Chapter 44

Seeing this, the feudal princes had no idea what was happening and assumed he was about to issue another decree. They hastily stopped crying and stared in unison at Song Sixian. Song Sixian glanced back at them and slowly bent down—it turned out that at some point, the Senior Grand Secretary's shoe had slipped off, and he was bending down to pull it back on.

Tie Zong casually lifted his arm, revealing his gold watch once again, its solid gold body gleaming brilliantly.

"Where is your mind at! Yu Le is so rustic; using that to fool my mom would be entirely too perfunctory!" Zhang Shanshan scoffed.

Kōng Kōng'er, clad in a black dress, stood motionless, her gaze falling upon the two prospective saints as she began to probe their depths.

Zhang Youqian remarked from the side, "Before that stubborn old man of mine went into business, he also worked at the Central Plains Escort Agency for a period of time. Speaking of which, the two of you are actually my seniors."

When there is water, this place becomes a thriving habitat for diverse biological species; but now that the water is gone, it is simply a grave-robbing—er, a novice village for archaeology.

According to Gong Shaoqing's understanding of Ye Zihan, whenever she wore that expression, it meant someone was about to have some terrible luck.

Therefore, this toxic attribute power was very likely to become a major lethal weapon for Lu Chen to catch enemies off guard in future battles.

It was not until a few seconds later, when Baidita's backup power activated and the lights on the dozens of floors below illuminated once more, that the world seemed to regain its vitality. The sounds of cars, people, sirens, and shouts finally filtered back into everyone's ears.

Yu Le's heart was naturally filled with anticipation. Nourished by superior fertilizers imbued with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, what would these orchards become?

The more irritated he felt, the calmer and more indifferent Chen Xiaoran appeared... His eyeballs rolled slightly, and Chen Xiaoran's peripheral vision fell upon the empty, spacious bed beside him. He knitted his brows.

His cultivation technique is so peculiar that it gives me a sense of déjà vu. I admit that he is powerful, but he has chosen the wrong opponent; after just a few rounds, I have deciphered all of his techniques.

His entire body cracked and bled, some of the fissures widening into gaping chasms deep enough to expose the bone—a bloody and terrifying sight.

Wu Tian waited for quite a while, watching as he stammered "In my opinion..." for ages without ever actually spitting out a single useful word.

Hai Zhongtian tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart and asked in a deep voice, "State your name, age, and banner registry." It seemed Hai Zhongtian was being rather cautious; he was going to investigate my background.

The fact that the two of them were birds of a feather and would cooperate had actually been within my expectations for a long time. After all, engaging in real estate inevitably involves demolition issues, and when faced with this problem, many black-hearted developers choose to use violent methods to squeeze the common people.

The middle-aged man was dressed in magnificent attire, naturally exuding a noble aura. He possessed a pair of slender phoenix eyes, a high and straight bridge of the nose, and skin as crystal-clear and delicate as if it could be broken by a breath, making him look exceptionally handsome. Who could this be if not Tian Wan?

Aunt Mei exploited Juanjuan's character flaw of petty jealousy, forcing her to reveal her true colors.

No matter what, Tong Tian felt this was an opportunity for himself—though, of course, this opportunity might also be accompanied by death.

Accompanied by a massive explosive sound, the Tingyun Sword heavily slashed down upon the blood-red grand array of the Xuandan Mansion. The ripples set off by the array's turbulence blew away countless cultivators who stood too close, and the array instantly fractured with a tear.

The crowd began to buzz with discussion until Monica slammed her hand heavily on the table, silencing everyone.

Because Zhao Yisui had to admit that whenever she made choices such as transferring her spiritual energy to Cangji, letting him take Jiang Yunchen away while she stayed behind to fend off the eighth-rank demon cultivator, what drove her was a sense of logical necessity rather than some grand act of sacrifice and redemption.

Su An let out a miserable scream, practically catapulting off her and colliding with the lid of the trunk.

He was about to open his mouth to return the card, but before he could, Ji Ruobing's helpless voice sounded first.

Therefore, to avoid complications, she should still purchase some servants to shut the gossiping mouths of the crowd.

Quite a few people had arrived—six in total: three of the third rank, two of the fourth rank, and one of the fifth rank. Bandits of this scale rarely encountered any opponents, making the newcomers extremely arrogant. One of them kicked the cloud boat directly, overturning it instantly.

Wen Shi had no particular thoughts regarding Gu Haiyuan taking a master; at this moment, he only wanted to know what Gu Haiyuan was practicing.

Seeing that Xia岚 had no strength left to fight back, he thought of resonating with Garuda to defend against Salinas's attack, but the resonance failed to initiate.

Suddenly, Liu Ye slashed out fiercely with a halberd. The blade tore through the air without producing the slightest sound.

The Bei residence was already in absolute chaos. Li Caifeng sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, not uttering a word.

Clinging to the pomegranate tree was a young boy dressed in indigo-blue clothes. He looked a bit older than the other two, though he appeared to be only about five years old. Following their instructions and keeping his feet moving, he climbed higher onto another tree branch.

The blood throughout his entire body felt like boiling water, carrying an unbearable rage all the way to his fingertips.

Night's voice echoed in Xiao Ling's mind, and Xiao Ling gained a deeper understanding of what the Sword Intent of the Soul truly meant, clearing up all his previous confusions.

The crowd looked at Mu Ziyun, thinking to themselves: It would be even better if she were ruined; that way, there would be an excuse to punish the Marquis's estate, wouldn't there?

However, thinking of those who had departed and would never return, thinking of the comrades they had conversed with throughout the night who might never be seen again, thinking of the faces that usually seemed annoying yet could now only exist as memories, thinking that by this time next year he would be gone—Xiang Yongming felt a profound sense of grievance and depression in his heart.

At the same time, Xiao Ling frantically absorbed the vital energy of the Five-Color Origin Vein, intending to merge the two and charge toward the realm of a Three-Star Martial Supreme.