"How many have you killed, Ji Feng?" Mo Ji shook the rotten blood from her clothes and asked provocatively.
Li Ling blushed. Being reprimanded in front of the whole office was hardly pleasant, especially since she had only just entered society and had yet to develop the armor-thick skin needed to take it in stride. She was so embarrassed she didn't know what to say.
In truth, Yi Chenjing could hardly be blamed. He had been sent to the Zhao Kingdom as a hostage when he was young and had always lived alone. After returning home, his status and position meant that Concubine Jing was looked after by Su Yan and Su Rao, so he had never needed to serve anyone. But after Shen Yuqiu mocked him for looking so bedraggled, he just couldn't let it go.
His low voice was deep and utterly devoid of warmth. Bai Qige shivered, her heart leaping into her throat; even breathing became incredibly difficult. The man pinning her down was nothing like the one who had been dead drunk. His eyes held a sharp edge, hazy yet still clear, and the cold, merciless smile tugging at his lips fell mockingly upon Bai Qige's eyes.
"A Ming loved her so much. Even on his deathbed, she was the one he worried about most. Why can't she do something for him?" Qiu Yue said.
Chen Lihua peered around. In the two latrines at the very end, two people were squatting side by side: Liu Qiang and Yu Zhongqiao.
By the time the moon hung high overhead, everyone but Bai Qige, who hadn't felt the slightest bit drunk, had collapsed.
The victory banquet began in the daytime and carried on through the night, then continued until dawn. They drank until heaven and earth spun and the sun and moon vanished from sight. Even Gu Yu, who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk or ten thousand without falling, had passed out.
Only top-grade medicinal ingredients could make someone feel this way without even being touched. Every ingredient here would be highly sought after on this planet, or even throughout the universe.
"Your Majesty, although someone brought us refreshments while we waited, not a single one of the other officials touched them, so I had no choice but to..." Zhong Nan was telling the truth.
Hua Zhongzhao hadn't noticed that his mindset had already shifted from figuring out how to kill Zhang Chen to guarding against Zhang Chen killing him.
The prolonged impacts had severely damaged Bai Yu's body, leaving him unable to withstand them. His Meridians had ruptured, and his internal organs had burst.
Their long stay at Soul Cliff Ridge had made them truly realize that danger was always close at hand. Only by staying on constant high alert could they survive. Otherwise, all that would be left was a cold corpse.
Rubbing his chin, Han Yan decided he would go meet Yin Li himself. Sitting around like this wasn't getting them anywhere.
Just then, they faintly heard a scream. That voice—something was wrong. The brothers who killed people were in danger. Sure enough, the moment I turned around, the sight left me speechless for a long time.
After taking that attack, Ghost Wind's health dropped back into the critical range. We'd thought we could easily kill him, but just then, a blinding light enveloped his body, and the guy vanished right before our eyes.
Those in the know thought that way, but those in the hall who didn't know the reason heard Qin Fei's words and immediately erupted into an uproar.
Ning Fuchen had more than one reason for remaining in the Peach Blossom Secret Realm. For one, he needed to find the group of Yellow Rank martial artists who had escaped last time. They would still be useful.
"Fine, I'll coax her." President Bi felt at least a little aggrieved as he said it.
Bi Fangzhou was a classic case of saying one thing and feeling another. Though he grumbled about it, the corners of his mouth curved with delight, making it perfectly clear that he approved of Bi Qianmo's actions.
Once her soul left her body again, her spirit would draw the ghosts to her, and they would surely devour her.
"Uncle Luo might be back any time now, so don't worry too much," Mo said with a smile. As he spoke, he took out another jade bottle and handed it to Luo Wanmei.
The children's hospital had taken him many years to build into what it was today. If it were brought down just like that, all the effort he'd poured into it for half his life would go to waste.
"Alchemy has never been something the poor can afford to dabble in," Mo thought with a sigh. He'd once thought that having over a hundred million was already quite a fortune.
He really wanted to go. He'd never been to that place, after all. If he could actually go, it would be a huge windfall.
That wasn't even the most important thing. The real problem was that a fractured thighbone was a great deal of trouble to recover from. In ordinary cases, being able to walk without crutches after six months was already considered good. It required continuous rehabilitation.
Someone like Bi Qianmo would naturally refuse anything that had been dirtied. When the time came, wouldn't it be much easier for her to get close to Bi Qianmo and win him over?
Her normally rosy, petal-shaped lips were pale and cracked. They moved faintly, as if she'd fallen into a nightmare. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she let out a choked sob, as though she were struggling against some villain in her dream.
Ning Baoxin didn't want to get involved in her eldest brother's family affairs. She merely nodded politely to Madam Yan, giving her no chance to speak in private, and stayed by the empress's side with Jin Xin. Yu seemed much more satisfied.
No one could understand Qin Yuhui's thoughts. He simply felt that with the Emperor Emeritus gone, his throne was truly secure, and he would no longer risk becoming an "emperor in name only."
After arriving in Jakarta, Chen Qi followed the information provided by the Special Intelligence Bureau and found the location of the "King of Lightning."
Even the world's master, Xiao Songxu, couldn't do anything to him. He could only watch helplessly as the man shattered the dream world. What chance did this S-rank evolutionary power have?
"My own younger brother? Hmph. What are you trying to say? How is he my brother?" Su Wanqi thought of Han Caiyun and of her father, who had been killed. What infuriated her even more was that this private son of Han Caiyun and Yang Mingyuan existed.