The Ghost King Kissed His Little Darling to Tears (19)

Just as the system had predicted, two days later, Yinhun arrived right on schedule to see Huami.

This was the first time she had seen him since waking up.

Yinhun looked no different than before, remaining as icy and aloof as ever.

Upon arrival, he did not ask how she was feeling, nor did he seem surprised that she had regained consciousness.

The moment he stepped inside, he naturally caught her by the waist and lifted her up.

Before Huami even had time to feel awkward, the talented scholars she fancied were invariably hindered by their own poverty—a matching set of traits. As impoverished scholars, they could never afford the exorbitant ransom demanded by the courtesans, which was why their romances so often ended in tragedy.

Chifeng turned to look at Nangong Ran, only to see her supporting the bundle on her shoulder with her left hand while holding a torch in her right. In the flickering firelight, her eyes resembled autumn waters and her face mirrored peach blossoms, presenting an peerless appearance. Upon closer inspection, she was truly stunning beyond compare.

If Luo Hao were to catch wind of this news, his expression would likely change drastically. After all, he already had Wang Jiajia and Liu Ya mei at home; if Yun Yuyu and Shui Shengyan were to join them, the consequences could well be imagined.

The workshop had just received seven or eight thousand whole cattle hides—raw hides, unprocessed and rigid in texture. Song Wan sighed with emotion; these were all top-quality cowhides, clearly originating from the northern grasslands. The Central Plains could never procure such a vast quantity of hides, seeing as the slaughter of cattle was strictly prohibited.

The zombie's vital essence could suppress the golden body, but it was utterly incapable of shattering it, leaving the entity no choice but to take root deeply within Song Yuan's constitution.

Long Teng swallowed the antidote while speaking, "This king is discerning and distinguishes truth from falsehood instantly; do you really need to explain? I simply have one thing unclear: why are you so confident? Could it be that Prince Zhaoxu has launched an attack? Or has Feng Jiaoniang raided your lair?"

Entering the weapon hall and beholding the dazzling array of precious artifacts and spiritual energy within, a smile bloomed across his face.

Long Yuan stepped back several paces, panting heavily, while Zhao Meng had also expended a great deal of physical stamina simply to pin him down.

Long Yuan placed the remaining two leaves and stem of the Qiqi grass into a delicate box and muttered to himself, "It is time to go find my fifth and fourth senior brothers." After tidying up his room, he hurried over to Qi Meiran's quarters.

"This is a fine idea. Fuzhou and Baixia are the frontline passes of Hezhou. Capturing them will inevitably inflict psychological pressure on Zhao Cheng, the defending general of Hezhou, and grant us a firm foothold in Southern Han! However, whom should we send as the vanguard?" Wang Jixun said.

"I want to marry you!" Ye Jiu's face flushed slightly as she suddenly lifted her head and declared to Zhao Xinghe.

In 1861, following the discovery of gold in Otago, New Zealand, prospectors flocked to Dunedin in droves.

Hao Ren strode forward and delivered two swift kicks, sending the two men pinning the emaciated middle-aged man sprawling, before pulling the man up and speaking to Tang Xiao.

With Ding Yi's voice echoing out, the number of troubles for the employees near the wind vane decreased significantly, allowing them to work with greater peace of mind while simultaneously increasing their corporate identity and driving them to work even harder.

"Of course not. You are the master of the Heavenly Gate, bearing heavy responsibilities. If any mishap were to befall you, I could never bear the consequence, and my guilt would be unforgivable even a myriad of times," Xing Tian said.

Shen Luogyan froze for a moment, then turned to look. A familiar figure came into view, filling her with both astonishment and joy.

It was rumored that this second wife had managed Master Long so completely that ever since taking her as a concubine, Master Long had indeed reined in his womanizing ways.

This inevitably brought to mind the saying that even though Sun Wukong could leap one hundred thousand and eight thousand miles in a single somersault, he could never escape the palm of the Buddha.

Let me put it this way: my father may well have sent the flat peaches, after which my sect's disciples handed them over to the sect, only for Long Xiaotian to lurk within our Myriad Demon Sect waiting for an opportunity to seize them.

"This also demonstrates that at this moment, he has been driven into a desperate corner, just as I anticipated. Yang Yuan is already losing his patience and wants to be rid of him, leaving him with no other choice," Qin彦 murmured with the corner of his mouth curving upward, feeling a secret sense of delight in his heart.