Volume 1, Chapter 33: You Aren't Picking on My Daughter, Are You?

Ma Teng was a man of impressive stature, standing eight feet tall, with no fewer than fifty thousand fierce soldiers under his command—and this was only because he held the single territory of Xiliang. If he could occupy the entire Liang Province, Ma Teng was confident he could recruit two hundred thousand troops within three years. At that point, who in the world could stand against him?

"You... do you really want to go back?" Gradually, he regained his composure and, noticing Fei'er lying there with a look of desolation, subconsciously approached her.

"Brother Qilin, what is wrong? Why are you so unhappy?" Muxue asked, watching Qilin’s solemn expression with concern.

The Emperor felt a surge of irritation upon hearing this. Hmph, you old fool, the item is in my hands now; do you intend to throw me into prison? What... what are your true intentions?

She could not understand why Jiang Ziwei and Qiao Chuyan would both, one after another, be willing to turn the business world of Nancheng upside down for her sake.

Looking at the familiar, nightmarish face before him, Emiya Kiritsugu pulled the trigger amidst desperate screams, just as he had over a decade ago, without a moment’s hesitation.

Once, she had only thought of suppressing Lin Cangming at every turn, reserving the best and most superior life for her own sons, but what was the result?

However, even at such a time, neither the Empress Dowager nor the Empress summoned the Crown Prince, who had long been closing his doors to visitors, into the palace.

There is a common saying among the people of the Tang nation: "To look at a mountain is to run a horse to death." I have now deeply grasped the essence of this phrase. Places in these mountains that look close by are, in reality, far more distant than they appear once you actually set out to reach them.

Timber resources can be exchanged for grain seeds and fertilizer at the Town Hall; all the villagers need to do is select a patch of fertile land and plow it.

Lady Li, who had been squatting outside, heard such a commotion within the room that she could no longer remain there.

The mandate of heaven grants imperial authority, yet for over a decade, the Great Zhou imperial family has acted against the natural order, inciting the wrath of both heaven and the people.

The Ice Emperor Divine Phoenix Flame flickered in the air for a long time, its flames and icy aura roiling, until it finally let out a mournful cry and bowed its head in defeat.

In his dreams, a beautiful voice had been calling out to him. He wanted to keep sleeping, but he felt constantly drawn toward that sound.

It was just that Jing Zhongyue was a powerful martial artist and a lord of his generation, so he overwhelmed Yun Zhonghe in terms of sheer presence.

He had even done such things himself, but when others did it to him during battle, it truly made him feel furious.

It seemed that things were exactly as he had feared: this ghastly thing did not originate from the resentment of the Seven-Orifice Wood God, but was an evil entity from the Soul-Devouring Abyss.

Amidst the immense grief of his army and the tear-filled eyes of countless men, Jing Zhongyue ordered another two thousand troops to be disbanded, and stripped them of their armor and weapons.

All means of communication were severed from the outside world; this was something Qin Jin had done specifically to ensure the situation here would not be leaked.

But how could she... Sifeng was not surprised by her presence in the palace, but rather that she would appear on the side of Prince Ning.

"You, servant of three masters, how dare you lecture me! Wah!" Zhang Fei grabbed his serpent spear and charged toward Lu Bu.

The weather had indeed turned that night. While they were struggling indoors, a sudden flash of lightning tore through the sky and streaked across the window, followed by the rolling thunder that was not uncommon in midsummer.

"What is going on here?" Village Chief walked in with a smile, having heard Qin Jing's voice from outside.

Hua Li, full of excitement, went to the second floor. She intended to ask the boss about buying her freedom, as Yang Lian had promised to help her just a short while ago.

"It's nothing, let's go." Prime Minister Bai immediately regained his focus, secretly reminding himself that he must investigate this matter thoroughly later.

Recalling the days of the past and comparing them to the present situation, Cai Yan could not help but feel a faint, lingering sadness.

"Your Highness, Princess, we have arrived, but..." Looking at the scene before them, even Ye Feng, who was rarely moved, could not help but turn his head away.

When Wei Zhuang handed him the Star God Token, he had already wiped his own information from it. This meant the token was now ownerless; as long as he dripped a drop of his blood onto it and bound a wisp of his soul to it, he would become its master.

Cao Ruoxi could only sigh and instruct her to take a bath and then return to her own room to sleep.

"The 'Bad Angel' is Chi Heng's business; don't you go around here throwing your weight around!" Tian Mengya said, feigning composure.

In the lobby, many people gathered around us, pointing and whispering.

Canghai Yixiao immediately produced a pile of items to trade with Qi Chisu. Qi Chisu took a casual glance and immediately understood the value of the materials; many were rare items that were impossible to find on the market. This Canghai Yixiao was quite capable after all.

Inside the Tan Mansion, which had been uninhabited for a long time, the furniture and decor were completely free of dust. It seemed someone came by often to clean. Chu Yun, being sensible, did not go to the guest rooms but went straight into Jiang Jinyan's large bedroom.

"I cannot stop others from insulting me. If they want to curse, let them. The mouths are on their faces." I said, munching on fruit and watching TV, indifferent.

With that, Long Qingjue turned to leave without looking back. Leng Ran hurriedly grabbed him, her body trembling violently.

Long Qingjue's cold voice came from behind. Qingxiu turned around tremblingly to see Long Qingjue holding Leng Ran, with Mu Feng beside him, staring at him with cold, piercing eyes.

On the way home, Cao Ruoxi drove steadily. Although she did not own a car, she had obtained her driver's license during college. There was a Beijing Hyundai at home, but she was never the one to drive it. Her driving skills had been honed during her frequent business trips.