40. The Trouser Mishap

In midair, the air tore open, revealing a black hole, within which appeared my nephew’s face, extending an arm and smiling at me.

I shook my head at Bo Siqiang, expressing my disdain for a man like him, then turned and walked away.

It seemed his life had lacked direction until Cha Xuan appeared, giving him a purpose: to be with her.

On the expensive rosewood bed in the bedroom, Li Tian was riding with all his might. After more than twenty days of abstinence at Qifeng Temple, nearly sixty years old, he was on the verge of injury from restraint. Beneath him, Gong Jingsi emitted occasional moans that pierced the soul.

“Please wait, please wait!” The butler, startled, hurried forward to stop Li Zhishi but was brushed aside with a pull of the arm.

“Enough!” I finally uttered the three words, a chill from the depths of my heart lingering still.

“May I ask what the emperor’s concerns are?” Eunuch Cao, having served Li Yunzhao for many years, began to discern the tone in his words.

Upon hearing this, Chu Yuan was first stunned, then alarmed; recovering quickly, he dared not delay, swiftly bowing to Wen Minyi before rushing toward the back door.

In these three days, more than ten young members of the Spirit Beast Clan had entered the Spirit Domain, seeking to join the guild and follow their revered master.

Young Yin was the desire of my heart, unwavering until death; although Prince Yao Ye bore an identical appearance, he was never Young Yin. Zhuohua vowed never to meet the prince again in this life, to repay Young Yin’s profound kindness in sacrificing himself for Zhuohua’s tribulations.

Moreover, unable to see the skills or discern the boss’s condition, one must test the waters before devising a strategy.

“Heh, still struggling? Such ignorance of death!” Ye Xiangchen had long noticed Han Li’s movements but made no effort to stop him.

“We’ll take a walk over there!” They represented the people in escorting the emperor and queen out, so their absence now wouldn’t cause much stir. After all, toasts were a man’s affair; even if the women shirked responsibilities, no one would mind.

What had just happened was but a fleeting moment; the surrounding warriors had not yet reacted before it was over.

Rushing all the way to the inner sanctum of the territory, the monsters in the west had been cleared at the cost of a sub-branch sacrifice in Dream Return to the Tang.

In truth, Chen Yu’s sword was hard-earned; he nearly lost half his life to his father in a fight over it with the western prince. Thus, he rarely wielded the sword, preferring to solve conflicts with his fists. Few ever provoked him, and fewer still had seen him draw the blade.

I eagerly anticipated level 7 red potions; level 6 could no longer sustain my vitality.

Qiao Xi’an sneered, “If worse comes to worst, I’ll just drag it back tomorrow!” Saying so, he stuffed the item back into the box and strode off.

Sometimes, we comfort ourselves trapped in painful dreams, reminding ourselves it’s only a dream—not to grieve.

Jia Ai smiled bitterly, hesitated, then said, “There is one over three thousand years old, but the price…” “Price is no issue.” Huang Long flicked his hand, producing a crystal card. Jia Ai’s eyes brightened as he glanced at the ring on Huang Long’s finger—a spatial ring?

Over the next month, the iron warship pressed onward almost nonstop, following the course set by the Creator’s compass across the sea.

Within Song Kuangxi’s body, six locks opened in succession; slaps cracked the air, the resulting current making Yi Li’s hair flutter.

“This is a grand formation spell!” Luo Qi and Ye Kehou, seeing the swirling air barrier, turned pale. When had Huang Long set such a formation? Its power rivaled their Thunder Phoenix Mountain’s Myriad Lightning God-Slaying Array.

Fei Si was anxious now; the Spirit King had asked Fei Si to replace Xiao Ye on Zhengyuan Continent, but Fei Si had refused.

Behind her, the disciples of the Crimson Emperor Sect wore faces full of astonishment; even Fu Qingwan’s eyes betrayed a faint trace of surprise.

Though Lu Xiu had once captured the other party in Fusang, and conflicts had ensued, he never imagined Li Wuchen would harbor such hostility toward him.

Lin Tianlian faced his opponent without mercy; twin fire serpents spewed from his spear, claiming lives relentlessly.

“Haha, Ice Poison, now I know what I lacked.” Lin Tianlian laughed wildly, blood spilling as Opium wondered if his head had been cracked.

Branches sprouted endlessly from the tree trunk, leaves emerging like bamboo shoots after rain.

She truly wished to see how the human heart grows. After what had been done to Bai Suzhen, did he feel even a trace of guilt?

The monk behind had already turned, watching her retreating figure hidden among the lush grass and trees, expression impassive, with eyes so deep and pure black they seemed almost without impurity.

Chen Zheng understood well the principle of eradicating weeds down to the root. Having witnessed many wonders of alien technology, he was not eager to encounter more.

Perhaps that was why the old man grew angrier and angrier, cursing more fiercely. Fortunately, someone among the Star Sea troops recognized him, or else the veteran would have long since been torn apart by the garrison soldiers and thrown to the fish.