Volume One, Chapter 51: The Smuggler of the Inner Library Hall

Immediately arrange for someone to handle it. Since Hua Qingyan is deliberately courting death by wanting to participate in the assessment trial for the direct disciples, it’s obvious there must be some hidden agenda.

“Seeking revenge and settling old scores? Where does your confidence come from? Do you really think you stand a chance of winning?”

At 9:40 in the morning, Yang Yang arrived at the agreed location. This was a shop newly rented by “Connor Studios,” still not fully renovated.

Starting this gaming studio, his two greatest fears were that his cousin wouldn’t support him and that even if his cousin did, his parents would scold him for acting recklessly and forbid him from pursuing this.

Next, without waiting for the knight’s response, the spellcaster nonchalantly shifted his gaze toward the direction where “Smile” stood.

The Purple-Patterned Nightblade Leopard was comparable in strength to the White Frost Wolf, both first-tier elite troops. However, unlike the White Frost Wolf’s abilities of swiftness and endurance, the Nightblade Leopard’s special skills were swiftness and mana regeneration.

Despite facing a crisis, Zheng Yan was not overly anxious, for the surrounding environment gradually began to overlap with the scene deep within his heart.

At the same time, Shi Hulu flicked his hand, sending a beam of azure light shooting toward Yin Ruhui. Her strategy was to lure Yin Ruhui to abandon his attack on Yin Qin.

“No, I must keep practicing,” Chai Lang sighed, a look of utter despair on his face.

As the two spoke, one of the night elf archers suddenly shouted out.

For example, Zhang Rangzhi’s faction supported Prince Liu Bian, aligning with Empress Dowager He and Prince Consort He.

Chu Huayu and Daxi Lingyu were chatting amiably, completely unaware that their own Bai Mo was sulking quietly in the background.

In the depths of his eyes, a profound blackness shimmered, tinged with a faint urgency and unmistakable tenderness. His tone was resolute, causing me to pause for a moment—not with joy, but with a strange bewilderment.

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng frowned. Indeed, he had been somewhat impolite smoking inside the restaurant earlier, though it was only after a waiter’s reminder and he had promptly extinguished the cigarette. Yet now, others were unnecessarily meddling.

Li Mo redressed the wound hurriedly, her movements somewhat rushed. After serving tea, she silently sat beside Mu Qifang, maintaining a quiet demeanor.

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Looking up at the Luoyang city gates, Liu Bei’s face was filled with emotion, stirred by memories deep within his original self, unexpectedly flashing through his mind.

Yet he hadn’t expected that his compassion and cleverness would not only fail to save Dong Ming but also implicate two innocent people.

“Your current strength is extremely limited. Very few can survive after taking a hit from that madman.”

“Over these days, investigate thoroughly the places the Gu family frequented while alive, and track the movements of those closely associated with them,” Qi Yue ordered.

Li Qing was already impatient, having sent the video the afternoon before last, uncertain of its effect.

Murong Jue’s internal injury was not healed, his movements slowed; after taking a palm strike, he collapsed to the ground.

Chen Xiao was thick-skinned, acting as if nothing was amiss. Such occasions also required socializing. Gu Shian’s constant presence with Chen Xiao was inappropriate. Luo Chen arranged for his sister Luo Zhen to entertain her instead.

Words stuck in her throat, unspoken. She wanted to know who the nanny was, who the fiancée was, but a thousand words felt like damp cotton, choking her voice.

After the recent victory, Tang troops were buoyant, their previous panic vanished. Upon Li Jing’s order, arrows were dipped in pine resin wax, ignited, and fired. In an instant, a torrential rain of flaming arrows descended from the city walls of Yangguan, all aimed at the pointed siege engines.

“Guests, how many?” A beautiful waitress was startled by the sudden influx but quickly approached to inquire.

While tidying up, Chen Xiao watched from the side, occasionally lending a small hand. His lips curled into a smile when she was unaware.

The nanny seemed to anticipate Tang Xin’s inability to answer, casting a contemptuous glance with a rather smug smile.

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze from me, glanced once more at the judicial officers, signaling that he had said all he needed to. They could now take the person away.

“Loving you makes my heart race, unable to touch, painting you but unable to capture your bones, remembering your complexion, I wait for you persistently, my heart willing to sacrifice for you…” Her cherry lips parted slightly, and until the last syllable, everyone remained entranced.

Those who originally came to bring misfortune upon Su Qianshan found themselves in trouble instead, hurriedly kneeling down and begging for mercy.

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“She’s probably already frozen to death, just like those who once lived here,” Aunt Zhong coldly judged. Her heavy cotton coat made her look even bulkier, her eyes lifeless as she stifled a long yawn.

Having reached this point, it should be clear which of the three orbs is the most important.

When Aislin entered, her face remained veiled in black silk, obscuring her true features, revealing only a pair of icy, deep blue eyes—both cold and striking.

“This…” Chang became flustered. Lin Mobai’s eyes went wide, his body trembling slightly as a bad premonition instantly crept into his heart.

Yet just then, a massive super snake resting on nearby stone pillars suddenly lunged upward, opening its blood-red maw toward Nie Feng.

In the distance over the sea, thick clouds gathered densely. The once scorching sun had long disappeared! The sky above turned gray and overcast, though the clouds were not too thick, allowing some light to filter through.

The three exchanged glances, speechless for a moment, the atmosphere thick with tension.

It should be noted that two months ago, in this very room, the first intimate encounter between myself and Shangguan Feiyan had taken place.

Biyu quickly stepped forward to support him, speaking softly, “Your Majesty, please take care of your health… I heard you stayed up late reviewing memorials again last night…” Her attentiveness had become habitual. Over time, the feelings had changed: once cold and indifferent as water, now tangled with concern.

“Do you have a way to contact her? I see you usually get along well,” Zhao Wanyan asked.

When the sunlight of the next day bathed the land and the tide of darkness receded, after another hour as the earth completely warmed, Liu Ling finally emerged from the cave.