Chapter 64: Arrival at the Seventh Star
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Late at night, Sang Yao tossed and turned restlessly, unable to sleep after seeing the chat screenshot Yuan Feiye had intentionally sent to show off. He turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, took out an electronic cigarette from the nightstand, and took a puff.
As the smoke slowly drifted from the corners of his lips, a flash of determination crossed his eyes. He immediately opened the optical computer chat software, his fingers moving rapidly across the virtual screen keyboard to draft a long message.
The general gist of it was that Sang Fuying was still a student, and at—
However, today, when the commoners in Changan City went to the newsstands as usual to buy the latest issue of the newspaper, they found a unique newspaper among the many displayed.
The Ghost Ancestor was truly terrified now. Looking with extreme apprehension at the copper coin Han Yu had retracted, he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. "Isn't this the treasure from that old thief Burning Lamp!" For a moment, his hatred for the old thief Burning Lamp reached the very bones of his marrow.
Though they lacked the dazzling and brilliant radiance of the Inner Qi realm and the Condensing Qi stage, their bodies exuded an undaunted and awe-inspiring aura.
Flipping through his backpack, he found two quest scrolls: one stolen from Jiang Shentong, and the other dropped by Tong Xuan.
Impersonating imperial envoys was a terrible idea cooked up by Wang Haichong. Zhang Qin and Yu Hong had initially been reluctant to agree, fearing they would be punished by the imperial court for treason if the truth came out upon returning to their country. Eventually, they were persuaded by Wang Haichong's glib and manipulative tongue.
He was the only one among the brothers without a steady job. He did some business last year, but hasn't started anything this year yet, feeling utterly bored. The others all had regular jobs, and it was only because today was Sunday that they could all come out to play together.
Flames of war spread across Kyushu and western Honshu in Wa State. The war had progressed to a point that was far more complex than a simple invasion of Wa State by the Tang army.
In the thirty-seventh year of Zhengkang, the Zhou Emperor passed away, and Prince Jin, Gao Xun, ascended the throne, changing the reign title to Qianning. He conferred upon Cheng Xiuning the title of Empress, honored Consort Yi as Empress Dowager, reorganized the imperial court, and granted a general amnesty to the world.
Listening to Yuan Peng's heartfelt and earnest plea, Princess Yuanxi, whose eyes were already brimming with tears, could finally no longer hold back and wept silently, suddenly revealing a fragile side.
Therefore, this matter was put aside for now. Once all the franchise stores finished their renovations and Old Man Tian returned, Rao Mingyang would discuss it with him again.
He had constantly demanded that human cities offer sacrifices and tributes, but in truth, he had all along been feeding them to this cavern. It was only a little over a hundred years ago that he barely met the conditions to enter it once, yet he had only managed to lay his hands on a single treasure before being blasted out by the powerful force contained within the cave.
Yan Feifei got up and rushed toward Shui Xiyin, but was rudely pushed away by the bodyguards, who simultaneously shoved Yan Kaikai onto the bed.
"No, no, haha, a gentleman does not seize what others love. Brother Xuanpeng, please help yourself, I'll just eat these!" Ji Tian waved his hand dismissively.
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"I know, I know." Yan Feifei nodded. She could tell that the elder was making a deadpan joke.
The other party's eyes shone with a lustrous light, as if the entire world had vanished and only this single storage bag remained before them. They had long forgotten that Qin Ming was merely a lowly-status matrilocal son-in-law within their own sect, and had long forgotten that they used to bully him in the past.
"It's fine. There's enough time to pull off a century-wedding, and I'll design a wedding dress for you that hides your belly. It will definitely make you look gorgeous." Grandmother Lu was already looking forward to that day.
Blood flowed past Lin Zi's lips and into her mouth. Lin Zi's originally pale complexion immediately eased somewhat, and an unknown fragrance began to emanate from her body.
They had even agreed on a meeting point in case they were accidentally separated.
"Lian'er, take these two down and treat them well. Don't let them disturb me, understand?" He Junxuan instructed.
At this moment, the rain had stopped. Just like when Jin Youyi first laid eyes on Jessie, even the darkest sky was graced with golden sunshine.
Just then, Zhouzhou appeared out of nowhere, trotted up to her, let out a couple of barks, and then pounced on the slippers by her feet.
"What? Is the Young Master afraid of Tianyao?" Seeing Chen Chen hesitate, Vajra nun looked pleased.
Up until now, neither Lord Zhang's camp nor General Yang's had received any news of the Manchu landing. It was likely that the Manchus intended to completely annihilate us first before landing at their leisure.
Chen Beichen did not speak, merely thinking to himself that these city folk certainly had quite a few sly tricks up their sleeves.
Lu Xiu frowned slightly. He never believed there was any need for communication between him and them. After all, their life forms and ideologies were in absolute opposition. Therefore, the necessity for communication simply did not exist.
"Something's wrong." Several of the consultants were trained subordinates of Lu Xiu. When they went out on assignments, they served as deputy intelligence officers, belonging to the external personnel of the intelligence system.
A faction cannot grow large—aside from a lack of strength—due to flaws in its strategic policies and leadership.
Wu Yingqi's health had always been poor, so he handed the army over to Wu Shicong to command and returned to Kunming to recuperate. Generally speaking, he paid little attention to military and political affairs. However, as Wu Sangui's eldest son, Wu Yingqi still wielded immense influence within the Wu clan. As long as Wu Yingqi lent his support, the success rate of a coup would increase exponentially.
Fifteen years ago, he drifted to Jianghuai and, holding onto a sliver of hope, went to the Dai family to undergo a blood-identification test for ancestral recognition, successfully returning to his clan.
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Originally, Gan Ze had prepared himself to be mentally tortured by Dai Xiaoyu using that divine dream technique.
All the way to the main hall, Gu Yue's face was as dark as ink, and she instantly felt a sudden urge to increase the difficulty of the sect's protective array so that those disciples wouldn't have the leisure to make up wild lies.
That male disciple did not last long either before being directly absorbed. Afterwards, he met the exact same fate.
"Xu Xiaoxiao. It was obviously you who weren't watching where you were going and stepped on my foot. How can you pin what you did onto me?" Gao Meihui was growing anxious as well.
Xu Xiaoxiao walked over, lightly dragging her hand across the sofa as she circled the living room. No one knew what Xu Xiaoxiao was thinking at that moment. After a short while, she spoke in an eerie tone.
While Xuanchong was flying high in the sky, a golden serpent eagle perched on a tree was watching the three of them.
"Without cars, they couldn't have gone far." Chu Ziwei was also astonished; this was entirely illogical.
The calmer his state, the more terrifying he appeared. Qin Ping's eyes revealed fear, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.
Thinking along these lines, his heart grew heated. This time, he only sent two guards in secret to slip into Shajiang County to search for that Liu Xiang. The proprietress would hate him to the bone upon seeing him!
Perhaps Lady Wang would truly be so enraged by the sight of her that she would gasp for breath and die on the spot, giving them something else to talk about.
There was no doubt that Xu Xiaoxiao was a member of Athens Style. Although the staff at Athens Style found something suspicious about the situation, she had no right to question Xu Xiaoxiao's identity—anyone who could enter this room was their god.
"The spiritual energy here is so abundant. No wonder your arts are so powerful, Brother." Yun Jiannian took a deep breath, feeling as though all the stale air in her lungs had been expelled.
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