Volume 1, Chapter 68: Nannan is Wronged

When we were in the bathroom, Zhao Qi turned the faucet on and off twice. At that time, I felt something was already a bit off; looking back now, that must have been caused by the inconsistency in his movements right before and after he fell into the trap.

Countless dragon descendants watched this scene with utter shock, though quite a few others, like the green-robed elder and the blonde brawny man, merely shook their heads with deep misgivings.

Ye Xinlv considered herself a commoner of humble origins. While she wasn't the type who needed to check her bank balance before hailing a taxi, she was pretty close. Yet those people clearly lived high up in the clouds, with chauffeured luxury cars waiting outside and private jets ready for out-of-town trips.

Chasing after Zhang Junjie's retreating figure, Second Lieutenant Kameta emptied all eight rounds from his magazine. By the time the target vanished from his sight, he stopped with a pang of regret, ducked back behind a boulder, and pulled out a fresh magazine to reload.

It was just a pity that while the frenzied dark flames of the Wrath Flame Griffin King might possess far greater might than the Primordial Earth-Nether Fire, they were still insufficient to completely evolve the fourth-tier intangible solar fire.

By then, once the two identities of the Human Sovereign and the Heavenly Emperor merged into one, it would be equivalent to the resurrection of the ancient Eastern Emperor Taiyi or Emperor Jun.

Once the handouts to those in the audience were finished, a man walked up and handed the documents to Li Man. Li Man’s hands trembled as she took the papers, her heart turning utterly ice-cold.

Yet the Japanese invaders were merely an island nation; their population was finite, and the number of men of military age was also limited.

Even as an ancestor of a clan, scrubbing floors here was indeed disgraceful if word got out. However, considering he was scrubbing the floor for that exalted Highness, the red-haired youth instead felt a profound sense of honor.

Yet Qingcheng showed no movement whatsoever. Ye Xinlv felt that the corpse pill within her body was far too weak; even if she were to refine it, it would be of little use, so she temporarily dismissed the idea of refining her corpse pill and decided to wait and watch how things developed.

Xu Hui had remained silent the entire time, simply listening. She caught that subtle shift in the Emperor's tone.

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Zhentian Mountain and Hantian Gate were much more desolate than before. Over the past two months or so, the tripartite allied forces had repeatedly raided Chuling Mountain, attempting several times to capture Hantian Gate, but they had all been beaten back.

Qin Xiaotian flashed the blazing sword in his hand right before Wan Jiqiu's eyes. "Be sensible and lead me to the Immortal Elixir Chamber!" He then glanced toward the Immortal Venerable and added, "Master will accompany us as well. As for the rest, you can handle it yourself! However, as long as you cooperate with my work, I will never make things difficult for you."

That inherent dignity and proud backbone were simply not something someone like her, hardened by bloodshed, could ever accept.

"This matter is not his fault, Dowager Empress; please do not ask any further. I'd appreciate it if you could invite the Prince Regent here. If he wishes to break off the engagement, let him do so right now." By the end of her sentence, Song Yiyi's voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

Zhulong Mountain, the path is hard to tread; Zhulong Mountain, a tightness in the chest; on Zhulong Mountain lies Zhulong Valley; in Zhulong Valley dwells a Zhulong immortal; the Zhulong immortal is the Zhulong beast; the Zhulong beast bears the Zhulong fruit; the Zhulong fruit holds the Zhulong qi—those who attain it shall live forever and never grow old.

Yin Rongyu gripped Yu Youjia's phone as if searching for a breakthrough, trying to look at anything or think of anything to pass the time, which was still far better than sitting stupidly and waiting for death.

Zhao Fuxin handed Ouyang Feng over to the guards for care. Ouyang Feng was already unconscious, with fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the exquisite pearwood sword case in his hand, he was truly reluctant to part with it, and not just because this sword was tied to his life.

In Kucha, the seat of the Anxi Protectorate, Guo Xiaoke lay bedridden. He had truly suffered a severe blow to his vitality.

The Zhulong fruit looked like the most ordinary, simple fruit imaginable, somewhat resembling a pitaya, yet it was not a pitaya at all. Furthermore, it was hard as rock and did not emit the slightest trace of miraculous light or supernatural phenomena.

Ming Lie's aura was unfamiliar yet clean, lingering intensely between her lips. A sense of deep despair washed over Qiao Wei—why did it have to be the very last person she would ever expect, treating her in the very last way she could ever imagine?

Leng Shaoting's gaze finally shifted away from Tong Ruo, yet his hand remained tightly entwined with hers, gripping her so firmly as if he feared she might run away the moment she saw Jin Siwei.

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Naturally, this alarmed the lurking giant leviathans, who opened their bloodied maws and swarmed forward. Yet before they could even draw close to him, chilling, piercingly sharp tearing sounds echoed through the air, followed immediately by miserable, echoing shrieks.

"What is your purpose in saying all this?" Meng Yanxi was a rational man; he understood very well the underlying intent behind Tang Ning's words.

"It's actually the legendary Goddess of the Luo River!" Upon hearing the surrounding discussion, Nangong Bubai's eyes lit up with a voracious glow, resembling a starving, unselective fierce beast.

In youth, one tends to be completely nonchalant about people and matters, self-righteously believing in holding on and letting go with ease—thinking that even if someone was missed, it was merely passing each other by in the vast rivers and lakes of the world, to be forgotten in time. Only when one truly understands that such a passing by means an eternal loss, never to return, does the bitter regret come far too late.

Fearing some unexpected mishap, Tong Ruo had kept her phone in her pants pocket. Without a second thought, she reached her hand inside. Fortunately, the very last call she had made was to Gu Tao; all she had to do was press the call button to dial out.

If one day Jun Luohe needed her to do something, she would naturally go all out without a second thought and offer her full support. But if Jun Luohe had no need for her assistance, she would not feel that she owed him anything—just as no younger sister would ever feel indebted to her older brother simply because he treated her well.

The neighbors gossiped with baffled confusion: how did Jianjian's father, who had always been so terrified of his wife, suddenly dare to utter such a bold declaration?

Obeying Feng Lingxue's command, Hua Lianchan launched a fierce counterattack against the Wolf-Rat King, driving it back several paces before swiftly retreating to her side.