Chapter 149: A Fragrant Feast of Freshly Slaughtered Pork

"You—" Sister-in-law Gu had not expected Li Qingyun to humiliate her so openly in front of everyone. Unable to maintain her composure, she pointed a finger at Li Qingyun, momentarily rendered speechless.

Seeing that the situation was taking a turn for the worse and a confrontation was imminent, the others quickly stepped in to separate them, drawing battle lines. Those standing next to Sister-in-law Gu were her close allies, and they naturally began to undermine Li Qingyun.

"Why bother arguing with a lunatic like her?"

"Exactly, don't lower yourself to her level; she's just a boorish person."

"You don't know—I’ve been bullied so miserably by her!—"

The three evil spirits immediately wore expressions of panic. Their backs, which had been hunched since their arrival, suddenly straightened. Having already experienced death once, how could they accept such an order?

"It's alright, I'm not thirsty," Qi Yang said with a smile, waving his hand. His heart felt warm because of Ling'er's thoughtfulness.

Qingfeng smiled and said nothing, though he was busy calculating what he should do. He couldn't just keep eating and drinking for free; that was something he couldn't bring himself to do.

Mu Jinxi glanced at the gifts on the table, her hands itching. She really wanted to tear them open to see what Mo Xuerui had given her elder brother. But if she opened them now, her brother would probably give her a good scolding, right? So, she decided to endure it; she would find out eventually.

After receiving the merit and fortune, the Ancestral Dragon did not distribute or refine them, but instead infused them entirely into the Nine Dragon Seal.

To guard against the possibility of the enemy having similar insidious tactics, he had to order the forward troops to slow their progress slightly and carefully inspect the occupied defensive lines, which inadvertently wasted quite a bit of time.

"Fine!" Ning Yuanhang did not hesitate; Zhou Yejia was of no value to him anyway.

The Lingnan Region is located to the east of the Central City. Longyan City, situated on the periphery, lies just beyond the forests of the western suburbs.

Madam Zhu had no choice but to shift her hopeful gaze toward Mu Jinxi, but Mu Jinxi kept her eyes fixed straight ahead, appearing completely unmoved.

Later, he took out the death token and reached the lowest level. To his surprise, Zhou Jian and Su Qianqian were walking up from the corner.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Mo Jue asked after noticing the change in Qian Shu's expression.

Guo Jingyang didn't bother to think about whether Fan Chen could come up with over two hundred million; he simply didn't want Fan Chen to throw money into the bottomless pit that was Xu Jinhao’s side.

Against Madara, who possessed the Rinnegan, the strength of these Anbu members was truly no different from ants at his feet.

"However, based on what I know of Wanwan, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for her to forgive Lin Bosheng this time. I wonder if she will refuse help from him." Ling Wanwan felt a bit worried, thinking of Guan Wanwan’s temperament.

He fell heavily to the ground. Because the ground was covered in mountain meadows that had withered and flourished for centuries, he didn't feel much pain. Lying with his face against the cool blades of grass, he listened to the dense sound of arrows piercing the air ahead and the occasional whiz of arrows passing over his head, silently calculating the number of enemy archers and their rate of fire.

"Jinba, I love you, I love you to death." Huang Quan turned to look at Murong Linzhi, wishing he could rush over and hug his legs.

Wei Ping’s eyes narrowed. Wrapped in purple lightning, he thrust downward with all his might, his Yuntian sword erupting with sword energy, its sharpness fully exposed.

Dong Luo’s face was grim. It wasn't that he was afraid to gamble, but he didn't want to use other people's lives as stakes.

This was the homespun cloth Zhou Sining had just bought at the market—the kind woven by hand at home. It was stiffer than cotton and lacked vibrant colors, so she had picked a bolt of navy blue, which was about ten meters long.

The voices in the council chamber rose again, shifting from discordant to uniform, until finally, only a single sound echoed through the hall.

This was her first visit since recognizing her kin. Servants had already run ahead to inform Prince Yong and the Princess Consort.

Du Li was not familiar with Lu Xingran, so there was naturally nothing to say. Besides, Du Li was cold by nature, so she kept her eyes fixed on the road while driving, with no intention of striking up a conversation with Lu Xingran.