Volume 1, Chapter 67: Would Chen Haodong Still Want You?

Jiang Weiyue waited for a long time, but Song Chuanhe made no move.

Opening her eyes with a bit of confusion, she found Song Chuanhe staring at her with bloodshot eyes.

Based on her understanding of this scumbag during this period, Jiang Weiyue knew clearly that this was the precursor to his volcanic wrath.

The Kyogoku clan might have lacked money in the past, but with the development of the castle town and the plundering done by Kyogoku Takamasa in Ise, they certainly lacked nothing now.

Baili Xue smiled without a word. Princess Qingping woke up on the third day, during which Qin Shizhen kept watch for three whole days without sleeping or resting. His deep affection for Princess Qingping was witnessed by everyone in the Xun family.

Wang Ming cast a retrospective glance, with the lingering fear of survival, down the distant long street where countless commoners were still gathered.

With Qin Baiyu's first chess piece falling, this game of go, bearing the hope of whether Quancang could successfully rescue Huang Wuyu, officially began.

This was not Takeda Nobuhiro boasting; the food reserves within Tonoze Castle alone were enough to sustain the military forces of both the Kyogoku and Takeda clans for three months.

She rarely acted so spoiled in front of her father. She always felt that her father seemed distant and indifferent toward her. Although he treated her quite well, she always sensed something was different.

Ma Shun laughed heartily. "Prefecture Assistant, you have no idea how precious the silver ornaments crafted by our Moling Artisan Workshop are. Even throughout our Jiangdong, it is considered a great honor to receive a silver ornament bestowed by the King of Wu. Yet the King of Wu has commanded me to bring you a chest of these silver ornaments. If placed on the open market, they would be worth at least this much." Ma Shun raised one of his palms toward her.

"Um, is it really that easy for you guys to switch to large-caliber guns and raise the gun shields?" Erisa pointed at several tanks that had undergone obvious modifications.

It was not that she was unconcerned about Zheng'er, but rather that for certain things, she disliked knowingly doing the impossible.

Ye Cang asked calmly. When the martial experts of the sect arrived at the school, he immediately thought of the Original Sin hidden beneath it.

Wuisheng, who had been shot in the leg, sat up with the support of a pillar, his eyes fixed dead on Watanabe not far away.

However, because of this massive upheaval, the members of the Chen family in the compound were all still awake. Gathered in the main hall, they chattered noisily among themselves, and even triumphant laughter occasionally drifted out.

"Dad, why are you asking this?" Yang Silin froze instantly, then became extremely embarrassed, hugging a throw pillow as she stared at the television.

Shen Shushu covered her ears, pacing back and forth in the room in a panic. Should she open this door, or should she not?

Who takes in disciples from the outside world by accepting someone whose strength far surpasses their own as a pupil?

However, this pain was only fleeting. He gradually lost all consciousness, his hurtling form plummeting downwards from mid-air and splitting into two halves.

"Since Grandfather doesn't want to speak of it, then we won't speak of it." She had no time to keep entangling herself in the matter anyway.

On the day of his ascension, Chu Wanjun learned a great deal about the internal and external conditions of the Demonic Cult, especially regarding those factions that had besieged and killed the late emperor.

The young man was dressed in a black robe, with double pupils in his eyes, and a chaos-colored grey pattern imprinted between his brows. His figure stood rock-solid in the fore, hands clasped behind his back, resembling a vast, towering peak pressing down horizontally. His expression carried a natural majesty, and his gaze was filled with an indescribable profundity, as though he had lived through a sea of corpses and mountains of blood, making one dare not meet his eyes.

The players had been wary of Emperor Wu for a long time; even the newly joined rookie novices knew he was the kind of person in the game who must never be provoked, and their hearts immediately shrank by three parts.

Dong Sufen looked at Tangyuan, and after a long time, she slowly shook her choice: "You're lying to me again. My Miaomiao is only this big." As she spoke, she gestured with her hands to indicate a short length.

"This son will obey His Majesty's will." The Fourth Prince was respectful and submissive. Aside from speaking more clearly than usual, he looked no different from before.

Xia Xia raised her head to look at the sky. At this moment, she realized that the dark clouds shrouding her head for some time had vanished. The sky was clear and bright, perhaps because Han Lengyan and the others had spirit in heaven and saw that she could finally take revenge.