Chapter 69

Mother Mu was beautiful, dignified, and possessed an extraordinary, ethereal grace. Su Xin truly could not find words detailed enough to fully describe her image.

Right in the middle of the plate sat a flattened zongzi, topped with a heart-shaped fried egg, all surrounded by a haphazard circle of various dishes enclosing the zongzi. Naturally, this was Su Xin's masterpiece.

Hearing my words, Dachuan did not hesitate. He immediately tied up the Wildcat and led me and Ah Biao away.

Although the original host had grown up in hardship, her physical constitution was still decent, and she had never experienced menstrual cramps.

The instant that thought crossed her mind, with Duan Ran at the center, pitch-black lightning surged outward, splashing across the entire room.

This also resulted in an increasing number of players losing their combat capability. Wanting to resurrect and rejoin the battle yet unable to die, their current situation could only be described as extremely agonizing.

Wen Zhenjiang's words were very straightforward, especially when touching upon the romantic matters I least wanted to face, which took me completely by surprise.

A peerless genius might perhaps have a sliver of a chance to make a few hundred fierce beasts open their eyes, but such geniuses were exceedingly rare.

Chen Chen looked at her with even greater astonishment. "I really didn't expect you to have such a talent for learning. Do you know that among rural students, English is considered the most difficult subject?"

At such close range, Monk Baiji was caught completely off guard. A piercing pain shot through his skull, and his vision blurred with overlapping double images, leaving him dizzy and thoroughly uncomfortable.

After finishing the dishes, He Jingzhou came out of the kitchen and naturally took a seat on the sofa, gently pulling her close so she leaned against his chest.

Just as he had said before, trade was an extremely luxurious concept for the grassland tribes. The grasslands were vast with numerous scattered tribes; traveling thousands of miles for such meager pickings, risking getting lost and facing various dangers of being plundered, was simply not worth it. Central Plains merchants were rarely willing to undertake such thankless work.

At this moment, the opponent had not yet taken the Master of the Tongtian Cult seriously, as in his view, the Great Xia dynasty only had one Li Que who was difficult to deal with.

Whether intentional or not, he flipped through the pages very slowly. Even though many of the clauses were standard templates, he acted as if he were carefully examining every single word.

Yuan Shao and the others saw it clearly: accompanying this army were a large number of improvised siege ladders and cloud carts, evidently offensive equipment specifically manufactured by the Yellow Turbans during this period to target the low camp walls.

When He Jingzhou spoke, his tone carried deep pampering, and his eyes were filled with love and a soft gaze. Feeling a bit shy, Shen Fu averted her gaze.

In truth, He Jingzhou also wanted to help her divert her attention a little, considering how panicked Shen Fu had looked the previous night.

If Ye Xiaoyan disagreed, Qin Cheng would certainly never oppose her; Qin Cheng offered unconditional support to Ye Xiaoyan in every regard.

Madam Yu perceived my dilemma, her gaze sweeping past Lin Xinyue as if speaking to her while simultaneously issuing a warning to Yu Jingyan.

"Don't move, you'll go out in a moment." Holding a new towel, Xia Jinkui moved left whenever Xia Jinkui moved left, and moved right whenever Xia Jinkui moved right.

Even having read through ten thousand years of history, Lei Sheng lacked personal, lived experience and naturally could not comprehend the mindset of the people in this world.

Qing Xuan felt quite comfortable listening and therefore did not object, but by now several cups of tea's worth of time had passed. What on earth was wrong with Qingye? Had he fallen right in?

Xiang An, who had also practiced the Seven Mysteries Sword, knew that if Qiu Feng allowed Shen Cheng to execute all forty-six forms of the Seven Mysteries Sword he had mastered without missing a single one, the final three swords might not necessarily defeat Qiu Feng, but they would undoubtedly inflict heavy injuries.

Under the influence of the blood, the figures in the mural seemed to come alive, their exaggerated eyes staring intently at Kornelia standing in the center of the palace.

What he had never expected, however, was that a ritual to sacrifice to the river god was actually backed by the official authorities.

The arrogant man was slightly stunned, never expecting that a person before him who lacked the slightest aura of spiritual cultivation would dare to speak to him in such a manner.

Calculating the time, two full days had already passed, so that person should be nearly recovered by now.

Having forced herself to hold on until now, upon hearing Uncle Xu's words, Shen Cheng could no longer sustain herself. Her head tilted to the side, and she lost consciousness.

Suddenly, she felt a strange sensation within her body, followed by a gradual transformation of her spiritual roots. A faint, watery attribute aura emerged from nothingness upon the spiritual root.

Regarding Qin Mo's illness, although emotionally she had never abandoned hope, rationally she knew that this son would most likely not be saved in the end.

Tang Luo was Tang Yu's younger brother, whom Lu Haoting valued greatly. Therefore, she felt that regardless of whom Lu Haoting kept things from, he should never keep them from Tang Luo.

"General, Master Xi already instructed Junyi to take men there, and they brought plenty of silver and coin." The generals of the Tingbian Army were long accustomed to this routine of Xiao Yi's. After tallying the battle achievements, they came to the wounded camp to see the general, merely standing by to assist without anyone disturbing Xiao Yi's medical treatment.

Pity that fate varies for everyone. Just as the elixir of immortality was on the verge of being successfully refined, this awe-inspiring emperor—the first in history to unify the entire country—suddenly died. Subsequently, his empire shattered and fragmented in the blink of an eye, exactly as he had feared, and the whereabouts of the elixir of immortality were lost to the wind.

One could only say that this brand-new RNG lineup was like a fish in water when it came to fighting, and once they won a skirmish, they continuously forced the enemy into engagements, mindlessly accumulating advantages until they ground the opponents down to defeat.

A family like Old Master Tang's should maintain a low profile, yet the moment they returned, they immediately had dozens of luxury cars driven straight into the courtyard, completely indifferent to what others might think—unabashedly domineering and powerful.

"Mom, everyone knows your little scheme. Let me tell you, if your son makes something of himself in the future, I'll build a villa in the countryside so you can be as majestic as you want to be," Chen Guicun said with a cheeky smile, utterly confident that his future achievements would surpass his sister's.

Early the next morning, when Li Xintong woke up, she dazedly saw a familiar face right before her eyes, magnified to fill her field of vision.

The day before yesterday, when Chen Guifeng accidentally wandered into this area, it was broad daylight, yet even daytime had terrified her out of her wits. Now, in the deep of night, the desolate scenery around her made her skin crawl with goosebumps. The place was so utterly devoid of sound that only the occasional rustle of the wind stirred the air, sending her heart pounding wildly.

Though the Qian family had declined, there were still many talented individuals within the clan worthy of cultivation. However, Qian Yiguan, who had not returned to the family for a long time, had no idea what the current state of his clan was.