28. Bread

Though the Peking Lion dog was not large, it was a fully grown animal. While usually extremely docile, it had been pampered and doted upon by the palace servants like a snowball of fluff, making such treatment a habit. Today, having lost its status to a cat, it naturally flew into a fit of jealousy and lost its composure.

"Alright, everyone, let's stop the chatter. The new student, please introduce yourself." Wang Yeping looked toward Lin Sitong, who was sitting next to Tang Nianxi.

It was fate; destiny could not be defied! His subordinates advised Qin Yang to extinguish the flames of jealousy in his heart.

This would never do. If that Qin Ding were to reach his star territory, his position as the Sovereign of Sirius would surely be usurped by him.

In one of the halls of the island in the water, Lei Ming, clad in black, sat with his eyes tightly closed, deep in cultivation.

"Whoosh..." A breeze swept past, and a few leaves from the cliffside drifted by. Li Yunfeng's figure vanished from the mountaintop, as if he had never been there at all.

Long Tian was a man of decisive action. Once he had a goal, he acted immediately. Thus, while the heat of the previous bizarre incident had not yet dissipated, a new rumor emerged within the family.

"That won't do. I am your fiancée, after all. If you neglect me like this, I will tell Third Uncle on you." Tang Nianxi raised the corners of her mouth and narrowed her eyes, feigning deep grievance.

Yun Xiao, Master of the Ghost King Palace, was quite furious upon learning that his ghost general, Di Xiong, had been captured.

"Hmph! Useless thing!" Consort Rui said indignantly. "If I had known you would use such clumsy tricks to deal with Guo Ningxi, I would never have agreed. Do you think she is blind? How could she not tell the difference between a seven-tailed and a five-tailed golden phoenix?" Her tone was filled with frustration at the lack of competence.

The Emperor seemed very tired; he lowered his head to sleep without answering. Prince Duan, possessing great strength, half-dragged the Emperor up and helped him out. I knelt there, my whole body turning cold.

Back at the county office, Zhen Lianlian had already awakened. Seeing him return, she stared at him blankly and asked with disbelief, "Brother Long, are you really the Crown Prince?" Long Xiao did not speak, essentially confirming it.

Seeing this scene, the six half-honored masters of the Shadow Group could not believe their eyes; their worldview was on the verge of collapse.

Chen Ziyue gazed excitedly at the sea of people and the arena, which was large enough to hold a hundred thousand spectators. Yi Xingyun nodded as well. As a member of the younger generation with the cultivation of a half-step sword spirit, he had naturally been following the Three Thousand States Tournament, though it was a pity he had not participated.

But he understood now; when she was in her office earlier, she wasn't entirely mocking him. There was certainly a sense of teasing, but at least a few times, she had genuinely lost her mind.

Now that Jia Qianqian was no longer in Xuancheng, they could attack the city without any scruples. Thus, a grueling and tragic siege began.

At this moment, the space a hundred yards away rippled, and a crack appeared abruptly. From within, a figure shrouded in mist stepped out, impossible to see clearly.

Li Xiang was very concerned about Wang Liying's mind-controlling ocular technique. If they separated, wouldn't it be difficult for him to find her again?

"Good, A-Niu, I will teach you more!" Old Li began his lecture, and A-Niu listened intently. The sea of medicine was vast, and A-Niu truly felt the profundity and breadth accumulated over thousands of years.

"Lingling, if you are bored, you can come to my office. I can chat with you while I see patients!" A-Niu suggested.

A normal person could distinguish between genuine and fake, but he didn't just have those crafts. Exquisite souvenirs and highly realistic imitations were also superb, but that level of "art" didn't cost two thousand—it was ten times that.

Mingyue Town was just an ordinary township. Its sudden rapid development, even with Fengsheng's support, required further investment from the town government.

Among these items, there were certainly treasures like Chaotic Spirit Jade and Chaotic Stubborn Stone, but there were also some worthless things.

"His name is Fu Shaolei; his surname is not Ling at all. Ling Zihan is a fake name he gave himself, and his ID card is also fake. You probably didn't know that, did you?" Gu Yu smirked at Roger.

Hearing his master's roar, the subordinate finally reacted and immediately reached out to grab Xu Mengna.

Even though Xia Qi had built scaling ladders, Yang Hao still had a pile of vicious defensive facilities waiting for them.

Xu Qian sent the alien energy back into Empress Xiao's body, then had it transferred to Dugu Feng, and finally had Dugu Feng channel it into the terrifying, god-like He Clan Jade, creating a continuous cycle.

"What is that?" Lin Zhaolun was stunned for a moment, as were the others. Qian Tao looked at Lin Zhaolun with suspicion, but seeing the genuine confusion in his eyes, he immediately realized this might be a conspiracy.

"A-Yu, I promise I won't leave any traces. You know I have the means for that." Roger did not give up.

The layout inside the house was just as Xiao Wen had felt from the Zhongnan Villa—simple and plain, yet carrying a faint air of spiritual cultivation.

"In that case, Rongrong will see the General off." Seeing Li Yu leave, a hint of loss flashed in the eyes of Rongrong, who had been enjoying their conversation. She did not hold him back; she and Li Yu shared an unspoken understanding and would never make things difficult for him.

The two tidied themselves up before going to the outer room to sit. Xue Limei bolted the inner chamber door from the inside, fearing that any scent might leak out and be mocked by those scoundrels. Only then did she gracefully open the door to invite the gentlemen downstairs to come up and sit.