Volume 1, Chapter 42: Distributing Booklets

Gu Muchen and Jin Chong were also slightly stunned. From Jian Chen's changing expression, they sensed something was amiss, and immediately focused their hearing, their faces turning pale as well.

In this battle, the Devils encountered seven fierce Tyrannosaurus-like beasts. Over twenty people died in action, and their ammunition was completely exhausted. Unable to advance for the time being, they stopped to rest.

There was no help for it. By the time Ye Yan waved his hand to stop them, the others had already flown out of sight, too fast to chase.

He raised his left palm to block the powerful strike, his feet carving two trenches into the grassy ground as soil splattered everywhere.

Just as Yang Yi sighed in contemplation, the previously relatively cordial atmosphere was instantly shattered by a single word from the bride, devoid of any concealment of shock and disdain.

However, ever since he learned that he still had a flesh-and-blood child in this world, his mindset began to change somewhat.

"Calm down, calm down, I must stay calm." Mentally reciting the Incantation of Purity and Detachment, the tent in his trousers grew increasingly uncomfortable, making his hands tremble slightly.

At this moment, Han Xin's life was gripped in Han Bo's hands. In a sense, Han Bo's life was likewise grasped in Han Xin's hands.

Yet all of this had nothing more to do with her; she was destined to be nothing more than a passerby watching from afar.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Du Hongfei also led his men to completely capture the entire city, interrogating those who had been captured.

Those successful people with a bit of money and status seemed to treat Mo Ning as a joke. Talking was one thing, but they also pointed fingers and made gestures from the side. Anyone else would have felt ashamed and fled, yet Mo Ning just smiled indifferently.

The middle-aged man was Li Jiahong, the second-richest businessman in Sanpan City. He certainly wouldn't care too much about twenty million. Seeing Fearless Lion push out all his chips so casually, he didn't hesitate either and pushed out all his own chips as well.

Nan Xueyu supported the Empress Dowager tightly, fearing that the latter might be overwhelmed by anger and faint again. The Empress Dowager was entirely right; everyone understood these matters, so why did the Emperor have to be so stubborn and impossible to reason with?

Everyone in the hall was so nervous they forgot to breathe, staring with wide eyes at Nan Xueyu, afraid of disturbing her in the least.

Nan Xueyu calmly said, "Rest assured, these were not originally your words. If the truth can be investigated and it is not your fault, Her Majesty the Empress Dowager is kind-hearted and will not blame you. Please continue." Her words could be considered quite tactful, taking all aspects into consideration and exceptionally well-spoken.

Zhen Ruoxue bit her lip, her hands gripping tighter and tighter: Empress, you are simply jealous of me. I am not afraid at all. Brother Yun will never listen to your words; he will treat me well.

Hearing Ming Ji's words, Mu Xinglan wore an expression of sheer disbelief, while even the icy gaze of Ling Shuangyan beside him held a trace of surprise.

Liu Shangmowu stepped into the air, borrowing force from the void to elevate her figure once more, piercing through the clouds. Sword Qi coiled and surged upward from the ground, instantly filling the sky with dazzling, multicolored hues.

"What? You... how do you know about this?" The Demon Lord holding Qingqing's hand suddenly trembled.

Guard Zhang hurriedly finished his business and, not daring to linger, prepared to take his leave. Xiyue and the others escorted him out.

The three immortals departed, and Qi Tianshou was sent out of the Peach Garden. By now, Jinzha and the others had been separated from Qi Tianshou for a full seven days.

Moreover, the most terrifying thing right now was not just that he saw this Joyous Deity, but that the Joyous Deity he was looking at had actually moved.

A flower, blooming so exquisitely and sacredly, yet destined to forever endure loneliness. Truly a bane to others and oneself, are the men of the three realms even allowed to live?

Hu Guang strode three steps into two towards the tent, and after a moment, the sound of rhythmic hoofbeats gradually faded into silence.

Before Hua Mei'er could even put down the box in her hand, Chunhua had already closed in, moving swiftly to subdue her in a few deft motions. At this moment, Hua Mei'er did not fight back; her eyes remained fixed straight upon Lian Yuncheng, as if trying to tell him something.

Jian Xiuke was left crying and laughing, never expecting that as they talked, he would actually start to feel somewhat in the wrong.

Bao Weiwei silently glanced at him, then briskly turned her head away and continued wiping the window herself. She refused to believe she couldn't get it truly clean.

Dao Qingcheng also appeared in the distant sky and, observing the scene, made her judgment.

All five of them had suffered heavy losses. Now that Luoxia had withdrawn the wasps, they dared not be careless and continued kowtowing with all their might.

The members of the Yukong Sect remained frozen in place, staring at the charred and unrecognizable corpse on the back of the blood turtle not far away, all unable to suppress a shudder.

"Mother, that doesn't seem to be a Divine Grace Demon. Look, those people seem to be from the Asking Sword Sect!" Song Guang stared fixedly into the distance, where the mountain gates stood wide open, and young people dressed in the same style of attire as those from the Endless Continent were walking down the mountain.

"Fine then, since Father refuses to save Young Master Wuying, I'll go save him myself!" Yun Zhi said, turning around and bolting out of the Valley Master's room.

He touched his face and smiled wryly. Only in Nanting would he remove his disguise; outside, even when sleeping, he always wore this false face.

"It hurts so much!" She clutched her chest, one hand gripping the bedsheets tightly, in unbearable pain to the point that she had bitten through her lips.

"Luoxia, since the Great Elder thinks so highly of you, I suppose this mission won't leave us disappointed, right?" Lan Luozhen said with a smile.

"Please sit..." Seeing Du Jiagui enter, Li Zifeng gestured toward the chair in the middle of the room and said.