Chapter 47

However, it was not easy to make Nie Sihai explain things clearly. Only through this old man and this particular way of speaking could I set up a stage here and take the initiative to speak.

After pondering for quite a while, he finally decided to buy it first. Although he had no personal use for it, he could use it as a reward for the generals around him. Even though his system lacked a loyalty mechanic, the generals receiving such a treasure would undoubtedly experience a substantial boost in their emotional attachment to him.

Since she had fallen asleep, it was time for him to attend to some serious business. In fact, he had known from the very beginning that Lu Zhiyao’s phone number being blocked and his lost musical composition were by no means a coincidence.

And if they were not lying, there was only one possibility: their memories had been artificially tampered with.

Seeing this scene, Zhusha’s brows furrowed involuntarily. Although the surrounding green trees and sea of flowers were filled with fragrance and rippling like waves, presenting a picturesque landscape, his mood remained somewhat heavy and anxious.

Lin Ze’s gaze followed the movement of Lan Ci hiding the crystal core, and he swallowed instinctively.

As for the order-related issues, as long as they were left for Perin to handle, it would not affect him even if he had other matters to attend to.

Did I hear that right? "Our Duo-duo?" Is this something Xia Haoyu would say? And he even wants me to cook myself? With my clumsy skills, would I even be able to present anything decent?

"Why are you locking me up here? Does Xia Haoyu know about this?" Looking at Hu Yueyue’s expression, a trace of irritation arose in my heart.

Inside the art studio, there turned out to be a life-sized statue crafted from pure gold, shaped to look like a painter.

"A-xiu, sit outside for a little longer. Mom has something she wants to tell you." Zhen Shu was terrified that once her son went inside, he might overhear things he shouldn't hear in her sleep-talking, so she desperately tried to stop him from entering.

"The way you punish me is still a way of punishing yourself." She guided his hand toward her sensitive spot.

Faintly visible, about twenty or thirty disciples of the Dark Nether Palace directly bypassed the room where she was staying and marched forward.

Li Ling’s hands trembled slightly. She looked at Sima Zhen, gazing at that handsome and familiar face.

Today, the crown prince of the Fengling Kingdom’s imperial family was holding a hunt and camped out at the East Suburb Villa. Luo Yunxi received a letter stating that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was waiting for her at the thatched hut near the forest.

However, the chef in the kitchen had actually prepared such a dish for her; she was truly surprised and pleasantly delighted.

Ye Qingluo raised her eyes to look at the black miasma that was still continuously seeping out, relentlessly wrapping around the perimeter of the barrier.

Three years passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Yi’s injuries had healed here, and Su Pan'er had gradually grown accustomed to the local customs and practices, slowly blending into the environment of the locals.

Conversely, if the Soul-Body clan kept investing manpower and material resources in the cosmic battlefield, and even sacrificed many outstanding warriors merely to sustain the lives of other races, it would not actually be cost-effective for the Soul-Body clan itself.

If a certain number of compatriots had not fallen off the cliff, triggering dozens of instances of damage, it would have been impossible to preserve one's life even with a successful parry.

Liu Tian pressed his back against a massive tree as thick as three or four grown men could embrace, his hands gripping the dry bark tightly. Baring his teeth, Liu Tian let out a miserable shriek from the depths of his throat. A brilliantly cyan feather was already embedded deeply into his waist, its sharp point piercing right into Liu Tian's flesh.

The reason Yang Bi took this course of action was because, after just two or three moves, he realized he was simply no match for Yuan Hong. Continuing to fight would only make it harder to find a chance of escape, so he decisively broke away from the battle, harboring even greater resentment toward the fat man.

"Since it's death either way, let's just perish together! Even if after my death the deluge comes, who gives a damn!" Luo Locke chanted this frantically as he looked at the invincible red giant.

At this moment, most of the people in the stands were stunned. No one had expected that Duan Qiu would be the ultimate victor, and moreover, that he would suppress Yehe Huarong throughout the fight.

In this lifetime, Mo Shaosheng had joined the Taishu family's mercenary group. Ying Si had expected fate to change, but he never anticipated that Mo Shaosheng would still end up joining the Phantom Dance Fingertip Fate.

"Young master! The aged master is calling you to have the reunion dinner and enjoy the moon!" At this moment, Yi'er knocked on the door from outside and said.

Seventy or eighty fully armed men, all wielding automatic weapons, arrived at this place in the middle of the night and unleashed a frantic slaughter.

He knew nothing about the internal divisions of the Iron Sword Gang, so playing along casually for now and then asking for guidance on cultivation was the utmost priority.

The emaciated man remained silent, calmly and steadily reaching to the small of his back to draw three plum-blossom throwing darts.

It wasn't until the car roared away that she gathered from these hurried snatches of conversation that someone had come looking for her, and Brother Gui had told them to move her immediately.

It was only when Zhao Yan stood up and walked out that he noticed the ground at the entrance was covered in blood. The newcomers were clearly terrified by all this blood and no one dared to approach any further.

Beside the egg drop soup was a basin of pickled mustard greens cured with coarse salt, slightly boiled, tasting both sour and salty.