Chapter: Side Story: Su Mengzhen IF Line (1)

If Feng Wei were to hold a grudge over the fact that she had once liked the Grand Preceptor, probably even the Grand Preceptor himself would not escape unscathed. Although nothing had actually happened between them, given Feng Wei's past temperament, she could easily imagine and blow things out of proportion even if nothing was there.

Therefore, when Li Muyun approached him a few days ago and begged for his help in supervising the production of gunpowder, the old man agreed without hesitation.

Of course, General Xue was so accustomed to this because, over the past five years of living under the same roof with Xue Ling, the two of them had been engaged in a daily routine of plotting against each other and being plotted against.

Former Ghost's eyes snapped open, sweeping one by one over those faces of uncertain expressions. Everyone present was a heavyweight figure, but the greater the heavyweight, the more they knew of Former Ghost's terrifying power, leaving them with no choice but to swallow their resentment in silence.

With hair like dark clouds, an apricot-like face and peach-blossom cheeks, her eyebrows were as faint as spring mountains, and her eyes rippled like autumn waves. Her full breasts and slender waist, coupled with ample hips and long legs, surpassed even a crabapple flower intoxicated by the sun or a pear blossom bathed in weeping rain.

However, yielding was one thing; emotionally, the old man Li Yuan simply could not get past the hurdle in his heart. The more he pondered, the more he felt he had failed his wife, and the more he felt aggrieved. In a fit of anger, while Li Shimin was ascending ShunTian Gate to watch Jieli Khan dance, the old man ran away from home.

"Let's wait and see. Who knows if they are just trying to bluff us." The middle-aged old man inside the carriage furrowed his brows deeply, likewise gazing outside.

As time went on, even without Tang Ying having to say anything, Ji Lixing rarely smoked or drank in her presence.

He carefully recalled the direction his boss had run in just moments ago and figured it must be the west, so he immediately sprinted toward the west.

Seeing that his attack had forced Chen Tianxiu to release his left leg, Qiao Youqian sneered as he landed on the ground. Giving Chen Tianxiu no chance to catch his breath, he launched another charge, channeling all his physical strength into his legs with vital energy swirling around them.

"Come to my house and take that trophy away. I'll give you a discount. Let's say two hundred million." Gan Jing curled her lips in a slight sneer.

"Very well then," the messenger of the Godly Martial Temple said somewhat dejectedly. He then stuffed the equipment back into his cloth pouch and left Yun Jin's camp.

To use the modern era as an example here as well: why don't modern people believe in gods? The direct reason is that believing in gods yields no benefits. If you don't grant me benefits and I have never truly seen you, why on earth should I believe in you? If deities were to actually bestow some blessings upon their believers, the number of believers would definitely skyrocket.

Mortars are short and thick. Yet, the most powerful mortars in the world are forged through hardship and trials. In terms of numbers, they could rival the super mortars deployed by the German forces during the decisive battle against Sevastopol in Crimea, which were capable of firing one-ton shells to completely smash sturdy fortresses.

After resting for a night in Mengxi Village, Yan Yunxing, out of consideration for secrecy, had Li Yuqing return home first to comfort his family and instructed him to tell them that Li Batian had merely gone north to Kaifeng to pay respects to the Emperor. At first, Li Yuqing was, of course, extremely reluctant—why should he keep it a secret when you killed his father?

He turned his head slightly and caught sight of the faint awkwardness on the face of that scoundrel Li, realizing that this fellow also knew academic prodigies were not to be trifled with, let alone easily conquered.

Di Chun, being thoughtful, had even specially sent people to buy dozens of catties of rats and threw every single one of them down into the basement. It was said that for the first three days, ghostly howls and wailing could be heard faintly from the basement from afar, sounding exceptionally desolate.

If Liu Lang had not personally participated in and commanded this battle, he almost, damn it, would have believed it himself.

Upon hearing that name, the figure seemed to pause slightly, and then its gaze shifted, locking firmly onto Ji Ning.

Not far away stood an "Ice Goddess." She was unwilling to let him see her looking so disheveled and messed up by others, as that would make her feel deeply humiliated. Furthermore, telling Leiluo about such matters was useless; he couldn't possibly run out right now to buy her a new set of clothes. Besides, even if he were willing to buy them, she didn't have any spare money left.

After this alchemy convention concluded, she intended to clarify her true feelings honestly to the Emperor: the person she loved was Jun Moling, and she and Gu Tuoling would never be possible.

Gazing at the faintly glowing divine statue before her, Qin Yibai found herself entirely helpless for a moment. Meanwhile, the divine fetus's pair of eyes, filled with alluring smiles, seemed at this moment like silent mockery directed straight at Qin Yibai.

"Impossible! Even if he likes her, he wouldn't be in such a rush to marry her and bring her into the family, would he? What about the elders of the Song family? Would they agree to it?" After eighteen years of persistence, she had never even won a proper glance from the four pillars of the Song family; by what right did Su Lian think she could catch their eye? How ironic was this?

"I told you to take Mian Jie'er and Xiang Jie'er to ingratiate yourselves with the Princess Consort Shuo, so as to pave the way for the sisters to enter the estate and serve Prince Shuo, but instead you went and offended them!" Duke Yifeng pointed at his daughter-in-law and scolded her bitterly.

It was unknown what Madam Liu said, but a moment later, Mu Fengyun suddenly let out a loud cry, "Mother! Wuwu!" and then burst into passionate tears. Mu Feng华 found this rather bizarre, as this was the first time she had ever seen Mu Fengyun behave like this.

Su Lian did not want to fall in the same place a second time, and Sister Lan likewise did not want to experience disappointment in Su Lian a second time. She had already lowered her pride to seek her out, which could be considered giving her the utmost respect. If Su Lian still failed to understand what it meant to "be a little smarter," she would never give her another chance to make a comeback.

Chijia, on the other hand, was a highly knowledgeable and powerful cultivator. Although he hadn't paid much attention at first, the moment Chiyong opened the stopper, his expression shifted subtly. He then hurriedly opened the jade bottle in his own hand and began observing it carefully.

"Why don't we spend the Lantern Festival in this town before leaving?" The Third Master asked, looking with heartache at his wife, whose face was as white as snow and clearly showing signs of severe discomfort.

Observing that her handwriting was square, solid, and composed—though lacking the dashing and ethereal grace of past masters—it excelled in its majestic momentum and unyielding righteousness.

However, there were still plenty of such items left on the battleship. Upon receiving the order, Selina commanded various machinery and equipment to pack and dispatch the designated materials. However, because J-Z-901 was extremely obscure and not on the routine dispatch list, the preparation process took a few minutes longer than that for conventional supplies.

Ron put away Gryffindor's silver sword, then waved his left hand and greeted the Basilisk as their eyes met.