Chapter 27

Yet, those were merely silent screams. Lin Yucheng had nothing; he picked up his wine glass and, without needing any urging, began to drink alone.

Su Zheng also turned to look in that direction. He could vaguely sense a startling sword intent emanating from the direction of Bright Moon Island.

Before Master Zhao could even set off, he had somehow learned that Liao Daheng had reached a secret agreement with the Prince’s estate. After being out for two or three days, he wrote to his patron claiming illness and requesting to return home for a year of rest.

Zhang Tianyi realized this the moment Wang Junfeng discarded one of his four-of-a-kind. Tang Zhiyuan held the lifeline of Wang Junfeng, that gold-plated lawyer; without handling Tang Zhiyuan, there would be no way to win future lawsuits.

Deng Yong sighed even more helplessly. He only knew how to fight; such schemes and intrigues were simply not his forte.

As they walked, Yaya fell half a step behind, leaning significantly closer to Zhang Tianyi.

Seeing this scene, Su Zheng could not help but grit his teeth. This time, he took out a mountain-like pile of immortal stones to refine.

"You're the last one left. Well? Do you still want to fight?" Seeing me retreat with immense pride, Li Feng turned to ask Beige Jueshi, who had just finished downing a vitality recovery potion.

Li Ru whispered a few words into Dong Zhuo’s ear. Upon hearing them, Dong Zhuo was overjoyed and immediately ordered them to be carried out, then walked toward He Lian’s carriage.

In truth, both organizations were non-governmental, yet they held pivotal influence over court politics and the economy. Their relationship was highly complex, with each infiltrating the other's enterprises.

She felt she had long since embraced the prospect of death. Having been reborn, she felt a sense of liberation. She had traveled to famous scenic spots across various lands, experienced the hardships of the countryside as a wanderer of the mortal world, and returned to the capital to bind herself as a wealthy tycoon. She had roamed through all the world’s joys, understanding their true essence.

Now that his memory had returned, the dragon arm he had grafted on was fully under his command. By utilizing the protective armor on his body, the power he unleashed became even more terrifying.

The bandit leader remained unsatisfied and kicked An Siyu, who lay on the ground, with deep resentment. Only then did he turn, snatched a broadsword from one of his underlings, and raised it over An Siyu’s prone body. "I’m going to kill you!" With those words, he prepared to strike.

Hearing the word "acquaintance," the disgust in Jiang Xin’s eyes deepened. Her tone turned cold, as if suppressing something: "If Patron Sun wishes to see my master, please go yourself. This is my residence, and I am about to return to my room to meditate." With that, she turned and headed toward a room to the side.

With the heavy opening of the Southern Qin Pass gates, the battle, which had previously put the Southern Qin Prefecture’s forces at a disadvantage, suddenly underwent a world-shaking transformation.

Dongfang Yan was kind enough to see it through to the end, taking a whole pile of cold-repelling and mind-calming supplies from the room to gift to the mother and son. Li'er, however, seemed momentarily speechless.

Some people had originally intended to say something, but upon hearing Ye Tianfeng speak, they immediately held their tongues.

That night of idle curiosity had entangled her fate with hers, leading them onto two diverging paths of life.

"Planning for the long term? We need to plan for the short term. I suggest sending over some rare treasures of heaven and earth," said Song Damao.

Mo Yu’s ten clones emerged from his body, dispersing in all directions to act as his eyes, keeping watch over the surroundings.

After a while, he finished crying and wiped his tears. His gaze seemed much firmer now, his mouth slightly parted as if he were saying something.

Once they spotted a Bull-Head or Horse-Face, or a Nether Crow, they would immediately turn their carriage around and switch to a safer route.

Haizhou Hotel was a five-star establishment; the food was indeed excellent, but the prices were not exactly friendly to the common folk. Locals rarely spent their money there just to treat themselves.

Although he didn't quite understand why the authorities had sent her, a high school junior, to participate in an exchange program at a university in the United States.

Jifeng continued to hum with excitement, his large tail wagging incessantly, occasionally licking the man’s face.

In a fit of rage, his allowance was not only cut, but he was also severely scolded. If not for the fact that he was the only seedling in the family and they couldn't bear to strike him, he wouldn’t be sitting here drinking now; he would have been in the hospital hooked up to an IV drip.

Jun Chen knew that for the past few days, in order not to distract him, everyone had stayed indoors and refrained from going out.

Since they were already sitting at the dining table, it wasn't just to eat—why else would they sit there like those idiots, dumbly waiting for someone without saying a word?

Like the incident encountered today, unless one witnessed the situation on the spot, it was extremely difficult to make an accurate judgment just by listening to the two sides argue.

This vow was even more ruthless; Qin Feng made no promises to those he allowed to join.

A hidden undercurrent that could erupt at any moment lurked within Shenyu City. A million miles away, Jiang Xiao and Guan Yuling were living happily; Jiang Xiao loved to cook, and Guan Yuling had been enjoying the fruits of his labor for over a dozen days.

"Your words just now are not without merit. If they are poorly trained and truly got the news wrong, that would indeed be troublesome. Let Bai Lan and Cen Mu remain in charge, but remember to communicate entirely in the language of beasts."

Upon seeing this, Leng Lingyun’s eyes suddenly lit up. She felt a secret joy for Yu Qing. She was well-versed in medicine and had studied toxicology; from the color of the flames, she could tell at a glance that they were scale-fires tempered by venom glands.

It was not impossible for a Deputy Chancellor to order the Imperial Guard into action. Although, strictly speaking, the Imperial Guard were the Emperor's personal troops and answered only to him.

At dawn, Xi Chen was awakened by the cold. She curled up, opening her eyes in a daze. The sky was still dim and misty, heavy with moisture. As she sat up, shivering, she saw the coat that had slid off her—it was Lu Ziqian’s trench coat.

If Ning Xiu could not achieve breakthroughs in these two areas, the glass he produced would have no competitive edge over local glazed wares. It might even be inferior to them; after all, purely from an aesthetic standpoint, glazed ware was far superior to glass and belonged to the level of art pieces.

But when Yun Nianjin finished speaking, Leng Lingyun suddenly burst into laughter. Yun Nianjin pondered, perplexed, as he didn't find anything funny about what he had said.

This was a Great Demon, a rare expert even among the demon race. Ordinarily, he would be a powerful Demon King, yet because he knew of Di Jun’s schemes, he had been wiped out. It could be said that the more one does, the more one errs; it is truly pitiful to serve such a master.