Volume 1, Chapter 46: Victory! Victory ultimately belongs to the Qilin Team!

Taking out a white porcelain bottle, she uncorked it, and a wisp of ethereal blue smoke drifted out. Chu Yunlian opened an umbrella and watched as Old Man Liu's nearly transparent soul gradually took shape beneath it.

Moreover, Hong Yanyan had given instructions, and everyone was considerate of "Old Fish" being advanced in age, so whenever anyone went to the seaside, no one called upon him anymore.

The current situation was that Li Yi could not proactively challenge him. However, if the weapons warrior initiated an attack first, the five-minute restriction would automatically disappear.

At first glance, this seemed like nothing, but once Wang Shengli learned of the massive gap between the internal price and the external price, he was instantly startled.

Faced with such an impolite inquiry from Chen Zhi, the middle-aged cultivator did not show the slightest sign of displeasure. With a calm smile, he said, "It is nothing, only that someone entrusted me to deliver a message to Senior Brother." As he spoke, he opened his palm, revealing a grey butterfly resting right in the center of his hand.

Therefore, he had to seize the time, striving to kill Pang Shifeng before Pang Shifeng and Pang Shimin could free their hands, causing the Three Talents Killing Array to collapse completely.

Finishing matters regarding Tang Yun was not yet late; over at Blueprint, Song Wu and Shen Xianbo were both still waiting. It was inappropriate to discuss other companies' affairs during Tang Yun's internal work meeting, so she had no choice but to spend more time heading to Blueprint to sit down and continue the plenary meeting.

In fact, rather than saying Jiang Zhen was hanging out at the bar here, it was more accurate to say he was actually waiting for a call from Ricola.

Gong Xueying had been suddenly sent into the imperial palace three months ago, which astounded everyone. They originally thought the emperor would banish her, but they never expected he would actually keep her?

The Tyrant Bear King looked at him as if he were an idiot, and continued to cast paralyzing spells... Now Li Yi finally understood why that female archer who failed to capture the Tyrant Bear King in his past life had cried in sorrow... "This time it is Chen Yang's blessing..." Li Yi's hands glowed with a red light.

One could see the subduing demon pestle carrying a violent purple cloud, tracing a precise circle. This time, Shen Yu was unable to break the move and instead retreated at the very first moment.

Roy gave a bitter laugh, pondered for a moment, exchanged glances with his companions, and finally turned around, slowly nodding.

At that moment, Roy suddenly tossed and turned slightly, murmuring something unintelligible as if he were gradually regaining consciousness.

Ever since Gongsun Zan led his troops out to battle, he had always relied on the White Horse Riders as the elite force of his army, which was also the capital of his pride.

Li Zhaoyuan was on high alert at this point, concealing his strength as much as possible so as to be ready at any moment to launch a sneak attack and kill the Yin Ghost King.

Within aristocratic families' armies, apart from captains and commanders responsible for combat command, there were also martial arts instructors usually responsible for teaching the soldiers military skills. Captains were generally held by individuals with rich combat experience and tactical know-how in marching and fighting. Instructors, unquestionably, were undertaken by those of formidable strength. An instructor's status in an aristocratic family was generally higher than that of a captain and higher than that of a bodyguard.

Taishi Ci lingered in Linzi for three to five days. Once his injuries had slightly recovered, he took his leave of Chen Nuo. Knowing that although his body was here, his heart was likely still with his elderly mother, and fearing he might worry too much, Chen Nuo naturally had no reason to detain him further and let him return to Donglai first.

However, he was carefree now, believing that aromatic herbs grew everywhere across the ends of the earth, and since he had already come out, he had come out. Upon reaching Mount Laoyin, he naturally had to climb it, thinking of going to the mountaintop to shout out and vent his grievance.

"Aunt Cheng, how could you say he was poisoned? He has been with us the entire journey; who would slip poison to harm him?" Feng Qiuying looked at Lu Qing, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and asked with an expression of utter perplexity.

Specks of golden light extended from his fingertips toward his arm, resembling the most magnificent fireworks in the mortal world, blurring Ruoli's vision.

Feeling the beads of fine sweat on her forehead, Lü Xiang'er forced herself to calm down and think of a solution. Finally, she noticed her hands were tied in front of her, and remembering that she had been very obedient earlier, those men in black had not been too harsh on her. All along, Lü Xiang'er's hands had been bound in front, and only her wrists were tied.

"Your Highness, Lady Yi has brought Yi'er to the manor to express her gratitude and is currently in the front parlor," Uncle Wang spoke.

She suddenly did not know what expression to use to face Shen Yu. Fortunately, having lost her voice now, this paradoxically became an advantage.

"I'll call the landlord over right now." The bald man whipped out his phone, dialed the landlord's number, and after explaining the situation, the landlord stated he would be right over.

This was a somewhat low-pitched voice with a slightly weathered appearance. He wore a mage's robe and held a wooden staff in his hand, emitting a faint yellow radiance.

For some reason, she had not felt particularly wronged when Chu Yuan uttered those words, but now her nose prickled and her eye sockets grew slightly moist, aching with a tingling soreness.

The three of them walked together to the front of the corridor terrace. The sound of rain was pattering and rustling, showing no sign of stopping whatsoever. From time to time, a night breeze blew by, carrying wisps of rain into the corridor terrace, dampening everyone's garments and skirt hems, leaving even a thin layer of moisture on each of their faces.

Qin Feng returned to the courtyard, drank a few cups of tea, and feeling somewhat drowsy, entered his parents' room, fetched a bucket of hot water to simply bathe, and then went to bed to rest.

Even above the city, there was a milky-white light barrier. The defensive array was driven to its maximum by the humans of this world, yet the frenzied ferocious beasts paid no heed to this and continued to assault these human settlements frantically.