39 (Bonus chapter for 8k nutrient solution)

To avoid distractions, Murong Fu never required Zhu or Bi to serve him while he handled official business. Thus, after a long day’s work, he returned to his courtyard, washed up, and prepared for bed.

Seeing that these people were about to seize the initiative, Yang Chong sneered and produced the Demon Tiger Token. Instantly, a colossal tiger head manifested in the sky above.

With the disciples of the Tianyi Divine Blade Sect—known for their fierce offensive—serving as the vanguard, the agile disciples of the Taibai Divine Sword Sect maneuvered across the field. They were supported by the spell-casting disciples of the Moon Goddess Palace, who provided suppression, while the high-defense body cultivators of the Divine Sun Palace guarded the rear. Hundreds strong, the group crushed countless skeletons as they pressed forward.

While they spoke, Yu Ren waved his hand, and information immediately flooded the minds of those present.

Avi did not reply to anyone. He wanted to first understand why he had suddenly received so many job invitations. Although the invitation from Prince Bradley was tempting, Avi, having just returned from the hospital, was still in a daze and could not make sense of the current situation.

"Are you saying that you removed her veil?" Yang Rudan immediately seized upon the crux of Su Yi's words.

Shen Yiqing not only had to blaze the trail ahead but also had to frequently look back to cover for Yan Cai, who lagged behind. This caused their team's progress to fall far behind the others.

Once his schedule was set, Jiang Lin posted an update on Bilibili: "This week is fully booked. Those interested, please sign up in advance for next week."

Jiang Lin woke up and turned on the light, only to find that the water glass he had left on the table had been shattered to pieces.

The voice seemed to be inextricably linked to Su Yi in some mysterious way. But after it roared once, Su Yi tried to hear it again, only to find it had vanished completely.

"Forget it, I won't bother you. Since you want to rest, I'll let you rest for a while," Feng Xueqing sighed suddenly. She turned back and manipulated spiritual energy to manifest a neat black shirt, which she draped over Xiao Xiao. She could not guarantee that she wouldn't act on impulse otherwise.

Although I desperately wanted to ask her what had just happened, her rebuff left me too intimidated to speak.

Shao Yang’s eyes lit up. As the premier force in the current "Three Kingdoms World," Cao Cao’s Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were his absolute elite; their training conditions went without saying.

I had already told him I was a level 60 master of the First-Class Vitality Arts, yet he remained utterly indifferent and insisted on challenging me?

Xiao Mo was mostly awake by now. Not seeing Qin Wu beside him, he searched for her and found her on the terrace. He walked over barefoot and hugged her from behind.

Watching the man before him struggle to lift his trembling arms, blood spraying as he tried to signal his orders, Zaks gritted his teeth and turned his horse around.

Mu Sirong had finished washing and come out. She went to turn the doorknob and found the door still locked. It seemed Gong Cheng hadn't returned yet, and she had no idea where he had gone.

Though I didn't know what her sigh meant, considering her hesitation earlier, I decided to ask her one last time.

Fortunately, there were many hands to help, and since the fire had just started and covered little ground, they managed to extinguish it after much effort. However, the woodpile was almost entirely soaked, and the water in the vat was exhausted.

Could Mo Qingyu achieve what Han Ranyao and the Queen could not? That remained an unknown.

What remarkable skills. The remaining three men ignored Xi Cao, sprang up, and drew their guns and blades. Several armed guards emerged from the pleasure boat, and the two sides began to exchange fire.

The man twisted his heel on the ground, causing the bleeding wound to split further. Half-sobered by the pain, he nearly screamed aloud.

At that moment, taking advantage of their conversation, Shi Keping noticed the elevator door nearby open. He rushed in with the child, and the doors slammed shut.

She knew of Su Yu's arrival and that he would bully Nakagawa Kanon, but Su Yu was the boss, and she was merely an agent; she had no authority over him.

His favorite person was Sato Miwako. Fearing that she would be bullied by Su Yu, he tried to protect her in secret, only for his intervention to result in Sato Miwako kissing Su Yu.

Ji Changfeng understood and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. If not for the fact that the Heavenly Gate was worried about his conflict with the "Yu" generation, he would have only thought about the strife between the Mount Tai, Huashan, and Songshan sects, never considering whether the others in the Mount Tai sect would honestly accept him as their leader.

Su Yu, dressed in a pristine white chef's uniform, moved with elegant, fluid grace. Every stroke of his knife felt less like cooking and more like a magic show.

Once this sign was hung, it shocked the common folk. While it gave them plenty to gossip about, it also filled them with a newfound reverence for the Flying Cloud Temple.

Such an expression in Su Cheng's eyes made his heart skip a beat. He knew clearly of his great-grandfather’s deep-seated hatred for the founding emperor, and this hatred, evidently, could not be hidden from the Crown Princess.

The Yaoguang Divine Emperor sprang up from the ground, wanting to look outside, but there were no windows on the walls for him to see through.

A-Heng’s cup slipped from her hand. The fine porcelain shattered, even the jagged edges delicate and smooth.

Seeing the gleaming handcuffs in the police officer's hands, Luo Sulan’s relatives, who had been fierce just a moment ago, suddenly wilted.

The two felt that, as elders and Gu Meiyun’s in-laws, they could not possibly kneel to mourn. Thus, neither of them knelt.

At that moment, my long-standing anxiety began to subside. It seemed the bad omen probably referred to that troublemaker, Wu Sanquan. What surprised me, however, was that it was he who came to find me, not Wu Sanjin.

Tang Wushuang lay on the grand bed, his eyes vacant, accompanied by all his beautiful wives.

But one should not be deceived by his corpulence; as the head of one of the five great families, he wouldn't be in this position if he didn't have real substance.

"Xiaoxiao, how much do you know about the Lu family?" Meng Ziyao turned her head, looking at Murong Xiaoxiao with a questioning gaze.

"Just be content! How many years has this array been maintained? And it’s backed by the sea, with a water-based system for replenishment. You really are a layman. Forget it, why am I even getting angry at you?" The Eastern Heavenly King truly did not want to speak to him anymore.