Chapter 38: Chen Ping Forced Offline

"After that, I began to mock and belittle her every day, saying her figure had gone to ruin and she was past her prime."

"Women, you know, they can't stand hearing things like that."

"It only made her more anxious and frantic! I know I'm a piece of trash, but so what?"

"She's over forty and hasn't left me with a single child—don't I have the right to say something?"

"If she doesn't have the slightest capacity to endure, what’s the point of her living anyway?"

"Besides, I am also..."

Feng Jingyi was well aware that their current relationship was mostly a performance. She figured that even if she acted improperly, Huo Qingyang wouldn't be angry and would certainly play along.

"That is Liangcheng up ahead." Yun Qing looked at the towering city in front of them. After more than half a month, they had returned.

The next day, Song Hai issued a summons to the Artifact Sect. The content was nothing more than Su Mu’s challenge to the entire sect.

"I know he cured your illness, but I advise you not to meddle in affairs that don't concern you. It's not worth it to throw our lives away for an Oriental!" Ex’s face darkened, his voice cold.

The God of Slaughter, in particular, felt his pupils dilate as he gazed at the giant sword; black flames flickered rapidly, revealing a hint of terror.

"You..." Although Lin Zhiran had been scolded mercilessly by Nanny Tai, upon closer reflection, it was true—if Lingyue had really done it, why would she go to the trouble of having someone brought out?

Before the ambassadors of Japan and South Korea could even approach the Chinese government, the martial artists and citizens of both countries took the initiative to stir up trouble.

Even if a Grandmaster holds a lofty status, they shouldn't be so unscrupulous in the Imperial Capital, right? Even if the martial arts community couldn't deal with a Grandmaster, the military certainly had ways. Otherwise, how could the state allow such people to exist?

At this moment, everything around was pitch black, with only the Wuji Palace retaining a faint glow due to a meager supply of energy.

"This concubine is Die Ling, and she is Xianyou. We were saved from Huayu Mountain by Tianlan," Die Ling explained.

It was based on these two points that Changye Weiyang made a series of arrangements, plotting to kill Zhang Cheng and the Night King.

The Buddha says: Sitting is Zen, walking is Zen; one flower is a world, one leaf is a Tathagata. When spring comes, the flowers bloom naturally; when autumn arrives, the leaves drift away. With infinite wisdom, the heart is at ease; in speech or silence, movement or stillness, the essence is natural.

Darkness is always frightening. No matter how bold a person is, they will panic in absolute darkness because it represents the unknown.

"I can't be this unlucky. How could I run into this damned thing here?" Upon hearing the sound, Fan Jiu nearly shrieked; one could tell his voice was filled with panic.

"I cannot agree to his request. I won't let the headquarters turn into a cesspool! This is my bottom line! No matter how sufficient the reasons are, it's a no." Wen Xin finally spoke, her stance remaining extremely firm.

"I understand. We shouldn't run into them for now, but those two must be eliminated!" A murderous glint appeared in Shui Tianlan’s eyes.

Beigong Yi knew that Xun Yi had sent everyone away to discuss the purchase of treasures with the two of them, so he left without a word.

Protected by the Hunyuan Qi, Li Bin could dive through the bone-chilling water of the Cold Water Pool unscathed. Following the general direction of the tunnel at the bottom of the pool that he had memorized, Li Bin forged ahead.

Protein began nagging again, but this time she couldn't drag Zhang Cheng along to listen to her in person; she could only find the room where Zhang Cheng was located in the YY channel and talk to him there.

Since the cause was lost, would he fail to fulfill his lifelong wish of dying a hero, only to perish under thousands of arrows instead?

This was a secret that could never be leaked from the Tianxuan Palace; it was a forbidden technique that only she knew how to use now.

So, the next day, Wang Xiu followed the visitors from the palace and went inside to pay her respects to the Empress Dowager.

Of course, we all know that our comrades within the system, beyond their salaries, benefits, and allowances at work, always have ways to obtain some "side income." This has already become an unspoken convention.