Day Forty-Six of My Brother Loving Me Too Much

The other steed was pure white and immaculate, wreathed in perpetual holy flames of light, its pitch-black eyes holding the proud and overwhelming aura of one who looks down upon the entire world.

Yet as Chen Feng walked on, his anxiety grew heavier. This place felt as though it would stretch on for all eternity. Could it truly be, as the old man had said, an endless mountain range?

This fiery fist was immense, measuring over four thousand meters across, composed entirely of burning red flames and imbued with an invincible might. It scorched a massive hole straight through the air, magnificent and monstrous in scale.

Having endured such upheaval, not only the wedding procession, but even Princess Jianning had perished outside the walls of Kunming. Wu Sangui was left with no path of retreat, save for raising the banners of rebellion. Moreover, Wu Sangui harbored a hatred for Kangxi so profound that he longed to immediately lead his grand army marching straight into the capital, hacking Kangxi into ten thousand pieces.

As for the second matter, it was his unreachable soaring into the heavens, striving to fly out into space and leave the Rubik's Cube Planet far behind.

Ma Ruixuan's influence was strictly confined to the provincial capital. If Ma Jiaxiang issued a strict command, even if Ma Ruixuan's subordinates managed to locate Sister Lan, and Ma Jiaxiang ordered them to keep their mouths shut and never reveal her whereabouts, then no matter how long Ma Ruixuan searched—even for another decade—he would never find Sister Lan.

After he departed, Qian Donglai immediately let out a long breath, a profound and helpless sense of defeat washing over him.

Although many people were aware of this operation, Xu Huizu had still taken numerous strict security measures. Before the action commenced, not a single person was permitted to leave the military camp. Even if there were Japanese informants within the ranks, there was simply no opportunity for them to convey this intelligence to Tsubaki Toyota.

However, by this point, the potency within it had been nearly exhausted. The hook-nosed man's expression darkened, and with a swift motion, he condensed another palm print, effortlessly shattering the weakened crescent sword qi. He then cast a chilling, venomous glare toward Lin Chen.

"Yuan Biao, it seems your Yuan family has spared no effort for this Golden Luan Feather Garment, even prompting the head of the Yuan family to attend in person," Lan Lian said coldly.

Min Guo raised her face, looking at the Empress Dowager in sheer disbelief. Such a momentous affair had been effortlessly trivialized, twisted in the span of a turned hand into mere petty striving for momentary favor on Qingxi's part.

Having listened to Tubulihua's harrowing account breaking down the situation, the ministers and generals inside the royal tent broke out in cold sweat. If Tubulihua's words were even remotely true, Liangzhou would likely never be conquered.

Lifting a cup of wine, she offered it with a smile to Mofan, before serving the cups one by one to Minghong and the others.

Lin Feng scoffed inwardly, thinking to himself: How much money you spend is none of my damn business; I've got my hands full worrying about whether I even have any.

"Still spacing out, are you?" Landis dealt the youth a resentful whack on the back of his head. Ignoring whether his pain was genuine or feigned, amidst the boy's mournful wails, she dragged him unceremoniously toward the deeper recesses of the grand hall.

"Very well, Lord Xu, please rise. Look, aren't we discussing it right now? Of course I will handle things properly, rest assured!" Lin Feng consoled him.

Upon catching sight of Fang Guohuan and Luo Kun's bewildered expressions, the sailor furrowed his brow and scrutinized the two men closely. Suddenly, he broke into a knowing nod and smile, turned on his heel, and hurried back toward the hold.

Standing within the frozen spatial realm, Emperor Shitian's cold, indifferent expression remained entirely unchanged, save for his long hair drifting softly in the wind.

He had originally expected the old man to point out the actual criminal, but to his utter dismay, the elderly grandfather was pointing directly at Jiang Changbin, who was walking toward them. Hu Qiang could only offer a helpless, wry smile and shake his head.

Yet Daoist Hongjun remained completely unmoved. Judging by his calm expression, which betrayed not a hint of surprise, he had clearly anticipated that the Roc would raise endless objections and procrastinate.

Beneath his eyes, like melting spring snow, inexplicable emotions flowed. The tear mole at the outer corner of his eye lifted with the curve of his gaze, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

The birdsong, fragrant blossoms, and celestial paradise-like scenery instantly shifted into a desolate, lifeless desert.

The leading man was dressed in black casual wear, possessing thin lips and a mean, pinched visage. His face radiated undisguised anger—unmistakably Young Master Qin.

He would definitely have to keep a tighter watch on his medicinal herb garden from now on. What if she really managed to sneak in and pillage it one day? How terrible would that be? Would life even be worth living for him then?

Cooking? What was the meaning of this? Could it be that they were captured and dragged back merely to cook for them? This bizarre explanation surfaced in her mind.

Now she was determined to destroy the Ji family, destroy Ji Yuning, and destroy Zhou Ping, no matter what the cost might be.

Li Mochuan had originally intended to make a move, planning to snatch the Blazing Spirit Talisman right out of Shangguan Yun's hand to study it.

She wanted to look down upon Li Mochuan from above, to witness a look of regret dawn upon his cold, indifferent face, and ideally, to have him kneel at her feet and beg for her forgiveness.

Looking into Wang Hao's eyes, for some inexplicable reason, Li Hongxiang felt a surge of unshakeable confidence, prompting him to naturally and blindly trust Wang Hao's judgment.

Snow-clearing operations typically began in the dead of night. By the time the first rays of sunlight blanketed the earth, the soldiers were already hard at work on the front lines of snow removal. Clad in thick cotton-padded coats and heavy gloves, armed with shovels, brooms, and other tools, they embarked on their arduous task. Amidst the biting wind, their figures appeared resolute and powerful.

Legend had it that the head of the Yu family possessed exceptional capabilities, a razor-sharp business acumen, and an acutely sensitive grasp of investment trends.

Jiang Le gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She genuinely couldn't appreciate such a fragile, weakling of a man; she certainly wasn't a member of the looks-obsessed association.

Emperor Jiajing was actually quite curious about what that house-tall giant furnace was used for, and trailing behind Zhang Yang with eager curiosity, he approached the side of the furnace.

This prompted him, too, to raise his gaze toward the night sky. He looked at the twinkling stars, and gazed upon the celestial bodies wreathed in white radiance.