Volume 1, Chapter 124: A Fine Young Lady

The next day, it was drizzling, and the temperature had dropped to just two degrees.

Indoors, however, it was warm as spring.

As people age, they require less sleep. Lu Zhengxun woke up very early and had finished his breakfast before seven o'clock, while the others gathered for breakfast at half-past eight.

Tang Liping was as warm and enthusiastic as ever, as if Tang Ying, who had repeatedly targeted Jiang Ning the day before, had nothing to do with her. Jiang Ning responded to her from time to time, just enough to avoid any criticism.

When Yu Fei proposed moving to District 11, it had once caused her mother, the imperial consort, to faint from the severe shock.

Feeling much better, Daliena took the medicine and the cup from her husband’s hand and swallowed the medication.

Pang Yu’s face turned deathly pale in an instant. The scene before him far exceeded his calculations. He had expected that even if there were many of these Qi-refining demons, thirty or forty at most would be the limit. Who would have thought there would be nearly twice that number, including several with immense power? He was suddenly seized by the feeling of a lamb walking into a tiger’s den.

The People's Liberation Army's pursuit units and the fleeing bandits were like participants in a massive game of cat and mouse. They ran and fought, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed. Witnessing the sight of Sherdeman being crushed by the PLA artillery caused Yulbars to lose all hope.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." Sanae stroked her head. She had been guarding the flag at the shrine perfectly well when she was suddenly knocked unconscious. It was only upon hearing Ren Pindi’s shout of "Attack them!" that she had managed to regain consciousness.

Lin Miao’er’s charming face, her tender, supple skin, and those slightly parted red lips filled him with an indescribable excitement. Yet, he possessed deep self-control, and at a moment like this, he still maintained a degree of restraint.

"Originally, your mistress only had one Yin Pearl. It just so happened that while on a mission to the Southern Wasteland border on the Ancestor’s orders, your master accidentally obtained a Yang Pearl. It fits perfectly to make a pair, the most appropriate wedding gift for you and Xue’er!" Zhongsun Tian said, stroking his beard with a smile.

Yun Xi found the situation increasingly strange. Chen San despised slaughter the most and hated such bloody scenes. She had been wondering how to persuade him to dispose of the bodies, but to her surprise, he had taken the initiative himself.

"Pursue!" Feeling played for a fool, Youxiang was furious. She did not allow herself to make such mistakes. This failure was truly shameful.

But who could it be from? And who was "he," the one mentioned by these four peerless masters? The master of the Demon God Palace? If that powerful and majestic middle-aged man, the noble being with horns atop his head, was merely a clone of his pet, then to what extent must he himself be powerful?

Dividing the family fortune was his due; why should he push it away? Was he burning with too much money? Did his future children and grandchildren not deserve a more prosperous and comfortable life?

"His Highness the Prince of War, how did I offend you? Last night, I, Si Nannan, fought the assassins desperately to save you, sucked the poisonous blood for you, and stood by you through thick and thin. Is this how you treat me?" Si Nannan was filled with righteous indignation, her fists clenched tightly, clearly furious.

When Dao You Zhenjun saw that Chen Shouzhuo was wearing nothing but civilian clothes, lacking even a Five Elements Purifying Robe, he gifted him a set of Dharma robes.

Mi Fang, having been scolded, did not know how to respond. He could only nod quietly and drink his wine in silence. Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door; a servant came to report that someone was visiting from outside the manor, identifying himself as Guo Yi.

The next instant, she understood: this robot possessed no soul; it was a genuine, standard-issue robot.

"In your eyes, is my credibility really that low?" Feng Zhiyou’s expression was sour; his character, which had always been one of his word, was being questioned for the first time.

She appeared suddenly behind him without a single sound of footsteps; scaring people like that could truly be fatal.

As for that mutated plant on the side of the road, and the few mutated beasts and zombies dwelling upon it, they were nothing more than a minor issue that three or four super-powered individuals could resolve with a single blast.