Noble Consort Zhong

In her memories, this aunt had always seemed quite good to her, but there were simply too many suspicious points about her.

Helplessly, he gave a knowing nod, then placed one hand on the railing and waved goodbye to me.

I felt a momentary daze, almost forgetting the real purpose of coming here today, and then roughly recounted to Xu Minghui what Bian Xu had told me about Tia going out to meet a friend.

Elder Yan, who was always busy teaching his disciples, had actually come as well, and he chatted more with Song Antai than with his own biological son and grandson, which showed just how little regard the old man had for them.

"It is the Origin Continent that chose Yang Xuan, making him the savior. We can only do our utmost to help him complete his transformation!" said the Dean of Xuanwu with absolute certainty.

Not long after, a giant white bird unfolded its wings and appeared, a sight that naturally elicited gasps of astonishment from the people on the street.

She had long since grown accustomed to seeing him first thing every morning upon waking up, and now, unable to see him, a heavy sense of loss instantly welled up in her heart.

Whether Zhang Minglang was still asleep or not, the vast space remained completely devoid of any reaction.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the ward. With a loud thud, he dropped straight to his knees in front of Qin Luofan and Chen Mohan, kowtowing heavily several times in succession.

At this moment, a rumbling sound came from Yang Xue-rou's belly. As it turned out, her stomach, which had been empty for a long time, was starting to rebel again.

One could even say that quite a number of people had come specifically for his matches—such as the bigwigs from the five major sects.

Meanwhile, across the vast land of the Qin State below, countless people gasped in shock, sucking in cold air. None of them doubted the truth of these words, because someone at the level of Amitabha would simply disdain to lie about such matters.

Ever since Zhang Xiaofeng's Demolition Gang began selling cigarettes in various cities of the Spirit Realm using hunger-marketing tactics, the entire Spirit Realm had instantly turned turbulent. Driven by the fervent pursuit of cigarettes, cultivators fought fiercely every single day just to be able to buy a pack.

Looking at Lin Yan again at this moment, he was vastly different from three days ago. Although his youthful face still carried a trace of childishness, his gaze held a deeply hidden profundity. Within his deep eyes lay a coldness utterly incongruous with his youth.

The middle-aged man was stunned. The voice was bone-chillingly cold; having lived on the Seventh Peak all this time, he had never heard such a voice before.

Among the seven independent bases and the two hidden independent bases, the "Troublemaker Gang" had been taken over by He Hao. The leaders, Jiao Wa and Heavy Tank Maiden, had already surrendered, and even their affiliated buildings had become part of "Glorious Light Industry."

Although so many years had passed, whenever Daoist Kong recalled this incident, he still found himself completely unable to control his emotions.

These people devoutly believed in the light, and seeing the fire inexplicably die out, their hearts began to flutter with anxiety. Chen Ao, accompanied by Zhao Ling and Xiao Shuixian, flashed past them one after another. Long Qingping and Xuan Ning, relying on their formidable lightness skills, kept flitting through the air.

Taking another look at the map he had drawn overnight, Qin Ling felt his head swelling slightly.

The person who arrived was still Number 6 from the Flying Tiger Brigade. According to intelligence, all police forces in Qinghe County were now under the command of this Number 6, and furthermore, all public servants at the county level had been ordered to report to the police station on standby.

Su Ning and Qiao Duoduo looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Huo Yang also awkwardly explained that he was not afraid of anything else, but feared that if something went wrong, Ma Shangfei might not be able to bear it.

"She refuses; she insists that we go to 2792 ourselves," Peony said, feeling utterly helpless. She understood Su Ning's concerns; at least the fact that Su Ning did not refuse her without any guarantees showed that Su Ning was still willing to keep her promise, simply reluctant to make a house call.

Shen Yue's eyes widened, feeling that the flavor was truly marvelous—very spicy, yet genuinely delicious.

Not until the figures of Su Jinxiu and Shen Wan completely vanished did Liu Xie slowly pick himself up and walk away, limping.

Suddenly, a rough voice echoed through the air. Scarcely had the words fallen when a fiery red giant descended, arriving before the Verdant Mountain Bell with half a jar of wine in his hand. His arrival filled the air with the pungent scent of alcohol.

To say nothing of the numerous demons wandering about, this region alone harbored tens of thousands of cultivators at the demigod and ultimate supreme realms. Should even a single demon come to provoke them, their identities might be exposed and their downfall sealed—not to mention the consequences if others discovered they were cultivators from beyond the realm. Who could imagine the fate that awaited them?

"Are there no tasks that need your attention today?" she asked as she walked toward the kitchen.

To Xiao Qingyun's surprise, however, a phantom projection appeared upon the token. It was precisely the conscious projection of his master, the Heavenly Mystery Elder. Upon seeing the token, all eight elders drastically changed color.

After ending her phone call with Shen Nanyan, Eleven sat in her bedroom, her previously dim and cloudy mood over the past few days clearing up significantly.

Finally, a few seconds later, the wind blades collided fiercely with Xu Liang. In just a split second, Xu Liang's piercing screams shook the heavens.

To expand operations would undoubtedly require substantial initial investment, and recovering costs was not a matter of a day or two; the capital chain had to be considered very clearly.

"President, the gymnasium application was just approved today, and the survey personnel only went over there today," Jiang Xinyi reminded.

Even that tender white skin of Ling Xian's which she took such pride in began to have large patches of flesh and blood scraped away by the fine rain, causing her to hiss through clenched teeth in pain.

"Hump! Enough idle talk, let's see the real deal!" said Erlang Shen, launching a direct attack. After thirty or forty rounds, the Four Heavenly Kings were defeated one by one, while Erlang Shen himself was paralyzed by the hypnotic sounds emitted from Zixia's bracelet.

With a soft cry, the sound waves transformed into an invisible light curtain, shattering the oncoming eerie zither music and instantly snapping those nearby back to their senses.

Before long, Liang Yi walked out of the room. He was dressed in the uniform of the Green Bamboo Sword Academy. After living a peaceful and carefree life in Chang'an for a while, he had shed much of the dusty demeanor of a martial arts wanderer. His features had grown even more handsome, and his brows carried a newly added air of spirited confidence.