Stop nagging

The young man in the black robe looked even more complacent at these words, and said, "This fellow's physical body is not bad at all, quite enough for me to raise another true evil ghost."

Wang Shichong's expression also changed. He knew very well that the man before him possessed formidable martial prowess, which was why he acted with such bold confidence. A bad premonition arose in his heart; this young man capable of lifting a stout-built adult with his bare hands not only had extraordinary martial skills, but his background must also be far from simple.

"My people? Absolutely not." Smeety had no idea what Rusty was talking about; during this period, he hadn't paid any attention to gathering intelligence at all.

He had a primal instinct warning him of the missionary's ill intentions. He wanted to run, but found himself unable to move, and then he was caught. After that needle was injected, it seemed as though he lost all consciousness.

Fourteen months later, she gave birth to a son, who remarkably looked exactly like the person depicted in the painting. However, the mother of the filial Emperor Ku passed away at this very time. Emperor Ku wept so bitterly over his mother's death that he became a human being of tears, and subsequently observed a three-year period of mourning for her, completely unable to attend to matters concerning Qing Du and his son.

Ge Yueying glanced at the sundial in the courtyard, put down the work in her hands, and called out to Ye Qing and Zhang Shaoning to carry a cloth-covered large chest out from the back room, walking all the way to a riverbank beside Immortal Venerable Town before putting it down.

At this moment, the vortex suddenly grew still, halting its rotation entirely! It could no longer be called a vortex; right from its center, a pitch-black void ripped open, slowly expanding! Within the span of a few breaths, the entire area previously occupied by the vortex had completely transformed into a hollow, black abyss.

Hearing this, Xu Tian sneered and said, "Talk is cheap—you want an arm or a leg of mine? If you've got the ability, come and take it yourself."

"Let her go! What do you think you're doing? Are you looking for a beating?" Zhang Xu stepped forward, grabbed Bian's lapels, and said sternly. Zhang Xu had never felt such intense anger as he did right now.

Mo Sheng had woken up very early. She felt a slight discomfort in her abdomen, and her appetite had also declined recently. She wasn't as ruthless as she used to be either; she had no idea what had caused her to change into this state.

Suddenly, just as the members of the Liu family were stunned in place, Liu Chen, the young master of the Liu family, suddenly came running in from outside the estate.

Watching Xiong Wu, who no longer paid any attention to him, Wang Mang nodded, lowered his head once more to gaze down at the mountain below, and then closed his eyes as well, beginning to cultivate.

Mo Sheng must have had her reasons for concealing her identity for so many years. If it posed a threat to her life, being discovered would be tantamount to digging her own grave; even if she had nine lives, they wouldn't suffice against the immense power of the Bo family.

After inspecting the cultivation progress of the members of the Ah clan and finding no abnormalities, he headed straight for the medicinal garden.

Lin An'an's tone was already far from friendly, yet Huo Ansen did not show a shred of temper, simply following her out in that manner.

However, thinking of the "inescapable net" he had already set up outside the residence in this brief moment, he felt slightly more at ease.

There were hundreds of dead corpses, growling in low voices, roaring and charging to kill in the direction of Duan Mo and Taoist Lingshan.

At this time, the phone in Han Dong's trouser pocket rang once again. It was the notification sound from the Romance Codex, but Han Dong, currently driving, had no time to spare to look at it.

Zhao Yunting closed her eyes to compose her emotions, propping up her increasingly heavy head with one hand, and asked wearily, "If the Wise Prince has something to say, speak quickly. I truly am exhausted and need to rest."

Azase does not believe that Sang Ruo can return, but seeing Sang Ruo act this way, he knew that without trying, Sang Ruo would certainly not give up.

Having spent so many years together, Zhuge Qing and Zhuge Long were well aware of each other's methods and tactics.

Looking at Qin Kaifeng's retreating back, "President Gao" felt somewhat plagued by a headache; he disliked the feeling of losing control, yet this old and cunning fox clearly possessed far superior craftiness and depth compared to himself.

During this period, so many things had happened. He had also transitioned from a mortal to a foundation-establishment cultivator through an immortal affinity. In a sense, all of this was still somewhat causally linked to Li Xueqi.

Of course, I also saw the protagonist of the story, Dr. Chen, looking like a hero in the end.

Wherever he went, he received hyper-standard receptions, enjoying the utmost comfort in life and the supreme glory of being the center of attention. The genuine admiration and envy in the eyes of those around him pushed his mood to the absolute peak of a sense of bliss.

Not only that, but Wen Qingyan's father, mother, and eldest brother had all died at the hands of Xi Ruoyan; how could he possibly fall in love with the enemy who exterminated his clan?

This difficult hurdle was both very easy and very difficult to resolve. It was Qiu Si who had waved her hand to help Qiu Jing solve this predicament. Confined within the inner courtyards, no matter how talented Qiu Jing was, she ultimately lacked the power to resist her own father. To say that Qiu Jing was not grateful to Qiu Si would be impossible.

When the atmosphere reached a point of utmost oppression, a distant and vigorous ancient beastly roar echoed from the sky, followed by a dazzling cyan-blue radiance like a frost-wrought sword holding up the heavens, tearing through the heavy gloom. An ancient giant dragon churned amidst the clouds, transforming into a solitary, translucent divine shadow. With a wave of his hand, the raging dragon-like torrents of the Nine Rivers roared and surged, sweeping ferociously toward the opposing camp.

On the way home, although Ye Yucheng sat alongside Lin Xiaoxi, his mind seemed entirely absent from the vehicle. He was a textbook example of someone whose body was in Cao's camp while his heart remained with Han; Lin Xiaoxi observed him the entire journey, yet Ye Yucheng remained completely oblivious.

"Tell me, was it you who told your father about those brothers of ours?" Xue Leng pursued the question.

The speaker gently urged his fine steed forward and advanced slowly. I looked closely and saw that this person was none other than Moierge, the eldest prince of the Turks.

Ji Wushang's face was as dark as water. Handing Chu Mo into Ling Xueqing's embrace, he drew the jade flute from his waist and flew forth to intercept Yuan Jiuxiao.

He softly called out to me, a crystal-clear teardrop silently sliding down the corner of his eye. Ignoring my resistance and struggle, he chased desperately after me, pulling me tightly into his embrace.