Chapter 55

On the night of her birthday, she was murdered by Ning Xiu and his associates, and she had no idea what had become of those Snow-clad Guards afterward.

Out of his vanguard force of twenty thousand men, ten thousand had been completely stunned by the cripple's cannon fire and remained holed up inside the city, too terrified to venture out.

Jiang Fan shivered slightly, instantly breaking into a flattering smile while buttering him up: "Our beautiful, generous, magnanimous, kind, and amiable Teacher Jiang would never stoop to bickering with a mere student, am I right?" With that, he looked at Teacher Jiang with eager anticipation, putting on a wronged expression.

"It must have been those two bitches who spread it! Otherwise, how would anyone know about that absurd rumor that a newborn child could be black? They are definitely the ones talking nonsense. The next time I lay eyes on them, I'm going to tear their mouths apart!" Li Rong raged.

In his eyes, Lin Zixuan was a citizen of the Qi State. Since she did not share his ancestry, her heart must harbor alternative motives; under no circumstances should he assist her in growing stronger.

Seeing the other party hesitating and stuttering, Granny Shu's expression shifted as she let out a cold snort. Yet, she found it difficult to press the matter further, knowing full well that some decisions were simply beyond the other person's control.

Inside the residence of his former master, the veteran head chef of the Lion Tower employed eight hundred different culinary techniques—pan-frying, stir-frying, braising, and deep-frying—to prepare a home banquet complete in color, aroma, and taste.

Although the affair was spearheaded by Shang Zeying, the funding and labor were provided by Wang Zhaomo and Su Jingluo. He himself was merely a hands-off boss who left almost all matters entirely for them to decide.

"Just how many rules of the Demonic Realm has Elder Zhou violated behind the scenes over the years? He certainly hasn't abstained from committing vile acts out there in ordinary times. And let's not forget that recent incident between our Demonic Realm and the mortal world—Elder Zhou was the one meddling in the middle." The moment his voice fell, the crowd below began to whisper amongst themselves.

Room 202 must have weighed the priorities, and as it happened, this item was simply not among the must-buy list for that side.

"What I had to say has been said. I won't disturb you any longer." Having spoken with effortless calm, she took Yu Ziqing by the hand and walked straight away.

He froze for a few seconds. Coming to terms with this reality, he glanced at the sandwich in Gu Xusi's hand and realized it was indeed true.

Right now, Yu Ziqing showed clear signs of softening toward the Six Herbs and had seen right through all the thoughts hidden in his heart, making the whole affair feel utterly pointless.

Actually, they didn't have to do this. However, by interacting, they could effortlessly dismantle various speculative narratives and even rumors, while also helping both himself and Zhou Yang promote their new drama. It was essentially killing multiple birds with one stone.

"Good, good... As long as you're happy." The old lady departed in satisfaction; she intended to head to the village entrance and boast to those old cronies.

Liu Feng smiled, took the sickle from her hand, and then scrambled up with the incredible agility and swiftness of a monkey.

However, the Thunder General led Fairy Yuyan and the others into a tea room in the back, where several Thunder Soldiers were currently weighing tea leaves.

Having never found the time before, he had finally managed to carve out a spare moment today, and naturally, he could not let this opportunity slip by.

Upon checking online comparisons with other scenic spots, he found the price was usually one hundred and fifty to two hundred per person, mostly for a duration of fifteen minutes.

She pondered that if Shen Geyun came to look for her at noon, she would treat her to milk tea; at the very least, good food could lift one's spirits.

Since ancient times, rulers have been prone to suspicion and overthinking. An enlightened ruler harbors doubts without acting rashly; a foolish ruler eliminates dissidents out of paranoia.

Against the Scizor's连续切 (Consecutive Cuts), Weavile chose not to meet the attack head-on. Instead, it utilized its agile frame to leap and dodge continuously around the Scizor. Such a flexible and ever-changing evasion technique forced even Paul to utter a cry of admiration.

She felt the blood within her vessels surging and clashing frantically, and a severe, intense pain began to spread throughout her entire body.

Upon hearing this, the various canine kings were deeply shocked and extremely reluctant to accept the news. However, the safety of their ancestor was of the utmost importance. Regardless of the circumstances, they still chose to trust their twelfth brother because they were brothers, and Rudaosheng had no reason to deceive them.

"Let's go. A battle is inevitable in the end." I turned back to say a word to Ouyang Jue and the others, then gave chase in the direction Qi Sha had taken. What was meant to come would always arrive, and what needed to be faced must ultimately be confronted in person.

With a mysterious smile, Zhou Tian stepped forward two paces, gently waved his hand over the table in front of Manager Yang, and nearly a hundred pristine white porcelain bottles along with over forty cyan porcelain bottles materialized before Manager Yang's eyes.

The thought that her mother was still remembered by such a kind-hearted girl sent a wave of warmth through Wen Yuqou's heart, diluting the malice and sorrow from just moments before.

"Still trying to stand? Kneel down!" Fang Zheng snorted coldly and delivered a crushing blow. Unable to bear the force, Shen Houshan finally buckled at the knees and collapsed completely to the ground.

"Are you...?" Bai Xue's sudden utterance sent a trembling echo across the utterly silent plaza.

Just as he was locked in an intense, evenly matched battle with the Corrupt Demon Superman, a figure rushed in from a flank and gripped the Superman tightly, rendering him completely immobile.

Though Crane was usually unreliable, when it came to important matters, he was more meticulous than anyone. He still remembered the compassionate sorrow the old Daoist displayed while paying homage to Pufeng last night; it was truly impossible to detect such a warm-hearted side to this stinky Daoist priest.

Even pioneers who prepared meticulously and gave their absolute all had to endure failure, so why should a "three-noes" makeshift pioneer like himself expect to achieve success?

Seeing the purple grand heavenly divine lightning descending from the heavens, a piercing cold light shot from Hong Jun's eyes. He flicked his bamboo staff, pulling the Primordial Eight Trigrams Taiji Yin Diagram behind his back, flipped both hands, and conjured an identical bolt of purple lightning that surged upward to meet it head-on.