Chapter 65

Therefore, with this state of blood, unless the original body engages in strenuous exercise to make the blood flow frantically, the probability of surviving an injury will certainly be much higher than that of a normal human being.

Recalling the determination in Hibiscus's eyes back then, Feng Yong knew what the current Hibiscus was trying to achieve by doing these things.

"Courting death!" The moment Jun Aochan came down, these were the words he heard from Feng Mengyi. His gaze grew gloomy, and a golden radiance burst forth like the rising sun, trapping Feng Mengyi within that golden sphere.

"You can wait, but this Prince cannot. In just a few days, this Prince will become busy; how would I have the time to come here?" Feng Yong said loudly.

"Ah, this Prince still feels worried. Perhaps I should buy something to make amends to the Empress Dowager? It's just that I don't know what Her Majesty likes and dare not buy blindly. You have been in the palace for so long, Eunuch, do you know what the Empress Dowager favors?" Feng Yong asked with a smile.

Yan Xiyu had been living in the Temple of Life for quite some time now and had numerous encounters with the God of Life. Since the God of Life had spoken thus, it meant he was being granted a temporary leave. Naturally delighted, he immediately took Ling Han away to get settled.

Zhang Tie thought to himself that if he succeeded this time, these two would undoubtedly be his "saviors," completely oblivious to the disdain in their eyes as they looked at him.

Upon returning to Linquan Pavilion, instead of rushing to unpack their luggage, everyone simply fell straight to sleep. Even as demons, drinking so much wine at the banquet was enough to make them drunk.

Coupled with Wu Di's persistent non-interference, their mutual slaughter had reached an unprecedented and tragic level.

While pleading, she did not forget to cast a pleading glance toward Ke Xiangbao, wishing desperately that she could also put in a good word to let her tag along.

"Your Majesty, if the Empress were still in the palace and knew Your Majesty was searching for her, she would surely come forth to seek Your Majesty's protection. However... why would Her Majesty go into hiding?" Xiao Yi was utterly perplexed.

Although Fanfan was ganking the middle lane at that time, facing such an opportunity, Neptune and Su Dong still dared not dive the tower.

Deng Qiangjun followed closely by Wu Nan's side and said, "Young Master, this is an excellent opportunity. If we turn back and counter-attack, the rebel army will inevitably suffer a disastrous defeat."

"Where is General Yun going to search for the Empress?" Xuanyuan Rui's heart tightened. For a whole year, he had not sent a single person to look for the Empress, while General Yun, out of concern for his younger sister, wandered the ends of the earth in bitter pursuit.

"Very well, I shall immediately lead men to occupy the Dadongjiang Ironworks. I ask that Defense Commissioner Li remain in Pyongyang to rest, and on no account act recklessly again." Before leaving, Sulading did not forget to instruct Li Ye to recuperate properly, lest others be driven to anxiety on his account.

After Shen Xiao and Wenren Ya calmly and unhurriedly bowed to each other, a voice louder than any before echoed in their ears.

Therefore, when Hao Ren uttered those words, a trace of anger surfaced on Ma Yun's face, as if his advantage had been overturned. Fortunately, there were several great saints hailing from the Imperial Capital; in terms of strength, he simply could not believe that any expert from the Soaring Sky Alliance could deal with these three saints.

There was only a bowl of clear porridge on the table, not even a steamed bun. Holding the bowl, I drank the ice-cold thin porridge, supported my back, and slowly paced over to the bed, collapsing upon it to fall fast asleep.

On second thought, however, Zheng Pingwu's heart settled. Since Zhao Kesong had developed a sense of crisis, it meant that his position in the company alongside Ma Chao of Shanghai was becoming increasingly important. Moreover, the Guoguang Electronic Sports Club could not function without him and Ma Chao, so a trust crisis was actually of little importance.

Since this dish was unpalatable, Qin Jinyue's gaze fell upon another dish, the lotus-seed and shrimp stir-fry.

Salta said nothing further, picked up his wine glass to clink it with Lifeng's, and drank deeply in large gulps. Though no words were spoken, everyone could perceive a tacit understanding between them.

"What if I refuse to return?" Ye Moxing lowered her gaze, her fingers stroking the bedsheets. "What did you say?" Mo Liangbing thought he was suffering from auditory hallucinations. Did she say she wouldn't return to the Mo family? The old master had finally loosened his stance, yet she refused to go back?

After the man left, Su Zhenming's mouth curled upward in high spirits, and glancing at the phone on his desk, he directly pressed the number 1.

Qin Mosheng walked over, pulling Lin Cha with him, gave Li Jixing a pat on the shoulder, and said not a single word.

Behind him, Wu Jin leaned forward slightly in his seat, seemingly about to pick up the fleece blanket that had slipped from his shoulders to the floor. The youth bathed in light and shadow cut a serene and beautiful figure.

A few minutes later, Lin Cha took out her phone, opened her Moments, and prepared to post the photo of the cake she had just taken. Glancing downward, she saw that the most recent post in her Moments had been shared by Qin Mosheng.

Men all want to learn how to cook. If you know how to cook yourself, you can eat delicious food at any time. Sometimes what a wife makes can taste terrible.

The man directly took down the military cloak hanging inside the training room and draped it over Wu Jin himself. Next came the gloves and military boots. The diurnal temperature range in the floating city's autumn and winter was extreme, dropping below zero at night. The laces of the military boots trailed on the floor; before Wu Jin could bend down, Wei Shi dropped to one knee, leaned forward, and expertly tied them.

Seeing Leng Jun and Su Wushuang nod simultaneously, Zhao Li? let out a light chuckle and said, "2110, guess a character." Having spoken, Zhao Li? wore a crafty smile, watching Su Wushuang and Leng Jun fall into deep contemplation.

"Of course it's the Soul-Searching Curse, you know I'm a wizard..." Zhuang Lan looked increasingly embarrassed, as Consort Qiao had clearly already anticipated this.

No matter how intensely that group stared from the sidelines, once the campsite on the other side was set up, they could simply slip away stealthily, leaving you free to occupy or vandalize this place however you pleased.

The mere thought that he had just wiped his drool with that very hand made me extremely reluctant to pull my hand out from my pocket.

Bert's expression stiffened somewhat, and he spat out through clenched teeth: "I hate you, Gao," before turning on his heel and running off.

"Subdue the netherworld soldiers and conquer everywhere? Wouldn't that be equivalent to possessing an undying legion, and the number of netherworld soldiers would reach a staggering scale of millions?!" Wu Chan's jaw dropped in shock.

"Woo-woo," the wind wailed like the cries of ghosts and howling of spirits, and sand and stones battered the light barrier, producing thunder-like sounds. Even some dust blew inward, making it imaginable that the light barrier was already exceedingly fragile and might vanish completely at any moment.

After a dozen minutes or so, the sky began to grow dark, and Chen Xu had scooped nearly thirty tadpoles into his pocket.