Volume One, Chapter 21: The Enchanting Lu Li

She used to possess a noble and cold temperament, like a fairy from a celestial palace, someone people dared only to admire from afar, fearing that even a glance might be a desecration.

The two exchanged a look; had General Chu not retreated to the border a year ago, and had the Ning family not been demoted outside the capital three years ago due to the Fifth Prince’s affair, even the imperial family would have been wary of the formidable power of the Ning clan.

The Scarlet Flame Tiger exerted all its strength to unleash its wind-riding technique once more, letting out a thunderous roar at Jing Yu. The foul-smelling, violent gale, carrying flying sand and stones, blew Jing Yu over the edge of the cliff.

In the following days, people actually came looking for Qian Xuncheng to drink, and there were others specifically seeking out Qin Wanli.

This figure was the mining revenue reported by Yang Yuangao. As long as the imperial court appointed a mining supervisor and ordered the Ministry of Works to organize labor for excavation, annual income would surely increase significantly.

Ji Huainan had not mentioned his sister. Could it be that the letter had not yet reached his hands?

Yet the phone kept ringing with a crisp sound, as if the person on the other end knew I was holding it. Taking a deep breath, I answered.

Deng Qianqiu was startled by his own slip of the tongue; he suddenly realized he had spoken out of turn.

Her eyes curved into crescents, and although her lips were bare of lipstick, to Gu Wenzhou, they appeared exquisitely alluring, constantly fueling his desire to taste their sweetness.

Fortunately, her assistant, Du Wei, called her, having already prepared her clothes and speech, with the car waiting right downstairs at the apartment building.

He was not idle, yet in Changyue Port today, he could not find a single horse-and-carriage firm that was open for business.

"If this continues, we will be exhausted to death sooner or later," Angela said gravely. There were too many demons here; no matter how many they killed, they never seemed to end.

Lü Liang, naturally cautious, only dared to venture out of the stronghold because he relied on that spiritual artifact embedded with a spirit stone. He believed no martial arts expert, no matter how skilled, could possibly be a match for such a tool.

It was his first day working at the Emperor’s Farmhouse, and he had no idea what the establishment was usually like. Fortunately, no one pressed him on the matter.

***

Thanks to the arrangements made in advance by the Shadow Flow Chamber of Commerce, Luka encountered no trouble with ship registration. However, when he handed the completed form to the dwarf sitting behind the desk, the man stared at him for a long time before suddenly pulling a hammer from beneath the table, giving him quite a scare.

The shipping clerk glared at him without a word, then impatiently tossed the form back at him.

Sun Guangming had no choice; his head was a bit muddled, so he simply went inside and brought back the large box.

Fans began to flood into the live stream, only to find Zhang Fan sitting in a chair, shirtless, with a facial mask applied to his skin.

"What on earth is that monster?" Orange Ukyo and Lian Po had already fled far away. Even at that distance, the sight of the dragon filled Orange Ukyo with terror as he questioned Lian Po.

But at that moment, Zhong Wuyan, standing behind Yang Jian, suddenly raised her heavy hammer and swung it horizontally toward him.

"I like it." Sima Lantai’s voice was low, mellow, and captivating. Only after hearing him speak did Su Haoyi truly understand the saying that strings cannot compare to bamboo, and bamboo cannot compare to the human voice.

So I told the weasel-spirit about this matter, and after a moment of contemplation, he agreed to let me go up the mountain. I did not delay, quickly gathered my things, grabbed a flashlight, and headed into the mountains.

She had already told her family she wouldn't be returning for the New Year, lying that she was spending it with the Tao family, which kept them from criticizing her further.

Liang Yunyue glanced at the box; one look told her it had been prepared with great care. She fell silent for a moment before opening the lid. The bracelet looked ordinary, but upon closer inspection, it was clearly extraordinary. Pieces of this quality required genuine effort to seek out personally.

Pei Li already knew that Yuan Meihua had given birth, so she told her to buy plane tickets so they could go over and visit in the next couple of days.

Liu Haisheng hesitated for a moment—not out of doubt regarding his feelings, but because he did not know how to make her accept him.

She had assumed her dear friend Shangguan Wan'er would be able to enter the palace with her, but who could have foreseen that an imperial decree from the late emperor would crown Feng Li as Empress?

"A psychological test?" Mo Jinsheng looked disdainful. He never wasted time on such things, and since he had no psychological issues, why bother?

***

"Check the surveillance footage from the back," Qin Yan hurriedly suggested. For some reason, she recalled what Su Qin had told her earlier—that Su Ying was very fond of Mu Feng.

But it was strange that Zhuo Pengyi, as Zhuo Yanxin’s biological father, could stand by and watch so coldly; he was truly unfathomable.

Murong Kuang felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his body, eroding even his bones, as if his skeleton were riddled with wormholes, ready to turn to dust at the slightest breeze.

Ding Hao did not care what Yuan Long thought. If one wanted to accomplish something great, it depended on whether one had the courage. If Yuan Long turned timid, Ding Hao would have no choice but to abandon him. In this world, while a three-legged toad might be hard to find, people with two legs were everywhere.

Someone with the ability to tear through space must have surpassed the rank of Archmage. Below the Saint rank, all are mere ants. Could it be that in this Northern Territory, there actually existed a fifteenth-rank Saint?

The Blind Monk, Lee Sin, sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Udyr, the Beast Spirit. Even in such a moment, the diligent monk did not neglect his cultivation of body and mind.

"Forget it, just distribute the rest to those people. We can't finish it anyway," Tian Diewu said simply.

Pouting, she punched Ying Ge on the arm. "Can't you see I'm heartbroken? Be serious!" At this, she couldn't help but burst into laughter herself.

"Damned Red Bandits!" Chiang Kai-shek cursed. Feeling a cold coming on, he pulled the quilt up and prepared to sleep again.

The entire carriage suddenly shuddered, and a massive skeleton flew out. After circling once, it transformed into the likeness of the King of Hell: wearing black robes and a nine-tasseled crown, with a dark face and a thick black beard.