I am? Have you any idea what the consequences of doing this will be?" Ding Xingzhi roared furiously.

Within the territory controlled by the Southern Heavenly King, and among the vast majority of White Emperor City's citizens, lanterns were hung and celebrations were held with great joy to welcome the new city lord.

The faint sound of door-bashing drifted over. Qin Xianhui’s eyes snapped open, and he rolled out of bed, his hand instantly grasping the hilt of his treasured sword.

His words struck right at Lu Yingkong’s sore spot, causing his aura to fluctuate erratically. He Wuchen sneered even more relentlessly and continued.

"Yes, exactly, this is that exact power!" Upon seeing the totem power unleashed by Han Linxue, Lin Fang nodded in great delight and spoke. This was precisely the miraculous power that allowed Han Ru and Liu Fengyi to display strength far exceeding their own cultivation realms.

The spacious and luxurious Pool of Jade Liquid returned to its former tranquility, with only the sound of bubbling spring water rolling on.

Usually, they all considered themselves quite wealthy, believing this auction was just a game for people like them. But now, they suddenly realized they didn't recognize any of these bidders shouting out prices in the tens of billions, yet those astronomical sums rolled off their tongues without even a blink of an eye.

The journey to Renzhou would take five days, meaning more than ten days for a round trip. Jiang Anyong was tied up with official duties in Huazhou and could not easily leave, but upon hearing about Tong'er's current plight, he could no longer sit still. Tong'er's situation was entirely of his own making; if he turned a blind eye and ignored it, how could he face his own conscience?

"Even if we are no match for him, we must fight with all we have, because you, Sun Ling, are here!" The God of Space and Time and numerous powerful beings appeared out of thin air, jointly casting spells to open dozens of massive spacetime gates.

"An incense stick's time—you must arrive by then." As soon as Yao finished speaking, everyone's hearing returned to normal.

"Alas, I hope Daoist Ruofeng can uncover something. I always feel like something is off here..." Shaking his head helplessly with a sigh, he didn't dwell on it further and continued to support Shen Yuanhong as they pushed forward.

Yet why were their gazes toward him so peculiar? What a strange family! Yun Chen muttered to himself.

"Indeed. Although his attire looked no different from us Han people, and he even wore disguises, he still couldn't escape my eyes. When I questioned him on this point, he didn't deny it. He must undoubtedly be a Mongol," Tang Qianxiao replied truthfully.

"I see. Even the transfer of heat cannot reach it. However..." Zeter noticed that the shape of the flame had changed. Did that mean the shapes of other things could be altered as well?

King Yama addressed us as "worthy younger brother" one moment and had us take our seats the next. Each of us had our own table and stool, and no one snatched anyone else's fruit, just like ancient emperors dining with their ministers.

A golden moon rose into the sky, casting its clear radiance over the vast grassland. Tizhu led the people inside the Golden Tent out to welcome the Living Buddha. From the direction of the sacred mountain, a long procession wound its way forward, and the Living Buddha's grand carriage arrived right on schedule.

Emperor Ling waved his hand, grabbed Fourth Master Wang, and flew toward Mount Ziyang. When Shen Si'si caught sight of Fourth Master Wang, she was so overwhelmed with emotion that she was temporarily struck speechless. Emperor Ling gently patted her head.

According to your records, over the past millennium, there have been a total of more than one hundred recorded births of female dragons.

His thoughts were on Lin Zhuo, a young man who had attained great power at a tender age—a type of person he utterly despised. He always thought of himself, languishing on the bench for years, muddle-headed and wasting his youth in empty dreams. Tearing inside and filled with bitter resentment, he wanted to ask just one question: By what right?

Yet, these very words, when heard by the Third Princess, nearly drove her mad on the spot. Clenching her teeth, she fiercely suppressed her rage and asked in a low, trembling voice.