Volume 1, Chapter 47: Zhou Ling Submits

"Good." The dragon lord in black clothes patted the armrest of the dragon throne and exclaimed with joy. He had waited for this day for so long, and now it had finally arrived. From today onward, he would unify Dongting Lake, harness its fate, and secure the Dragon King's position once and for all, never again fearing a fall from divine grace.

It was the first time she had confided her painful secrets to anyone. She had never imagined that the person would be Xu Feng.

"Yes, boss, I understand. I will definitely seek more advice from Qiushan!" Qingdao Guangtian said through gritted teeth.

Xu Feng? She was momentarily stunned, bringing the phone to her ear, ready to listen to his secret plan, but the other end erupted with a deafening roar.

Upon hearing that he had one fewer than Guan Yu, Zhang Niujiao snorted and turned away, refusing to speak. Guan Yu, however, smiled brightly, clearly pleased.

"Later, the entire conscription army was mobilized. Almost everyone inside was wiped out before the chaos was quelled. The more they mobilized, the more their reputation spread. To honor them, their titles were announced," Tie Guai sighed.

Arriving outside Wuzhishan, the people were more numerous and experienced, all masters of dragon searching and feng shui divination, mostly Taoists and practitioners of the Eight Branches.

Cao Cao immediately ordered Yu Jin to execute Jia Xu’s strategy, allowing Deng Fang and Liu Yong to retreat.

The desolate expanse showed no signs of life, only fierce winds carrying dust howled across the vast, empty land stretching thousands of miles in silence.

"Me?" She was dumbfounded. "Weren’t you coming to save me? If I could get to you, why would I need saving?"

The man shot by Shen Mengyao wasn’t dead; the bullet hadn’t directly hit his heart, only temporarily incapacitating him.

As Tianqi spoke with the empress, the rain intensified. It began as a fine drizzle, then thickened into dense threads, finally merging into large drops that fell erratically, like the tears of a brokenhearted soul.

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On the other side, Jin Ling’ao’s face grew heavy upon hearing Nangong Linyi’s words. But at least... he could bring Yi back.

"Break his limbs and cast him out," Ji Wan said coldly. Killing her own son with her own hands would torment him for life.

"You summoned it, but can you support it?" Yu Sheng immediately opposed, unwilling to imagine the surrounding chaos as if an earthquake were constant.

"I am Zhang Yi, reporting to my lord." Before Dong Zhuo, Zhang Yi could not compare to Guo Jia and dared not respond to his teasing. He knelt obediently, his expression respectful yet tinged with nervousness as he greeted Dong Zhuo.

It was now October, and the imperial city’s nights were a bit chilly but bearable.

Upon entering the ward, Qian Mo’s eyes fixed directly on her as if he had been watching the door all along, waiting for her arrival.

Andy opened the door after hearing a sound, finding no one outside. This was expected; in the game, no one needed to open doors manually; remote operation sufficed.

The second shot went in again with a swoosh. The third ball followed, swoosh, scoring again. Every time Xu Feng took a shot, the fans held their breath. Everyone knew if he missed, he would be eliminated. Missing even once would mean no chance for redemption.

Full Moon smiled silently, watching Zhao Yu grin as well. Both tried to lift the corners of their mouths into knowing smiles, which sent a chill down Zhao Yu’s spine.

During halftime, as he charged into the attack, facing the Golden State Warriors’ towering defender, he bounced the ball off the backboard, caught it, and slammed a dunk, leaving the arena in stunned silence.

She thought to herself: Zhao Yu had visited every room, proving he was still mobile and unharmed. He should not be found in any of the rooms. But in this sealed chamber, where could he possibly escape to?

No matter how the assassins begged their leader for another chance, the masked chief never spoke another word. Only as he left did he leave behind a final remark.

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"Left." A cold voice suddenly whispered in Blue Bamboo Peak’s ear, startling him. Instinctively, he swung his sharp sword toward the left.

At this thought, Colonel Phillips felt a wave of nausea. He was old now; at his age, why must he still endure such trials?

However, once Mei Xuelian transformed into her human form, her power would reach an awe-inspiring level. So, Xuan Yalan deeply admired Mei Xuelian and believed every word she spoke.

The hall was already quiet. Although Huo Lingfeng’s voice was not loud, everyone present heard him clearly. His meaning was obvious: to pin all blame on Qin Tian’ao, explaining why the banquet was held at Lord Lian’s mansion and laying the groundwork for what was to come.

She looked around, tugged at the dragon robe Bai Mo Zilin had casually draped over her when they left, and pulled a dagger from her waist—a weapon she had obtained from Lan Xin at the inn for self-defense.

So this was the matter. Wasn’t it supposed to be negotiable? Why now had it changed to undergoing investigation?

Compared to so many mediocre beauties, Lin Wan was like a pure lotus emerging unstained from the mud, radiating a natural beauty and vibrant energy that could not be concealed.

Zheng Feifei blushed deeply, speechless. Thinking of her two awkward encounters with He Qi, her face flushed all the way down to her neck.