Before dinner, would you like a taste of me first?

"Uncle, I'll hang up for now and we can chat later."

The moment the nominal white-moonlight first love of her current body pushed open the door and entered, Sang Fuying almost subconsciously cut off the call.

On the other end, Sang Yao stared at the abruptly darkened chat interface. The cold blue light of the floating screen reflected in his lonely pupils, and a wave of bitterness slowly welled up in his heart.

As soon as Yuan Hejing arrived, Yingying stopped paying attention to him.

In the future, would there be another Yuan Feiye, or even—

Linger and Xiang Zhuang followed into the spacious hall, and upon entering, they saw Lady Yu lowering her head to wipe her treasured sword.

The maidservant donated the prepared incense candles and lamp oil to the temple, and Lady Yuan knelt piously before the Mother of Mount Tai in prayer. For four consecutive years, she had come to burn incense and pray for a son. Yet, with still no news, a sense of despair began to take root in her heart.

Amidst the torrential rain, an imposing host of men in black ran in neat, uniform strides, arriving one after another in front of the Maybach.

Mu Ran let her hand holding the letter drop limply. What was wrong with her? It seemed as though her fighting spirit was entirely gone. Was it simply because of her age? Mu Ran smiled self-deprecatingly; indeed, once people grew old, they simply longed for stability.

The two conversed for a full three hours, ultimately deciding that Sima Jing should fake his death and remain in hiding. Once his wings were fully grown and he possessed the capability to protect himself, they would welcome him back to the capital.

This was undoubtedly good news for Xiang Yu, as his main army combined with the feudal forces totaled four hundred thousand men, making the defeat of Liu Bang seem like no difficult task. It was just that he disliked the sneaky demeanor of the emissary, so he merely gave a perfunctory response and sent him away.

"How about this then, I'll go with you!" Lin Xuefei still wanted to curry favor with Wu Liang's family.

She ran southward, and two or three li away, amidst the cold moonlight, Brother Ling supporting Cousin Shen came into her view. Cousin Shen was clutching his left arm, his expression one of agony.

Linger was dressed in a snow-white robe, her figure resembling a wisp of pure white mist as she suddenly drifted before the Matchmaker of the Moon.

"Drag him out and lock him in solitary confinement for ten days." Before that strange-sounding soldier could finish speaking, Ye Ying's gaze, as cold as a sharp blade, swept over him, and she shouted sternly.

She was in the wrong tonight. She had clearly thought everything was over, that she and Feng Xuanyu would never cross paths again, but now that he was injured, she still could not bring herself to leave him to his fate.

An even more bizarre scene unfolded. The bloody figure began to struggle frantically, as if trying to break free from some invisible shackle, yet remained fixed in midair, utterly unable to move.

Lin Feng calculated the distance, feeling that the time was right for detonation, and pressed the remote control firmly.

Before the red mutant parrot could finish reading, many nobles angrily rebuked it. Liu Zaihujiu's pupils constricted, a murderous glint flashing through his eyes. Liu An remained nonchalant, a smile still gracing his face as he lowered his head to converse softly with An Dehai, acting as though he was completely unaware of the commotion here.

"That friend of yours, the one surnamed Shui, hasn't woken up either, but his complexion is fine," Wen Lexi said.

General Xue had passed away, and Xue Lan had lost his mind; there was no use in keeping up the deception any longer. Magistrate Mo trusted Chen Rongfeng's character and poured out the whole truth to him.

Yet now, the range of space warships had expanded a thousandfold, and the emergence of new-type energy weapons had swept all close-combat weaponry into the dustbin of history.

Wen Lexi had someone tidy up a soft bedding, warmed with incense, and brewed some bird's nest soup, allowing Lu Luo to eat her meal and finish a cup of the broth.

The sounds of battle at the entrance grew increasingly fierce. The sea guard showed no intention of retreating; it seemed they were locked in an intensely matched struggle.

The New Year had passed, and spring on the capital star arrived somewhat later than usual. Although it had not snowed since the New Year, the weather remained overcast, mirroring the current aura of this country, this planet, and this city.

Regarding the River Styx suddenly casting the Chaos Clock into the South Heaven Gate, the Great Emperor Ziwei also found it extremely bizarre. Even if the River Styx had long harbored a deep hatred for the Buddhist sect, he never could have imagined that the River Styx would take such a drastic action, leaving the Great Emperor Ziwei momentarily uncertain whether to laugh or cry.