Thirty-eight

Wen Qian was stunned by He Nainai's words. She had expected He Nainai to be arrogant and triumphant, using what she perceived as leverage to blackmail her, but she never imagined He Nainai would say something like that.

Wang Jiao summoned Qian Jun, whispered a few words into his ear, and then retrieved two medicine bottles from her pack to hand to him.

"Qianru, are you alright?" Chang Youli's mother was surnamed Xu, with the full name Xu Qianru. She and Chang Youli's father shared a very loving relationship.

Once the crimson flames erupted, the surrounding ice crystals instantly sublimated and vanished. The temperature in the vicinity not only returned to its previous level in an instant but became even hotter.

The matter was meant to end there, but when Shen Mengjun received the news, she was filled with such intense fury that she could no longer be bothered to keep her identity hidden and rushed over in haste.

What is a supernatural ability? In truth, it is a spell, but the only difference between it and a standard spell lies in the casting time and the magnitude of its power.

Yang Jian was no mortal; he naturally understood what a Sage represented to cultivators like them.

Fortunately, the people he was familiar with remained unchanged; otherwise, Chang Youli would have suspected he had been reborn in the wrong place.

Nan Fan, who had just stepped into the corridor, looked up and happened to see Qian Jiao peeking half of her body out from the doorway.

It was evident that in these short three seconds or so, the snow monster's body was already covered in numerous wounds.

As for the original owner of this life, she knew absolutely nothing about her surroundings, not even where the factories were located. How could she possibly go and negotiate with others?

Looking at the young man emerging from the woods, he was about the same age as them, yet they felt as though they were looking up at a towering mountain.

The fragmented melodies he had recorded while attempting to compose earlier now seemed to transform into elfin musical notes, dancing in his mind and coalescing into a complete melody.

No sooner had Grandma Zhang returned to Zhang Li's uncle's house than Zhang Li's aunt arrived by car.

The Mu family had originally intended to adopt a child, so upon seeing Mu Linlang abandoned at their doorstep, they naturally took her in.

Just a moment ago, the thought of the two of them reconciling had surfaced, and it refused to go away; she found it difficult not to dwell on it.

Looking into Sheng Siyan's dark, crystalline phoenix eyes, Zhou Huaixuan could not help but lower his head to kiss her gaze.

The Alliance had been incredibly lively these past few days; there was almost a spectacle unfolding every single day.

In truth, what the Princess wanted to ask most was which young lady had been given that hair ornament, how old she was, and what she looked like.

He slowly walked up from behind and embraced her as if no one else were around, his very words seeming to carry a delicate, lingering hook.

"You bastard, are you doing this on purpose?" Qian Buhuan roared once again, yet her body showed no intention of moving at all.

"Of course we're familiar with him. It's normal that he didn't mention it; he probably doesn't want to see us. We failed him back then," Shang Ren raised his head and said with a melancholy expression.

The other young man following Zhao Tianlai finally played his part. He was there to act as a lookout. Sitting in the nearly wrecked BMW, Chen Feng stared ahead with a calm expression, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Lin Qingruan was so anxious she burst into tears; how could one be so reckless when a life was in danger? Later, it was Huang Rong who pulled strings to get a folding bed squeezed into the municipal hospital.

Su Yushan had heard that Zhang Qiang's discount promotion over the past two days was a massive hit, and she couldn't help but worry about Chen Feng. Chen Feng hadn't come to the shop today, which meant he had no money to earn. Thus, she went to tell him the news.

Ning Fuchen arrived at Mutefu's home. After the last incident, Mutefu had completely stepped away from all military and political affairs; this time, he had truly retired to live out his days in peace.

Now, Lu Tianyuan had been suppressed for three years, and Chen Qing had proposed this idea at the perfect moment. Although Xuan Feng said it wasn't a good idea, his inner will was actually very expectant.

Hearing his elder brother say this, and seeing his calm gaze, Da Huang understood that his only pillar of support now was his brother.

Xiao Yan glanced sideways at the pear tree in the courtyard, which had been battered by the rain, and felt an inexplicable sense of irritation that he could not suppress no matter how hard he tried.

Li Rizhi planned to ask Xu Jingzong later. He had Cheng Zizai take Ayuna out and brought Shi Wuche inside.

Zheng Chenheng's face was dark; it was only natural for him to be angry. Snatching someone away from his hands was a provocation, and the fact that the person was successfully rescued was a challenge to his authority.

Sometimes, noble families and clans competed on nothing more than their willpower; whoever had the stronger will could rank higher.

When Kun Peng arrived, Xiong's sixty-thousand-strong force had only twenty thousand left; now, with only three thousand remaining, the situation was truly tragic.

The disciples of the Liu family became the targets of public criticism. At first, some tried to offer a few words of defense, but the more they argued, the angrier the crowd became. Eventually, the disciples dared not make a sound.

"If you're fine, why aren't you over here kowtowing to the Bodhisattva?" Madam Chen said, straightening her back, pressing her palms together, and moving her lips in silent prayer.

Strictly speaking, the relationship between the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches was indeed very close. Pangu's primordial spirit shattered and the three remaining parts became the Three Pure Ones, while the essence blood in his body condensed into twelve clusters to form the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the remnants of his bloodline became the Wu tribe. Since they all originated from the same source, they were naturally considered one family.

"Let's go down and test it out. Danger and reward always coexist, and given our numbers, nothing should go wrong!" Without waiting for the others to answer, he commanded the Peng bird to descend toward the depths below.

The Hongmeng Guidance truly pointed toward the depths of this dangerous place. It was unclear why the madman had come here, but Jiang Xiao had no concerns about arriving at this destination. With a smile and a wave of his hand, he enveloped the two of them and charged into the barren mountains.

Xi Chen turned his head, his eyes flickering with adoration as he looked at him tenderly. Zheng Chenheng chuckled at his calm and pure appearance, reached out to tap him lightly on the nose, pulled his hand over, and pressed a kiss to his palm.

Immediately, the guard in front of the Bixia Gate felt this person was highly suspicious and stepped forward to intercept him.

Fierce beasts began to ravage the land, and demons, monsters, and ghosts from across the world appeared one after another. Monsters invaded the human realm, causing suffering to all living things.

Always sitting on a coffin lid and living off past glory—no wonder human development over several millennia hadn't created as much value as the steam revolution of later generations.

"This humble official is terrified, this official is dull-witted, and hopes for Your Majesty's clarification," Wen said, smiling awkwardly at Zhao Lao'er.