Chapter 46

Kill! Dong Ping also led his eight hundred cavalrymen charging into the Liao army's much weaker right wing.

Those noseless fellows became entirely well-behaved after receiving a severe thrashing from Shi Tuntian and his companions, and then proceeded to lead them toward their masters.

"I won't go. You have already ascended the throne and proclaimed yourself emperor here, and yet we still go to find her—what would she make of that?" Mu Zhen refused quite resolutely.

Yang Yi glanced at Fairy Yuntang. That icy countenance appeared exceptionally beautiful under the moonlight, leaving him momentarily dazed. Yang Yi recalled the time they first met, by the shores of Lotus Lake in the imperial capital, also amidst a hazy moonlight.

Upon returning to the dwelling place of the Guardian clan, Di Feiqiong eagerly ran off to inquire about the situation with the Third Elder, who was currently in charge of clan affairs.

"No, no, no, no." The Northern Moon Demonic Snake shook his head like a rattle-drum. Just a single glance at that sword earlier had made him feel as though his soul was about to be sucked right in. If he were to experience the killing intent of that sword again, his fragile soul would surely shatter under the strain.

"No need. You still have your studies to attend to, and learning is paramount. There are nurses and doctors at the hospital, and they will take care of me," Teacher Luo smiled and declined politely.

As soon as those words fell, Linglong released her control over the boundless power within Ji Hao's body, handing the initiative directly over to him.

On the other side, Chen Shihanh wore a gloomy expression, her shifting gaze lingering uncertainly between the transport boat and General Mei Yao, while everyone around them had their hearts in their mouths. They had no idea what ultimate choice this Admiral Chen Shihanh would make.

At this moment, Ji Hao thrust a Tianwu Jade Token into Zhang Xiaofan's hands, and then taught him how to bind it with his blood.

After the two of them tidied up, they went to take pictures first. Although the process of obtaining their marriage certificate was very simple and did not require attaching photos, they still wanted to keep a memento.

Li Xiuzhu stared at him for a long time, but ultimately did not continue to suspect him, nor did she pursue the topic any further.

In the early days of the Eastern Lin's founding, the Grand Ancestor, out of affection for his younger brother, enfeoffed him as the Prince of Qi, and decreed that the descendants of the Prince of Qi would inherit the title for all eternity.

Shortly after she went out, Xiao Yixuan returned. Sensing the markedly increased presence within the house, he went upstairs expressionlessly, simply packed some of his frequently used and important belongings, and then left the villa.

His life, then, came to an end on this day. Back then, Qin Ruyan had promised him that she would let him live to see the birth of his grandchild. Now, that promise had been fulfilled.

Ever since he became a Martial God, Zhang Heng was the first person arrogant enough to act so audaciously before him. When he issued a challenge across the air previously, he had expected to awe Zhang Heng, leaving him filled with anxiety and even compelling him to come make a personal apology.

"Rest assured, once you return home, you will see that the internet is flooded with this news," the other person said.

Hearing this, An Ru smiled. Looking at Gu Sinan, she felt deeply moved. She hadn't wanted to return to the capital, yet here she was now—was this all for Chen'er's sake?

Jun Qingye stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze cold as he looked out the window, turning around only when he heard footsteps approaching from behind.

The trajectory of the scimitar in the air suddenly shifted, bypassing the arm and directly severing Ultimate Roar's head.

Wu Zizhuo seemed to have returned to the time when they had first met, back when he used almost despicable means to trap Yunyun by his side.

Fu Jingyan downed glass after fiery glass of alcohol, having long lost count of how many times he had come here to drown his sorrows in drink.

The two exchanged glances, simultaneously recalling Dowager Empress Jiayi's remark that she did not wish to see any more princesses of Dayong sent away for a peace-making marriage.

Was this matter over? Of course not. Kerry had been killed by Angus, but he could not directly commit murder on the martial arts arena. After all, it was a grand gathering, and intentionally causing someone's death was strictly forbidden; even if accidental, it would result in disqualification from the competition.

Qion knew that once this matter was reported and the judicial system intervened, substantiating the report, the consequences would be more than he could bear.

As Su Mianmian wondered in puzzlement whether she knew him, a pair of large hands wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her body directly against his robust chest.

Feeling Wu Zizhuo's lips kiss her, she responded passionately to him, following his lead as she danced step by step along with his lips and tongue. Their tongues playfully danced and dodged between their teeth and lips, pouring all their love into this intimate contact.

"You also said he is my child—how can you bear to have a mother and son separated? Having him recognize Consort Lin as his mother, where does that leave me, his birth mother?" Consort Ning pleaded, tugging at his sleeve.

"But Weiyue cannot live without me. For the sake of her health, please do not so easily dismiss me, Uncle," Huo Shaozhen said, his tone full of humility. He knew Lin Zhengnan was not someone easily fooled, but if he wanted to see Lin Weiyue again, he first had to pass the test of her father, so he had no choice but to lower his pride over and over again.

After all the rituals were completed, I asked Luo Sanshui about the harvest of his trip to Lingnan. Luo Sanshui frowned and said that while he had finished the job, the Divine Machine Taoist Master was nowhere to be found, and not a single person had even heard of him.

Ling Yuan knew there must be some agreement between them; this drama had to continue shooting and could not be destroyed by public opinion.

Zhuang Xun cast an inquiring look, while Top Scholar Lu Jiuzhen wore an equally perplexed expression. Could this matter be related to his teacher?

She picked up the bamboo flute, her face filled with curiosity, looking at it from left to right. She placed her mouth against the large hole and blew into it several times, yet the sound produced was far from pleasant.