Chapter 44

Li Qinglian looked at the two people in front of him, and they instinctively looked back at him. When they noticed that Li Qinglian was not even at the Primordial Spirit realm, they both looked somewhat surprised.

Liu Lang knew that his prophecy might not be accepted by everyone, but he would be satisfied as long as half of the people believed it. The key was whether the other party could trust him.

Although Lin Changhai was already in his fifties and had been confined to a wheelchair for a year, his physique remained extremely robust, not looking like a disabled man in his fifties at all.

The Jiangdong Lu family was also a prominent clan. Before bestowing a marriage, the Sage would secretly inquire about the intentions of both families rather than making a rash decision, because a rejection would be awkward. Of course, as long as the other party was not too inadequate, the proposal was usually not turned down.

"Director Chen, once tomorrow's newspaper comes out, Xianyang will probably be shaken again. This great victory came so swiftly and suddenly that we were completely caught off guard!" Editor-in-Chief Fu An finally freed himself from his busy schedule, holding a teacup as he came to the administrative office to chat with Chen Ping.

Suddenly, a Berserker from the troop stepped forward and sneered at the carriage.

This was also the reason why Guangchen had no desire to roam the pugilistic world or keep in touch with old friends for so many years.

Chen Qingzhi's gaze swept across these eight people. He had never seen these eight Daoists before, but he noticed that their Taoist robes were very similar, appearing to come from the same sect. Moreover, judging from the subtle aura emanating from them, their sect was definitely extraordinary.

"Alright, then it's settled! I'll go prepare the troops first. Once the contract arrives, we'll have to head back!" Morley stood up, ready to leave.

Yet the old master shut them up with a single sentence: Why weren't you envious when Gravel was on the verge of bankruptcy? Why didn't you fight for this position then?

The swaying tower resembled the clock of the Grim Reaper. With its continuous motion, it tightened the hearts of everyone present. They all knew the tower would eventually collapse, yet they could not control their inner anxiety.

Lelouch's troop-building system could avoid disrupting production while rapidly assembling a massive army in a short period of time. This was the true strength of this system.

After finishing his meal, Frank took his mess kit and walked toward a distant stream to wash it. But as he passed the cage holding the griffins, Frank suddenly remembered something. He looked toward the dragon-falcon's cage with slight bewilderment, and then, he smiled.

School food had always been better than home-cooked meals; meat was eaten whenever possible, and vegetables were consumed for the sole purpose of maintaining nutritional balance.

The Yongli Emperor on the high platform wore a gloomy expression. After exchanging perfunctory pleasantries with a few close ministers and scholars for a few cups, and enduring the song and dance a little longer, he hastily excused himself under the pretext of feeling unwell and left the banquet early.

Hearing this, Bai Guangen's heart settled completely. Just as he was about to bow with cupped hands, he suddenly realized something was wrong with those words. Before he could argue, he was casually shoved by the Kuizhou officer into a pile of prisoners and bound with ropes.

Chen Fan was slightly stunned, and then understood why Ma Yiyi behaved with such complete lack of manners and split personality.

Everything seemed so harmonious. The long-lost taste of home made Chen Fan feel immensely happy, and the conversation during the meal revolved around ordinary, cozy household topics.

His gaze moved upward; her perfect figure even made him forget the pain in his palms. Over the years, he had grown utterly sick of Liu Min's strict control and her heavily powdered face.

Naturally, she paid close attention to news related to Moyun. How could she not know about the sensational death of Tianhong Yuntian some time ago?

"So you didn't fake your deaths, nor were you intentionally putting on a show for the Celestial race?" Xiao Fan mused.

Feeling that she had failed the clan, let down the Yun family's ancestors, and wronged her deceased parents in heaven, Consort Xin wept for a while longer before someone else chimed in.

Rare snowlotuses were growing here in a vast patch. Over a dozen snowlotuses were blooming in fierce competition, creating a magnificent sight.

"You just have to say that you like my boyfriend, and I will definitely give him up to you. We are all family, and I don't want to fight with you." Lu Mingzhu phrased it so nicely that Fu Xin was certain Fu Wan would be deeply moved.

A trace of hidden pain flashed through Fan's eyes as he said indifferently, "I don't want to argue with you about what that creature actually is."

"Don't you like dueling with martial arts masters? As for me now, feel free to come at me," Ye Feng said, spreading his hands.

Sitting at the very head of the table was an old man draped in a fur coat, none other than the current head of the Xu family, Xu Maolin.

He never expected to run into conflicts with people from the Heaven-Scrapping Temple here and in such a manner.

Unfortunately, he was a staunch atheist who firmly believed that both he and the criminal he might eventually execute would turn into lifeless organic matter after death, perhaps to be completely decomposed by incinerators or microorganisms someday.

"Grandma." Su Anan was startled by the old lady's sudden grip, but seeing the old lady's amiable smile, she called out softly.

There was no such thing as cremation in ancient times; why would Liu Dog-egg do such a thing? Besides, calculating the timeline, it had only been a single day—without even a wake—and the body was burned directly?

Murong Zhu's gaze became fixed. She knew the Tan family's fate was sealed and that she ultimately could not escape death. Returning to the capital would probably result in an even more miserable end.

If it were just him alone, he could still put up a fight, but with the Dragon Princess also present, he must never let her fall into danger.

Xuan Yi landed behind him, and sure enough, right opposite them was the Xishi Palace. The steps in front of the hall were all crimson gold, and the gullies on both sides were filled with roaring seas of fire, occasionally shooting up tens of feet high with an astonishing momentum. The entire hall blazed with brilliant light, and feeling like she was about to be blinded instantly, she hurriedly covered her face with her sleeves.

After removing his mask, Gu Chengxi casually stroked his cheek with a beaming smile, acting for all the world like a rogue.