Chapter 63: Fu Jinyan, Your Heart Is in Turmoil

"My Lord?" Qin Chao walked up to Shangguan Yuntian and called out in a low voice. Shangguan Yuntian glanced at the people in the cells and whispered into Qin Chao's ear.

At this thought, Zhuo Zizheng dashed back to his room like a frightened bird, locked the door from the inside, and attempted to escape through the window.

Looking at Mu Ziyun, everyone thought to themselves: It would be even better if she were completely spoiled, because then they would have a reason to reprimand the Marquis's Estate, wouldn't they?

"If I could receive silver without doing any work and spend every day accompanying you, wouldn't that be even happier?" said Xi Zhongyao.

This topic was truly heartbreaking; indeed, she intended never to return, for she lacked the courage to live under the leering and judgmental gazes of others.

Hou Shihang naturally praised Yan Yiqian of her own accord. Yan Yiqian was pleased, and naturally, the others should have chimed in to agree with her. Yet, aside from pleasing Yan Yiqian, the looks the others cast her seemed to say: As expected, you are still far too naive.

The next second, cheers abruptly erupted. A look of pleasant surprise flashed across the eyes of the Green Monster clan, and they immediately stepped forward in an orderly fashion to begin harvesting the spoils of war.

Xiao Ling was Mofeng's only rival, so while Xiao Ling was contending for medicinal herbs, Mofeng deliberately observed what herbs Xiao Ling took, only to find himself completely unable to fathom him.

The four words "not even a whole corpse left" caused the bodies of those black-clad assassins to tremble involuntarily. Though they were assassins, who could say that assassins did not value their lives?

Ding Zhan never expected that this escape of his would provoke such a colossal disaster, plunging the Barren Mainland into turmoil and panic, and summoning twelve ancient barren fierce beasts even more terrifying than divine beasts.

He slightly gathered his focus, casting aside those complex and somewhat melancholic emotions. Then, regaining his composure, he quickly buried those lingering thoughts and devoted himself wholeheartedly to meditation with that state of mind.

"Swish!" An intensely scorching wave of air swept outward. Vast swathes of trees snapped instantly, turning to charcoal mid-air, and the forest within a radius of three kilometers was transformed into a sea of fire in the blink of an eye.

At present, the Japanese troops had already lost their nerve before the Ming army. Both invasions of Korea had ended in crushing defeats, with fewer than half returning home. The elite troops forged during the Warring States period had suffered severe losses, and the domestic situation was thoroughly withered. Coupled with Toyotomi Hideyoshi's death, the rule of the Toyotomi family was facing a serious crisis.

Soon after, the purplish-gray hue spread almost across the entirety of顾南升's body, and now every breath he exhaled produced tiny ice shards.

Ding Zhan was also stunned, never expecting to be expelled from the sect by his master. Naturally, he did not want to accept the punishment or leave the Purple Micro Jade Palace, but when he looked up at the Palace Master and master, her expression was resolute and unyielding.

"Wuwuwu..." The next second, Kushina turned around and buried herself in Minato's arms, holding him tightly as she sobbed.

"The Hyuga clan is truly vulnerable to a single blow." Kaguya Yūsuke casually tossed the corpse of the Hyuga ninja onto the ground and spoke indifferently, his tone dripping with extreme contempt.

More than a hundred undead creatures turned red in the body, their movement speed and attack power soaring instantly as they bared their fangs and lunged toward Black Wing.

Guy blocked and snatched the ball from Durant, an action that clearly left everyone bewildered as to what had just happened. For a player with Durant's height and wingspan, let alone a snatched block, even executing a normal block against him was exceptionally difficult.

Normally, letting him go by the roadside would be fine, but this time it was Zhao Long's uncle, Qiu Yongzhi, who had given advance instructions that Zhao Long must be brought back to the police station to go through the proper procedures.

The vengeful spirit had already boarded the bus, but the doors had not yet closed. Outside was Dachang City, which theoretically made this the best possible stop to get off.

After all, once one encountered a street king-tier player of Amiens's caliber, suppressing him was extremely difficult. Especially since he was exceptionally skilled in the jungle role, the only way to target him specifically was if Muxing himself played the jungle position—the very reason they lost the match this morning was because they ran into Amiens.

Items that could not be obtained within the Tower of Frightening Demons could be purchased at the department store using the underworld currency acquired inside the tower.

"Genius figures rarely live long; this world does not need geniuses!" The middle-aged man grew fiercer with every exchange, his five elemental soul powers surging and robust, showing no signs of strain or exhaustion.

The moment Fiora swung her sword, Olaf's axe also landed on her, dropping her health bar to under five hundred, while Olaf remained at nearly full health.

Bai Ling could only respond with a helpless sigh. Well, forget it, let's just play along for now. After all, even with a strange class like "The Kidnapped Princess," the level cap was still 50.

Casting him a reproachful glare, Feng Wu did not reply. Ye Xiang smiled and pulled her into his arms, the two of them quietly leaning against each other without a word.

Perhaps that expressionless young boy did not yet know that the seemingly untouchable world of professional basketball had already begun actively drawing closer to him.

Before Jin Chengye, he acted like the patriarch, but in front of the elders of the clan, he truly was a grandson—a literal grandson.

Nowadays, the only person who still called Ziwei "Little Cat" besides his grandmother at home was Lu Ziqian, and Lu Ziqian only blurted out such an affectionate nickname when he was exceptionally serious or emotionally out of control.

"We'll be in touch then!" Chen Cao finished speaking and hung up the phone. Lu Tianmou possessed meticulous observation skills; he had already noticed that the hand Chen Cao used to hold his phone was trembling slightly. The ability of the Eight-Foot Piercing Intestines had caused him far too much shock, leaving him unable to build up immunity to it even now.