Volume 1, Chapter 35: They Really Sold Her to Northern Myanmar!

After hearing him say that, it was as if everyone else who continued the siege was a fool. Consequently, they all tacitly drew back.

Jiang Zhi smiled, but before she could speak, her phone rang, with Yu Quanquan’s name displayed on the screen.

Before long, the files were in Lin Hailan’s hands. As she opened and flipped through them, she couldn’t help but chuckle upon seeing the detail that the Crown Prince of Northern Yan had a fondness for osmanthus cakes.

One wonders what kind of beautiful experiences the ancestor of the Tushan lineage must have had in her youth to be able to say that every man in this world has his own handsomeness and his own dash of charisma.

The concrete-built city gate tower, though sturdy, could not withstand such a massive amount of gunpowder.

Seeing Qi Heng bring up serious business, the group stopped joking around, wiped the playful expressions from their faces, and accepted the eighteen military rules and regulations he handed them.

In her eyes, Lin Xiao saw anticipation, tension, and fear within the span of a single breath—but more than anything, he saw excitement.

"What’s wrong? Why are you holding your stomach? Is it hurting?" Qu Minghao had been quite angry, but seeing Chu Li in this state, he panicked instantly.

Just as Li Mao was lost in thought, the carriage jolted suddenly and came to a halt. Li Mao hurriedly pulled himself together and poked his head out the window to check the situation, but before he could even fully extend his head, an unfamiliar voice reached his ears.

Ying and Tracer unleashed a flurry of attacks on the Ruin Guard; its core was self-repairing, and they could not let it recover.

Beside me? I turned back curiously, only to be astonished to find Xiao Shaofeng’s Maybach following closely, just two meters behind me.

This time, Luxu did not ask further. "Blow out all the candles in one breath, and your wish will come true in the coming year." I smiled, took a deep breath, and blew them all out. I intentionally counted them—there were eleven. I secretly thought that this person’s math probably wasn’t very good.

The Eighth Princess Consort’s intentions were clear, but Dong'e Jiyi detested the sympathy in her eyes; she had never once felt regret.

"Since you are so confident, Ye Xiangchen, then I shall continue!" Kui Hua said as she retrieved a wooden box from her bosom.

Retracting my gaze, I leaned back on the sofa. Suddenly, a fragrance wafted toward my nose; I jumped, sitting up in an instant.

Beside me, Lin Ruoxi and Zhang Yiyi were also brandishing their sharp blades, attacking the demonic wasps attempting to break through the defense. As their sword energy ravaged the area, several wasps fell to the ground, bursting into one or two gold coins each.

The prenatal doctor hurried out, only to see a pink figure marching toward her in a fury.

Li Jinglong and Ping An, trailing behind, saw the soaring flames consume their most capable reinforcements. Seeing the Yan army pursuing them like a hot knife through butter, they were utterly shaken and led their grand army retreating south. The veteran general Guo Ying was so disoriented by the fire that he lost his sense of direction and led his troops fleeing toward the west.

At that time, I thought he didn't mention Xue Qing simply because he disliked her so much that even bringing her up felt repulsive.

"Primeval Saint Domain, activate!" Ye Xiangchen let out a low shout, and a faint brown aura enveloped the surroundings.

"I am busy consolidating my soul right now, so I don't have the leisure to tease you. But then again, you really are lucky to have found a fossilized fragment of the trunk of a [Black Dragon Pale Leaf]." Although the divine blood had only just sprouted consciousness, the ancient memories inherited through its lineage still remained.

Much like flint, this relatively advanced method of making fire—on the night she met Ser, he had deliberately avoided her.

Cold water poured over me from above until my body finally calmed down. I turned off the shower, wiped myself off haphazardly, and slipped into a bathrobe.

This kind of situation hadn't occurred in many years, only ever happening when I saw this girl. Once on the day I married the princess, once in the rain the day before yesterday, and now, this time.

Ever since that golden carp appeared and manifested into a Taoist, this kind of illusion had occurred more than once or twice.

The three of them flew backward simultaneously. Two crashed into the wall, while the third fell to the ground. However, they all shared one trait: after hitting the ground, none of them could stand up for a long time.

"Noble Consort, is it her?" Yin Chenglu asked Su Yao without even looking at her, as if looking at her for even a second more would only increase his disgust.

"Heh, it really is Zhang Yunqi." Xiao Moyao didn't find it strange, just somewhat unbelievable.

The two were captured in a profile shot, so it was difficult to tell it was actually him, and Ruan Xintong was obscured by a glass screen, making her face impossible to see; only the diamond bracelet on her hand was particularly conspicuous.

"That's right, we are of the Mingyue clan. You... have you heard of us?" As his wrist was gripped tightly, Ming Zhu’s sturdy arm was completely unable to withstand the fierce grasp of the old man’s seemingly withered hand, making him wince in pain.

"Fang Li... I'm sorry, not yet!" Even though he found it difficult, Mu Zhenglin had to be honest with her.

Bai Hongfei hadn't caught the words of comfort, but what Zhang Hua had said, Bai Hongfei heard clearly.

Xia Li'er then turned to look at Mu Zhenglin. She remembered that this man hated nothing more than others making arrangements for him, yet at this moment, he looked back at her with composure, his face full of amusement.

Although Qin Wan did not like hearing them say these things, what they spoke was an irreversible fact. She did not belong here, so no matter how unwilling she was, she had to leave.