Noble Consort Zhong 04

Although Yang Lingxiao's dagger looked polished and bright, Situ Jiao still did not dare to let down her guard. After applying medicine to stop the bleeding, she instructed Moju, who was standing guard outside the room, to fetch the medical kit. She thoroughly disinfected the wound, reapplied the medicinal powder, and then bandaged it with a fresh, sterilized fine cotton cloth.

The water of Yuquan possessed a mild quality, which was the real reason Fang Xingbao dared to use it. It was neither immortal essence nor spiritual energy, yet it was capable of supplementing a portion of what the body lacked.

With this status, the standing of the Great Ci'en Temple naturally remained consistently high, commanding great importance from the Buddhist circles both domestically and abroad.

Meanwhile, Wan Jing began to ponder what they should prepare if they were indeed going to Qiao Xianyun's home tomorrow. It wouldn't do to visit someone's house for a meal empty-handed.

Following close beside the two was Situ Jin. Catching the glance that Situ Jiao swept over, a flash of emotion crossed Situ Jin's eyes, and she quickly averted her gaze.

"It seems your 'bellyful of knowledge' is entirely undeserved. Hengqi, do you know?" He turned his head again toward Hengqi, who was standing behind Xiapi.

Coupled with the punishment from Steward Lin's side—a punishment that involved being beaten with ten heavy planks with one's bare bottom—the stakes were high.

The Old Madame had not opened her eyes once since she lapsed into unconsciousness on the Dragon Boat Festival, her life sustained daily only by ginseng soup.

Now, reflecting on it, Situ Kong must have informed Madam Han of Situ Yang's departure or staying that very day, which was why the household had remained so peaceful. No doubt by this time, Situ Yang's official assignment had already been settled.

"Enough! Are you two ever going to finish? Huang Paopao, if you act foolishly again, you will be permanently expelled from the squad!" Tang Jun roared angrily.

Only then did Ghost Hand and Divine Eye snap back to their senses, suddenly remembering the First Company Commander. While they had managed to escape, the First Company Commander was still over there fighting single-handedly.

Once the handcuffs were removed, Xu Mo discovered that his hands had become bloody and mangled, as if he had just torn an enemy apart barehanded.

Just as Aoxue was about to say something else, a nurse and a doctor entered. They performed a routine examination on Aoxue, gave a series of instructions, and then left.

The man, feeling completely bewildered and unable to wrap his head around it, suddenly recalled the mad old man's words about a pair of scissors being pressed under the main ridge beam of the house. He decided he might as well go and take a look; since it had been mentioned, there just might be some. Turning around, he went to look for a ladder, intending to check if there were indeed scissors on the main beam.

She stretched lazily, gazing at the completely unfamiliar furnishings of the room, a trace of bewilderment flashing in her deep eyes.

Returning to the dormitory, Yan Le retrieved a bottle of pure spiritual liquid from his spatial dimension to thoroughly clean Liao Youqi's wounds. Afterward, using his inner energy, he cleared the meridians for both Liao Youqi and Luo Zhibin. Inspecting the pathway of the meridians within their bodies with his clairvoyant vision and finding nothing abnormal, he finally set his mind at ease.

"Please come in and introduce the living conditions of your family, as well as your sister's daily habits," Mo Mo said to Yingguang.

"Perhaps because we are relatively familiar, or perhaps..." Ye Kaicheng's hand movements paused for a split second. Tilting his head slightly toward Xu Zuoyan, his voice trailed off.

Seeing Aoxue smile, Xu Huinan felt the stone in his heart drop slightly, though he still did not dare to fully relax.

"You are all magnificent!" Li Shusen looked at the soldiers and shouted loudly. After speaking for a while, he dismissed the troops, while the fallen and wounded personnel were all properly cared for.

After a long while, she sighed softly, lowered her head, unzipped her jacket, and looked at the matching couple's T-shirt she was wearing underneath, her expression turning sorrowful.

Baili Chuchen stared blankly at that slender yet straight back, his fists clenching fiercely.

Just as Catherine finished changing into clean clothes, amidst a commotion, the dormitory door swung open. To Catherine's surprise, in walked Brian and Ryan, whom she hadn't seen for days. Upon entering and catching sight of Catherine, both of them froze, and the entire dormitory instantly fell into a profound silence.

By nightfall, Long Yexiao still hadn't returned, and his cell phone was once again unreachable. After Tang Mianmian took care of the children and settled Chen Qiuhua to sleep, she tried calling Long Yexiao's phone again, but it remained switched off.

Wenren Qianjue swaggered away as the Prince carried her off through the air. Looking back at the capital city, her handsome face was brimming with mischief, retaining not even a shred of her immortal, transcendent demeanor.

Jing Yan concluded the call within a few minutes. Just as he stepped out, he happened to hear that deafening crash.

He possessed extremely limited knowledge of the demon realm. Even with his telepathic link to the Frost Fiend, the place where the Frost Fiend lived was worlds apart from here, leaving him utterly clueless about the local conditions.

The bailiff fell face up, several of his ribs crushed from that single stomp as frothy blood welled up from his mouth. Unable to utter a single word, he passed out cold.

"No, that happened several centuries later. If we truly trace the history of the dwarves, it is probably even more ancient than that of the Night Elves. It's just that when the Night Elves rose to prominence, we were still slumbering as earth spirits," Brian said with a smile.

Before the red loli, all the wandering star particles and floating elemental spirits gathered together, finally condensing into a deck of cards that appeared right in front of her.

What happened on the stage was entirely unknown to the audience below. The assassins lurking within the Great Qin Circus were brazen enough to continue carrying out their performance step by step as planned.

Old Mo nodded, expressing his absolute agreement with this suggestion, because up to this moment, the sense of crisis in his heart had not yet dissipated.

As Ling Fei flew out of the tavern, she failed to sense anyone tracking her, which instantly struck her as strange. Although those tracking techniques were not particularly sophisticated, they shouldn't have given up so easily.

The second stage of the second region had to be reached by creating a spatial passage. Fortunately, the location of the cave was not far from the boundary of the space, and Gu Zheng prepared to forge a spatial tunnel to proceed to the next phase once he reached the end.

The black figure violently struggled, the dark mist on its body dispersing outward to reveal an identical Wuxiang appearing right beside it, though this one was draped in a black cassock, and its crimson eyes flashed with an evil gleam.

With that, Zhao Mingke even handed Ren He a business card. The company listed on the card was: Ningxia Geli Film and Television Acting and Performance Agency.

He lacked wind-breaking assistance or any protective measures to reduce air resistance, relying entirely on his own formidable physical endurance to stubbornly withstand the mighty forces of nature.