Chapter 63

Those who had entered the main hall were kneeling at this moment, save for Iron-face and Shadow, the imperial guards who had escorted Li Zhishi, and were able to rise after performing the kowtow.

Beneath the window lay a stone. Pan Jinlian stepped onto it and slowly climbed inside. Despite the aid of the stone, it still took her a great deal of effort before she finally made her way in.

In my view, Xia Haoyu was simply a hooligan; whenever he laid eyes on something he desired, he would try to possess it by any means necessary. This ingrained habit extended to his approach to romance as well.

If Brother Shao were here, he would surely come running to see me. Could it be that he was still at the Earth God Temple?

My pupils dilated rapidly, completely unprepared for the situation to escalate to this point. Time seemed to pause in that instant, and I felt as though I could see the bullet piercing through space, ready to pierce straight through my heart in the very next second.

"Are there really no secret mechanisms or hidden weapons here?" Ouyang Yi felt immensely puzzled... How could that be possible?

"Dammit! How dare they actually scheme against Chen Dong as well? Aren't they afraid he might genuinely be killed by them?!" Even with Zhu Cheng's usually composed demeanor, he could not help cursing in immense fury, causing the surrounding diners to cast curious glances his way.

Zhusha could not help but feel exceptionally bewildered. These people had clearly entered the backyard, yet the moment they crossed the doorway, they had simply vanished without a trace. If that were the case, where on earth could they have gone?

Pan Jinlian watched those hands sweep past her chest, feeling her scalp go completely numb. Her nose felt as though it had been shaved thin by a few inches, sending a chilling sensation right through her.

"Indeed, Sect Leader Zhusha, this time we owe it entirely to your brilliant strategy and divine planning. We can finally consider ourselves completely safe!" The master of the Dream-Weaving Lyre had also swept forward, a broad smile gracing his face.

The armored boar let out a furious roar, unleashing a fierce torrent of flames. As its massive body spun around, its sharp tusks and rugged hide smashed the surrounding stone houses into dust. Its spiked tail lashed about like a whip, striking at the Dou masters on its back who were causing it no more than minor, tickle-like stings.

It was evident that this head of the Bourbon family, Duke Clermont, who was already well into middle age, was entirely a match for any young man in terms of operational skill.

However, once Hu Tutu awakened the memories of the Immortal Fire Furnace, numerous supreme imperial weapons and divine artifacts all sensed her extraordinary uniqueness.

Bai Mo's gaze swept around in a circle and finally landed on Jun Wuxie. With her large, dark, sparkling eyes, she gazed eagerly at Jun Wuxie, simply refusing to speak.

In the main dining hall, the sound of dropped chopsticks and bowls echoed all around. Then, the men lowered their heads one after another, their faces flushing red, yet they could not resist stealing furtive glances over.

Atop the head of that colossal spiritual beast, an ethereal and slender figure stood proudly upright. A violent gale whipped up her snow-white robes, and her raven-black hair streamed wildly in the wind.

Yet what truly made everyone feel that a great catastrophe was descending was the continuous low temperatures and rainfall in the south after the onset of winter, while the north had begun snowing as early as mid-September.

This was, after all, a relief shelter meant to house perhaps a hundred people or so. If an accident truly occurred here, it would be a major disaster.

At the very center of the formation lay an area that could barely be called spacious, and since she herself was not particularly large-stature-wise, it suited her rather well.

Wei Shi, however, kept the pancake fruit that had previously served as bait for himself, keeping the still-warm bag clutched against his chest before tossing it to Wu Jin.

"Wonderful, wonderful! With the Hua family intervening, they will surely be able to save the master." Wang Leshan's joy was palpable.

Originally, the appearance of such an astonishingly gifted genius of defiance in the Wang family should have called for an alliance, but the senior leadership of the Wang family all knew that the death of Wang Chongyang's parents back then had been orchestrated entirely by Elder Wang himself.

The third was the Golden Roc Tai sui, originally a soaring golden roc, who had once rendered great service by slaying the Yin Mountain centipede demon. However, due to his excessive and unbridled ferocity in battle, he had mistakenly injured tens of thousands of common citizens, making his merits insufficient to offset his crimes.

Xue Qingzhu was shocked for a moment. Recovering her senses, she wanted to ask Qin Moshang if she could bypass the proper channels and get an autograph through the back door.

In the parlor, Xue Lingrou took a seat on the sofa the moment she stepped inside. Having been out playing for so long, her entire body ached.

For someone like Jiang Li, the amount would normally range within a few tens or a hundred taels of silver. Two hundred and fifty taels would likely account for half of his entire household's assets.

"I have a little over two hundred here," Qi Hao said, taking his out first, most of which were bills of ten or twenty.

Moreover, if he withdrew after participating in only the first season, it would deal a devastating blow to his reputation and credibility.

"I didn't consider how to face her once the dream ended." He felt rather gloomy; this was simply asking for trouble.

Huan gazed with a complex expression at the two people before him who looked as though they were performing a crosstalk routine. Come to think of it... the name Zhang Zheng seemed somewhat familiar. Lately, it seemed the entirety of Rhodes Island had been discussing matters concerning him.

This was still achieved with the aid of the power of the Throne of Ashes. Without such a power, the Codex of Ashes could never have been materialized.

I did not continue to pay attention to Jianguo Liu, instead turning my gaze to the two objects on the ground: a tracker's transmitter and a large black metal sphere. Looking at the metal sphere before me, I suddenly felt a dull ache in my gut. I had no idea how much this thing weighed, but I knew for a fact that there was absolutely no way I could carry it away with me.

After a long silence, he said, "Tell me! What should I do?" Li Zhengyuan leaned against the wall in defeat and spoke.

In the afternoon, inside the cockpit, Chen Xu was still sitting in the same seat, staring at the screen before him with his eyes sweeping across the time display in the lower right corner.

"Your Highness, none of those Turks have gone to eat. What do you think we should do about this?" The quartermaster found Li Ke, lowering his head as he reported to him.

The lecture lasted all the way until destiny's dawn. Zhang Zheng, upon waking, seemed much more refreshed. Glancing at the empty bed, he saw no reason to linger there; after all, the bedding would need to be changed shortly.

As the chant of "Namo Amitabha" concluded, Yang Zining slowly opened his eyes, looking around at his surroundings in bewilderment.

As long as technology was not an issue, Qingcheng could mass-produce troops, equipping every single one of them with luxury packages. As for himself, such methods were beyond even the capacity of the Thorn Barony to arm.

"I will... or perhaps Sister Luoxue can swap with me right now." Jinyu Tang tugged at Luoxue's sleeve.