Noble Consort Zhong 08

There was simply no other way. With everyone in a state of panic and self-preservation, they focused the majority of their energy on scouting the surrounding environment rather than pressing forward on their journey.

"I know him, but there is only hatred between us, no friendship!" Speaking of Nangong Wentian, Ling Feng was similarly filled with resentment. He wished he could chop Nangong Wentian into a million pieces to vent the bitter hatred in his heart.

Although Jiang Yan's tone was confident, Ye Tiandu did not believe he could accomplish anything formidable right at the doorstep of the Kunlun Divine Palace. As a hegemony that had ruled over the Hengshan Dao for thousands of years, the Kunlun Divine Palace possessed an untold wealth of powerful foundations within its home territory. Jiang Yan was... by no means a match for them.

The remaining individuals looked on with envy, and the other three clan heads who had not yet concluded any transactions immediately expressed their intentions to cozy up to him shortly after! The atmosphere warmed up lively as a result.

The crowd instantly understood everything with crystal clarity. So it turned out that he was a master hiding his capabilities behind a modest facade, having come fully prepared! It seemed Wang Hong was about to run into some terrible bad luck now! Many people instantly gloated, watching the development of the event with great relish.

Originally, Liu Zong was still harboring expectations of replicating the sweeping victory of the previous year, because he knew that after this battle, the catapult poles would no longer be their faction's secret weapon.

He was like a statue; after kneeling on the ground for a few seconds, he shattered onto the floor with a crisp crack. The most bizarre part was that the water ghost was clearly made of flesh and blood, yet at this very moment, it shattered into pieces like a porcelain doll.

"You aren't really here for this," Zhao could not help but ask, suspecting that Zhang Cheng was not just spouting nonsense.

"This Prince knows. This Prince will not lower his guard." Prince Lu picked up his teacup and took a sip, wearing an expression of absolute calm and strategic mastery.

The street was bustling with activity. Seeing the procession approach, the onlookers hurriedly retreated to both sides. Yu Zhilin, clad in military uniform, sat straight-backed atop a tall, majestic horse with a stern and resolute expression.

Can Can only wanted to test Qiao Muchen's reaction, yet she never expected that his reaction would be so intense.

"Leader Yan, are you just going to let him leave like this?" the Buddha asked, rage etched on his face as he wished he could tear Meng Fan into ten thousand pieces.

"Enough of your 'buts'. Did you tag along behind your brother?" Can Can asked Su Lin with a knitted brow. To be fair, Song Yanlei truly cared about this younger sister of his; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought her thousands of miles away just to attend an unfamiliar wedding.

Humph. Lin Yumeng let out another cold snort, which struck the listeners' ears like a peal of thunder. They watched as the long whip in Fang Sisi's hand rebounded, viciously lashing across Fang Sisi's left cheek and tearing away a chunk of flesh and blood.

"I'm fine, Brother Huang! Hurry and run toward the rear! We'll hold them off here!" The injured subordinate paid no heed to his own wounds, shouting instead to the official.

After all, Li Tianqi was not a careless person. Although he had been desperately anxious to save his mother in those past few days, he had repeatedly mulled over the details of these events. Now, hearing Xu Shaoyu suddenly claim that this place was the entrance to the Loulan Kingdom, a sudden wave of suspicion arose within him.

One of Xiao Yunfei's hands involuntarily rested on Shen Manni's shoulder, pulling her into his embrace. He raised his head and closed his eyes. In the days of flying artillery fire, he had lost far too many things.

Madame Lin settled down there. Because of her pregnancy, Master Ye would come to check on her after returning, but he never spent the night here, frequently stopping by Madam Wang's quarters instead on his way back.

"With you handling matters, I can rest easy. You've long since wiped away any loose ends. With this medicinal pill, I can be completely at ease during my next trial and never have to fear poison again," Qian Tong replied excitedly.

Next, the Second Brother Yao Zhixing, Third Brother Qian Fuwei, and Fourth Brother Wang Yongyong of the Shen family's Four Great Vajras all knelt down to kowtow and offer longevity wishes to Third Master Shen. Following them, all the capable commanders of the Shen family one by one knelt down to offer their birthday greetings to Third Master Shen, creating an immensely harmonious atmosphere.

Xu Xuanzan clicked the beads of his abacus, wholly absorbed in tallying accounts and keeping busy inside Master Wang's establishment. Suddenly, he heard the rustling, melodic sound of footsteps lingering near the doorway.

Upon hearing these words, Xie Xin had initially felt a sliver of happiness. But upon second thought, his heart skipped a beat.

After receiving his portion of meat and wild vegetables, Yiyang removed the steel helmet from his head, scooped up some river water, tossed the wild vegetables and meat into the helmet, placed it over the second tunnel vent, and slowly boiled it over a firewood flame.

The aforementioned narrative was the official version recorded in history books, yet various private rumors circulated behind the scenes. Some claimed that Prince Duan led troops in a forced breach of the imperial palace, working hand in hand with Consort Hui to poison Emperor Xuande and usurp the throne.

At this moment, the two of them were merely a few dozen meters away from the temple entrance. Right at that instant, a drastic change occurred. Two terrifying auras surged fiercely from within the temple, and subsequently, two figures wreathed in black tentacle-like Qi appeared before everyone's eyes.

Nie Chen lowered his head in a brief moment of "deep contemplation" before patting Third Brother Zhao's shoulder and saying with a smile. Hearing this, Third Brother Zhao let out a long sigh of relief, respectfully made a gesture inviting Nie Chen and Xueling forward, and headed toward the Zhao Family Fortress, leaving only poor Elder Zhao lying prostrate on the ground.

Because his mother's health was poor and he feared distressing her into illness, Caizi gently supported her to a chair to sit down, then took a seat beside her.

The secluded and picturesque Rain-Listening Pavilion thus remained half-veiled like a woman holding a pipa, concealing itself amidst this fragrant peach blossom grove.

The man turned his head. Beneath thick brows lay a pair of pitch-black eyes, and his resolute, handsome face radiated a heroic spirit. No matter how one looked at it, someone with such upright features ought to be a person of open and honest character.

Now, he had no choice but to consider finding a suitable candidate for the Tieling store, and once again, Wang Yue'e came to his mind.

Sensing Xinzhan's unease, Rong Lang felt somewhat helpless. It seemed that right from the very beginning, he had never truly provided him with a sense of security.

Scenario Two: From the moment he touched this letter, he had already been poisoned—specifically, the peerless poison that dictates he must be debauched or else die! From then on, he would have no choice but to obey the flower-picking thief.

Her chin rested against his shoulder, and she could distinctly feel his body trembling slightly.

The veteran police officer stepped into the lobby, his expression darkening slightly as he looked at the circle of gathered officers, prompting him to let out a soft cough.

Xiu wanted to show off the pack frame to his father, thinking that from now on he could also carry a great deal of food back home. Mo and Qiang were both delighted and wanted a pack frame as well, so they could carry even more items in the future.