Volume 1, Chapter 45: It Is Better to Open the Coffin and Verify

Leaving the courtyard, Jiang Yan had no desire to return nor did she wish to see Jiang Chen, so she simply wandered at random within the Prefect's Mansion. As she walked, she suddenly realized she seemed to have forgotten the way back.

"Besides, I rarely leave my room, so after a long time, they probably forgot what I look like," he added, thinking of this.

"One takes responsibility for one's own deeds; I won't drag the innocent down," Zhao Cheng smiled, answering all the puzzled advertisers.

The members of the public service firefighting team sat in the teachers' dormitory feeling bored. Figuring they had nothing better to do, they simply went downstairs to watch the filming.

"He sells it so much cheaper than others, and northern rice is simply impossible to buy elsewhere," Jian Xinlan put her hand beside her mouth, trying to look as though she were afraid of being overheard.

"That greasy, fat pig He Jin has really gone too far lately!" a white-faced eunuch slammed the table in anger.

Just as the PD was marveling at how such a monstrous youth like Zhao Cheng could have been nurtured, the novice couple had already walked over to the dolls and completed their first photograph together.

Guo Jia recounted his bumpy and precarious circumstances without the slightest bit of affectation or begging for pity, speaking as if he were narrating someone else's story.

Father Zhao and Mother Zhao rushed off to the suburbs early in the morning to see the opening of the food street, leaving Zhao Cheng at home to sleep in.

A slash of black and red brilliance erupted, instantly piercing the meteor and cutting it into countless fine powders. Amidst a resounding explosion, residual dots of energy floated like crystal-clear candlelight, simultaneously revealing the White Phoenix at the deepest core.

An ordinary person seeing such a supreme treasure would undoubtedly have their heart racing, and even peak Void Realm experts would be moved upon witnessing the artifact spirit of a supreme Dao weapon, yet Yuyang Lin completely ignored Youyou.

Unawares, Liu An had already walked up to the city gate, but this gate was unlike any other city gate he had ever seen—it actually had an extraordinarily long queue waiting to enter.

By this time, the man on the ground had already realized something was amiss. If he still retained a shred of his former bravado when Liu Gan went to the military camp, at this moment his heart was bubbling with fear, accompanied by a reckless, devil-may-care feeling of a dead pig not fearing boiling water.

The attempts to intercept and kill Qin Xiao and Yun Meijun were entirely his own ideas, kept completely from his old man. If he stirred up trouble and ruined the Heavenly Dragon Gang, wouldn't his old man be angered to death?

Ye Zhibin suddenly burst into laughter looking up at the sky, laughing until tears streamed down his face. Yet even as he laughed, blood began to ooze from all seven orifices of Fu Luo, whose aura grew weaker and weaker. Despite this, Fu Luo still stared fixedly at Ye Zhibin, even though his eyes were already clouded with pus and blood, rendering him theoretically incapable of seeing anyone at all.

Meanwhile, Lan Suxin, shrouded in gloomy and malevolent Qi, had somehow stripped off her snowy white garments to reveal her flawless, alabaster physique, shamelessly entwined around Yuyang Lin's waist.

Therefore, upon hearing Han Zhifu's command, Wan Chunduan hurried over to the Mountain Lake Residence without a moment's rest, not daring to show the slightest negligence.

In Luohuang Town, going to the third-rate Yin family to demand a person—according to common sense, how could it possibly take this long?

Qin Xiao stroked the mirror, still lingering in fear. His spiritual consciousness had been violently stimulated, causing agonizing pain that took quite a while to subside.

Grand Tutor Zhao slammed his palm onto the tea table, causing the teacup to rattle high into the air and splashing tea all over the surface.

If there were a Beihai Fleet, it could use the vast coastline of Liaodong to wantonly harass the Jin State, and once the military situation turned unfavorable, it could also swiftly withdraw via the sea route.

"Alright, find a servant to take good care of this rabbit; the horse race will start soon," Nangong Jingchen glanced into the distance, noticing that the people around had already gathered together, clearly about to begin the equestrian competition, and their Emperor had already donned his riding attire and mounted his horse.

"I'm not too clear about that; you'll have to investigate yourselves. I only heard about it from others," the burly man said.

You Sisi trembled all over in fright and hastily reached out to block it, but she simply could not catch up with the speed of the golden light.

After the old man finished speaking, the master of the Vermilion Bird Tower left along with his entourage. At this point, the clansmen of the Black Tortoise Tower's master were the happiest.

Chu He went all the way up to the fifteenth floor. At the corner between the fifteenth and sixteenth floors, two people were locked in a fierce struggle.

"Lü Zhongshan, don't be impulsive!" Du Lin shouted sternly from the doorway, because he had already seen the sharp knife clutched in the hand Lü Zhongshan was holding behind his back.

It wasn't that he had never drank beer before, but in the past, he always drank it in bars, and the beers were high-end, premium imports like Bitburger or Corona. Young Master Mo had never tasted cheap, locally produced green-bottle mass-market beer like this Zhonghu brew before.

A thought flickered through Du Lin's mind, and he turned into the emergency stairwell beside the elevator lobby. Just as Du Lin expected, the stairwells in every office building served as smoking areas; on the windowsill of the stairwell sat a large coffee can improvised as an ashtray, accompanied by a lighter someone had left behind.

After hearing these words from Gu Qingshang, the Emperor also felt immensely reassured. After all, the Emperor cherished Gu Qingshang deeply and feared she might suffer any further mishap, so he continuously offered her soothing words.

"You are quite good! But you are still no match for me! Cutting Across the Sea of沧海!" Xia Di once again revealed a look of surprise; he could no longer remember how long it had been since someone of the same cultivation rank managed to block a single blade of his.

On December 9, 1703, General Dali led this brand-new 7th Division to the gates of his hometown, Tagavi.