Volume One, Chapter 51: The Concubine of Marquis Wen'an

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Lin Feng glanced at Feng Lin in surprise. Despite all he had said, his words about the gravekeeper were pitifully few. The four of them hid behind the Galechaser beast, while Zhang Yue stood shielded like a mountain, bracing against the barrage of heavy arrows. Xi Xinzhou lowered his head to look at Song Jinli, who had always left a good impression on him, even though she had appeared midway and snatched the joint cooperation spot he had long desired.

“We still have to thank Brother Yue for his protection,” the three said again to Zhang Yue. If not for him blocking those four heavy arrows—attacks from a third-tier archer skill—it would have been impossible for ordinary second-tier professionals to withstand. Shen Mitang also stepped back; the place was bustling with people, yet she hadn’t expected to encounter a man she’d rather not see.

“Miss Lin, you’re too much. I merely expressed my true feelings, and yet you tried to take my life?” Bai Qin feigned anger. Sun Zhuo once again held the FMVP trophy in his hands. This was his second, and though he was no longer as excited as last year, he was still thrilled—he had almost missed out on the award.

The cosmic server of the Werewolf Clan had been unearthed by the Human race; only some cleanup remained. The battles against the Werewolf Clan were over. Without the treasure suppressing the wolf aura on him, or if he let his true form slip by accident, even without Xia Zhen’s intervention, that mottled horse would likely have been the first to kill him.

The eunuch guarding the palace gate had followed Zhao Lingyun long before she ascended the throne. He was quite familiar with Yue Qianming and his companions and was no longer surprised by the whispers and occasional bursts of laughter from the room. It had been a long time since the sovereign had been this happy.

Before leaving, Zongzheng Cheng shared a lingering, affectionate gaze with Yun Chujing; their eyes intertwined with an indescribable sweetness. Given the circumstances, Sun Shangxiang knew she had to leave and reluctantly accepted the outcome for the time being.

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Yun Chujing insisted on analyzing who benefited and who acted, which, from Mu Luo’s perspective, was not without reason—but one question remained puzzling.

Bejita was also quite surprised that Latiz could defeat Nappa. However, Bejita remained the ruthless villain who cared little for the lives of his subordinates or clansmen, so he was indifferent to whether Nappa lived or died.

No one could say for sure whether this world was truly a spherical planet, but one thing was certain: neither the Red Earth Continent nor the Grand Line and the Calm Belt were products of a normal spherical world.

Yet such a bloodline breakthrough was quite different for this ant queen’s tribe; it was a rarity, a truly difficult feat.

It turned out this area was once economically prosperous, but due to war and the contraction of the Lelang Commandery’s power, it had become a haven for all manner of bandits.

After Su Hang gave the order, he turned and entered another hall, where the Howling Sky Dog was feasting with Kong Zhan.

“Ma Yi is still alive; everyone else is dead,” Inujirou bowed his waist even lower. An Bei Jinshan grasped his graying hair in frustration, speechless.

Qin Nuannuan withdrew her gaze and looked again at the mutated leaf in her hand, tracing a mark on it before drawing a checkmark.

Qing Yun was also very innocent; her vulnerable expression was alluring, and her unguarded state even more so.

Fortunately, Su Mu had a discerning eye and immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of Guo Jing and Liu Wuji.

Returning home for real and seeing everything familiar, past hardships surged up in an instant. Having faced life and death, some feelings were truly beyond words.

Speaking thus, he hurriedly took out a strange device from his pocket and aimed it at Yi Ming and Meiyali, then at Aini and Marian, and finally at Bellroga.

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"Genius," Lin Yuner could only widen her eyes in admiration, though Jiang Junhao disliked being called that.

The northern Turkic grasslands suffered a pest infestation and began incursions before winter even set in. Emperor Wei received urgent military reports from the governor of Xuantu Commandery and the border generals multiple times over an eight-hundred-li stretch. At last, this feeble emperor was pulled from his pampered indulgence and began attending court to discuss state affairs.

“You child…” Miao Yilin gently stroked her forehead. “Why do you look at me with such an expression? After so many years of friendship with Third Brother, of course I want to be the first to congratulate him on finding his beloved.”

Perhaps this would be the perfect chance to uncover the truth... Zhang Yijun thought as he bent down to pick up the strip of black cloth, tightly binding it before his eyes.

Shaolin monks demonstrated various martial arts skills to the Great Zhou emperor, including Shaolin staff formations and blade formations—group combat exercises for battle. Guo Zongxun was very pleased.

Having turned the page on this chapter, Zhao Pu realized that in this lifetime, he was probably destined to serve the Zhao family only as a senior advisor.

Yet at this very moment, Ye Xinyan’s heart was in turmoil. She didn’t know why Jiang Li had found out, and for a moment, she was at a loss.

Moding repeatedly refused and transmitted telepathically, “Master, they are now extremely wary of me. I will go spy on the news immediately.” Beiliang Yang sneered and cut off the transmission.

At this time, Li Zhongjin, Qian Mao, and others still did not know that Prince Guo Zongxun had already ascended the throne in Kaifeng.

“Submit to fate—I am the true master! I am the true god!” He laughed uproariously, utterly arrogant.