Thirty Da Mi is crafting a persona.

Zheng Yong, a lackey accustomed to reading his master’s every expression, could only bow repeatedly in terror, not daring to utter a single word in his own defense. He thought to himself that if he had lost those ten most precious years, he would truly have been ruined; now, he felt a measure of sympathy for Luo Hao.

If the Tang army were to strike, the Wuding River would block their retreat to the north. Failing to evacuate in time, the river would become their grave!

Yang Tao chuckled and waved his hand, though a brilliant light in his eyes betrayed that he was calculating something.

Perhaps at this very moment, the Empress Dowager herself was reflecting on her past, haunted by the towering flames in her Palace of Compassion and Tranquility and the terrifying sight of the celestial bridge collapsing with a roar.

Seeing this man—who looked like a middle-aged uncle, dressed simply and driving a three-wheeled agricultural vehicle—Liu Qian hurriedly climbed out of his car.

The white super-soldier took another step. Following this movement, his body became completely covered in hair, while his fingernails grew longer, turned black, and hardened.

But when Liu Qian saw the disciples of the Lotus Sect lying on the ground outside the great hall, wailing in pain with their powers sealed, he finally understood.

Yang Tao was aware of this as well. Though it pained him, he did not interrupt; he hovered above the five-colored grindstone, descending along with it.

He could endure humiliation for the sake of his people if they were to submit to Yang Yue, but their surrender must not be easily won!

If a temple of love is built on the soil of deception, no matter how sturdy the materials or how beautiful the construction, there will always come a day when it collapses.

"What do you want? I am with Zijin right now." After a pause, I assume it was An Ziqian speaking.

"Romantic, my foot. Let me tell you, he doesn't like me, and I don't like him. Don't ever lump us together again," Ye Feiyang said sternly.

In desperation, the leaders consulted one another and made a decision: they would simply pull Cheng Yaojin into their fold. As long as he became a member of the greenwood outlaws and part of their family, the salt issue would naturally be resolved.

However, to the three of them, this news was of little importance. After all, coming into the forest to rescue people for money was merely a pretense—a mask worn to fool others, which could be cast aside when no one was around.

The sword light was like a fleeting, unremarkable flash of a white fish’s belly, glowing faintly before vanishing into nothingness.

Presumably, this was why the young man did not faint outright. Had he absorbed as much spiritual energy as Duan Yixue and the others, his current physical strength would surely have caused his body to burst.

Not only that, but the Prince of Jin did not even go to the Prime Minister’s residence to bring back the Princess of Jin, who had returned to her family home in a fit of rage.

Li Shen’s techniques could not be fully unleashed, making it nearly impossible to kill the Dragon Turtle. Yet, the Dragon Turtle was quite stubborn, insisting on a head-on collision. After a fierce exchange of blows, Li Shen held a slight advantage in health.

Back then, when Ling Chen and Shen Xing arrived, Shen Xing obtained the divine artifact, the Heaven and Earth One-Qi Staff. Bai Yuntian had wanted to keep the three of them there to guide an exploration into the Valley of Buried Immortals.

"Heh, royal love is indeed cheap. And who is this beside you? Your confidante, or...?" Xu Nuo'er found it laughable. She stretched her limbs and looked calmly at Nalan Qidi, waiting to see how he would explain it.

But who could have known that after the exchange tournament, Ye Zhenzhen would defect from Tianluo and join the True Martial Academy?

If they could maintain this, even if the beast tide surged, they would be unable to break through in one go and would eventually retreat—and that would be the best time for them to enter the city.

If anyone else had fought Adam, they might truly have been injured or killed by the old man. As the top operative of the U.S. Superpower Bureau, his reputation was well-deserved.

XYJ was wiped out, leaving everyone staring with eyes wide and mouths agape, as if they could swallow an egg.

Just then, a young man sitting next to Chu Xi took off his headphones, opened the music app on his phone with an impatient expression, and quickly typed into the search bar: "Stop blabbering."

Furthermore, Zhang Yu discovered the most serious problem: the basketball kept being stolen from their hands, repeatedly snatched away because their dribbling flaws were easily exploited.

This is why I have always resisted going to that village; there is a faint, suffocating pressure there that feels particularly intense.

"It is good that you can speak your mind, Prince. If we talk things through, we can find a solution together; there is no problem that cannot be solved. When he arrives, we will treat him as a newcomer and try to interact with him again. If he still has malicious intent, we will think of countermeasures then," Xu Nuo'er said with a calm expression.

"I asked you why you aren't sleeping!" Luo Yi'cheng's voice was hoarse, beginning to show a hint of impatience.

It was not difficult for Shangguan Xiu to imagine that the so-called Prince Andrei mentioned by the blond man earlier might very well be his grandfather.

The young physician immediately pressed a forefinger to his lips in a "shush" gesture, a smile still lingering on his face.

Moreover, it is truly difficult for demonic cultivators to improve their strength; they might go centuries without any growth. Even without reaching the Nascent Soul stage, the lifespan of a demonic cultivator is excessively long.

The Mu woman, unable to swallow her anger, scrambled up from the ground, forgetting the hardships she had suffered at the hands of Han Yingxue, and lunged directly at her.

The two of them found a restaurant with a wonderful atmosphere. Since it was a weekday, the place was not very crowded.

Tang Zixuan bit her lip. Seeing that Li Fengjue seemed particularly serious—not like he was joking, and he was not the type to joke—she felt uneasy.

He was not in the wrong; rather, he was baiting Song Yucheng, leading him to utter the very words that would demand a thorough investigation.

"I know, Brother Che, I'm coming right now!" Hearing Fengjian Che’s words, the baby Bai Ze’s cute, big eyes immediately lit up.

Mo Ning did not know of Yan Sinian’s determination to possess her, but she did know that she had provoked a great deal of trouble.

Xia Yuan lifted his eyelids slightly and looked at Yun Ziyang, saying, "I don't think there is anything to discuss. Do you think there is anything between us that can be discussed? Of course, hand over Wei Lengshan and Yun Zixi. Perhaps I might spare your lives." As he said this, the corners of his mouth curled upward.