Chapter 39

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Shangdang is mountainous, yet the fertile lands of the Changzhi and Jincheng basins allow the region to be self-sufficient, requiring no supplies from other commanderies.

However, he could not let out a sound, for at some unknown moment, a dagger had appeared behind him, slicing directly across his throat.

In the blink of an eye, seven years passed, yet the airport, much like the entire country, seemed unable to emerge from the fog.

Because of this, he suddenly treated Wang Xuelan with such earnestness and affection that she found herself truly unable to react for a moment.

"This person must be well-versed in many mystical arts to be able to manifest the Eye of Dao. He is no ordinary figure. But when did such a person emerge in our Changyi Township?" My grandfather did not answer my question, but instead muttered to himself, his gaze still fixed on the fat man.

Zheng Chen could see that Qian Kun was the calm and composed type. Much like Zheng Chen himself, when faced with any situation, he would only ponder it deeply in his own heart. Throughout their journey, Zheng Chen had never seen the slightest change in Qian Kun’s expression; even a smile was a rare sight.

Lu Liting wore a gratified smile and was just about to say something when his phone rang, the sound abrupt and jarring.

The human race now struggles for survival in the cracks between the warring Wu and Demon clans. To humans, even a single demon beast or a member of the Wu clan could potentially spell a catastrophic disaster.

Furthermore, Shao Li was handsome and skilled in medicine. If one were to follow him, not only would one live a life free of grievances, but one would surely never worry about food or clothing.

"Mom, many of our classmates are chatting privately, saying their parents plan to accompany them throughout the entire day of the college entrance exam. I really don't know what their parents are thinking. They can't take the exam for us, so what's the point of tagging along?" Liu Xinqing said while eating.

However, these eunuchs delivering water had undergone rigorous screening and training. Spilling water at this time and in this place was truly enough to make one suspicious, yet there was no evidence to suggest they harbored any ill intent.

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Neither crazy nor possessed, they seemed to have forgotten fear, their eyes filled only with the Imperial Tripod.

She was cold to others, offering little warmth. It felt as if this were the first time she had felt helpless because she could not touch the obscure, hidden emotions of those around her.

It turned out that Sister Lin, who had not seen her father in years, was so anxious upon hearing news of his arrival in the capital that she could not wait even a second. She specifically begged the old matriarch to let her go to the street to visit her father.

Just then, without a sound, a fog arose. Curiously, this mist was not white but gray. Imperceptibly, the haze grew heavier, curling in gray tendrils, dim and hazy, shrouding the path ahead. The sun, meanwhile, took on an eerie appearance, gradually transforming into a gray orb.

The latest news of Xuan Ming was that he had appeared in the Lingnan region two years ago. Regardless of whether one could find him there, considering the distance, even a thousand-li horse traveling day and night would take a long time to deliver any information.

She thought of the future when the harem would be filled with people, with concubines plotting against one another. She feared she would be unable to escape such a fate. When that time came, would the Emperor still be as enchanted once he discovered the true, calculating faces of his concubines?

Madam Zheng wrote a letter to Yun Xiu, probing indirectly about what she had actually said to her cousin—even though she knew his change in temperament was a good thing, a mother still feared her son might have suffered some mental trauma.

Lu Xu opened his eyes amidst the overwhelming brilliance and raised an eyebrow slightly at Mojin, but said nothing. That subtle movement of his brows spoke volumes more than a thousand words.

"You are different. You are the Celestial Fox, our clan leader. If you wish to see him, it won't be up to him," Zong Yong said.

Looking at Baili Mochen’s cold, stern face and the refusal in his eyes, Yun Jinghua still hesitated.

"This is clothing made by the best tailor of the Red Demon clan! How could it be inferior!?" Sensing the other's critical gaze, the anger that Youyou's cousin had just suppressed flared up once again.

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There was joy in Scarlett, but even more so, a sense of grievance and sorrow. This stirred a feeling of pity—or perhaps something else—in his heart, though he did not quite understand what it was.

Baili Mochen had already carried Yun Jinghua to the chair opposite, his pale face turned directly toward the door. If not for Yang Lie blocking the view, those outside would have been able to see them.

Her head still felt dizzy, but she dared not act rashly. Under its glare, she lowered her head.

Qin Beiyang used a long umbrella to disguise his Tang sword and hid his crossbow behind his back, while Jiuse remained dressed as an English Mastiff. They went out to the Ginza shops first; before closing, Haneda Daishu bought Swiss chocolate, and Qin Beiyang bought an Italian soap box.

Yet he could say nothing. Unable to find a cause, the others gradually assumed the boy was possessed. In their culture, possession was a very serious matter, something that only happened if one had blasphemed the gods or committed an act against the tribe.

Zou Fu leaned against Liu Zhang, looking at the snow outside: "General, is it truly wise for us to accept so many of these tribal people?" Concepts were not things that could be changed by Liu Zhang’s momentary actions.

That day, the three arrived in Yangzhou City, intending to first visit Fang Yushu’s parents at the Fang residence, then find Wan Ruobai at the "Wanfang Tower" to collect the one thousand taels of gold he owed. Since they were to travel far to venture into the world of martial arts, the expenses for food, clothing, and lodging on the road would naturally be indispensable.

Sitting on the toilet, Feng Xue felt as if she were using her strength the wrong way; although she clearly felt the urge, it simply wouldn't come out.

Wuxu heard Liang Xiaoru’s words while maintaining his three-headed, six-armed manifestation. Just as Liang Xiaoru had flown out, Wuxu, through the supernatural ability of "receiving wishes by capturing thoughts" gained from the Bodhisattva Samantabhadra's dojo, sensed a murderous intent directed at him.