Chapter 34

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Mu Weixi descended lazily from upstairs and immediately spotted Tang Shiyao standing in the living room, dressed in a suit, holding fresh flowers, waiting for her with graceful charm.

Had she not just seen the old man’s ruthless glare? And yet she had the audacity to release him out of kindness.

It was a flat in a high-rise building, with elevator access directly to the unit, and windows on all sides overlooking rooftop gardens.

Then the crown prince died. The King of Nanding was imprisoned, and no one could rival the prime minister anymore. The crown prince had a son, taken under the wing of the King of Nanding. But when the prime minister’s men pursued that son, he apparently perished or disappeared without a trace.

It might be best to use this as leverage, having Nangong An escort Nangong Qin out of Yingdu. The distance would make sabotage impossible, and Nangong An would watch over her more strictly.

Li Wangchen was no ordinary person. After receiving the baptism of the Eight Merits Water from Mount Xumi, though part of the younger generation, his strength was extraordinary.

Ye Xuanqing listened and watched, now wishing his eyes were blind and his ears deaf, so he wouldn’t see or hear any of it.

Ye Xuanqing ran outside and leaned against a solitary tree on the cliff’s edge—a tree with red leaves that seemed to never fall completely.

An Xinran returned home, shed her gear, and turned on a TV drama. Unexpectedly, she dozed off on the sofa, only waking the next morning.

Anyone who completed middle school on Earth and understood XY chromosome functions knew there were only a handful of normal ways to achieve this.

After a moment, Chu Yan took deep breaths to calm his emotions, retracting his White Tiger and Vermilion Bird martial souls.

“Brothers, can you help me strip his clothes off?” Zhang Yi glanced around and said.

Thinking this through, Song Ming lit a campfire, pulling out provisions from his Elite Medal, preparing an outdoor barbecue.

Earlier, after passing the first level, Chu Yan didn’t head straight to the second but went to the plaza to seek guidance from Ling Shuangtian about comprehension and fusion.

Suddenly, Fa Qiuzhi had become the backbone of their group. Hey, Chu Yan felt a bit resentful, thinking, “Just because you have sharp eyes and keen ears, you can be the backbone?”

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“That’s not the case. The young master treats people sincerely; he is not like Liu Laozhi, whose words are empty and hollow,” Liu Yu replied ambiguously.

At that moment, Song Ming’s Sword of the World quietly appeared, slashing at the nearest giant. The speed was extraordinary, even disturbing the nearby spatial fluctuations.

The concept of “turnover” in Task Twenty-One varies by region, generally referring to annual revenue, but the length of a year differs from planet to planet.

With so many spirit cores, if they all exploded at once, even immortals would be pulverized. It would be more than enough to destroy a branch of an ethereal fairy palace.

Sure enough, the focus of today’s court meeting was land reforms, with the “Cake Faction” and the “No Cake Faction” arguing fiercely. If it weren’t for the King of Qi maintaining order, it might have turned into a fight.

The only downside was the lack of places to bathe and change clothes; Xiao Ran felt he must have already become quite foul.

“Now, you come to see me for something?” Ming Yue sat at the table, fiddling with some snacks, which she pushed aside, probably finding them unpalatable.

Wang Xiaofeng actually wanted to evade, but his internal strength was too shallow; he couldn’t escape Zhang San’s swift strike and was caught solidly in an instant.

“I bet five hundred taels on Mr. Yi,” the matriarch made the first move, placing a large bet. She wasn’t just confident in Yi Ming but also supporting her son.

Ling Feng saw Wu Qing come to find him—surely there was a matter—and so he stood and left his office.

Besides Liu Lue confronting her on the spot, when she was imprisoned in the Ministry of Punishment’s dungeon, no matter how harsh the interrogation, not a single word could be extracted. She seemed to have become mute, like Shen Si.

As for painting, Fat Jinlong was a perfect fit; in a flash, he painted the words “Great Black Dragon.” Ye Qianli, watching closely, prepared to teach him to paint the characters for “True Dragon” once Fat Jinlong’s attempt was rejected.

Amid the crowd’s confusion, wisps of cold smoke rose from the tips of the newly sprouted cold star grass covering the hills.

After all, the demonic cultivator was too strange; no one knew his current status—whether his cultivation had soared again or if he had acquired some formidable trump card.

“Dead?” Zhou Tianlong’s complexion suddenly changed. He realized everything Shi Hai had said revolved around the word “dead,” and a sudden thought struck him—he seemed to understand something.

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As they descended, all the scattered cultivators clearly understood the pattern of the fierce wind and floated down in unison, and the arena immediately fell into silence.

“However, that said, your mountain village folks have quite peculiar hairstyles,” the middle-aged scholar remarked, looking at Piaowuzong’s short hair, unable to help but comment. In this era, most men wore long hair.

Tian Chenzi spoke each word deliberately, precise and powerful, each sentence striking deeply into Mo Li’s heart, resonating long after.

“Uh, the Lu family ancestral home is near the Huai River. Zi Jing has just arrived from his hometown today to visit his granduncle and grandaunt,” Lu Su answered respectfully.

He lacked the foresight to predict the situation here in advance; the many young experts he brought were for another matter entirely.

Ye Qingfu might lack subtlety but wasn’t so dense as to miss such an obvious hint. With a face full of grievance, she picked up her basket and left, utterly baffled about where she had gone wrong and why her third sister had patiently dismissed her.

This newly recognized sister was simply wonderful, beyond words. Unexpectedly, she expressed strong support without hesitation. Piaowuzong was so moved they nearly teared up. If Piaowuzong were male, they would have rushed over to embrace her in gratitude and friendship. But what happened next was completely unexpected.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhou Tianlong’s forehead. His wind attribute was countered by the enemy’s fire attribute, and water was countered by earth. No matter which martial skill he used, he couldn’t simultaneously resist both beasts.

By the fifth day, the stone had shrunk to palm size, entirely transparent like crystal. Zhang Ye and Bei Yanjie remained speechless.

If the battle below broke out and Dong Zhuo fled, Hulao Pass would surely be breached. But if he personally joined the fight, it would boost morale and allow for a fierce struggle.

“Uncle Zhang…” The workers outside the fire scene stared blankly, as the sound of a qin pierced through the inferno. Listening to this life-or-death performance, many were moved to tears.