Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Grand Princess Lodges a Complaint

However, he had no intention of letting Murong Xue off so lightly. Every soldier who had perished in this war deserved to be comforted, and these hundreds of thousands of lives could not be sacrificed in vain. Whitewashing the situation to maintain a facade of peace was utterly out of the question. If reasoning with Murong Xue failed, he would not hesitate to resort to extraordinary measures.

Although it was merely an act of self-torture, it had revealed numerous flaws. The Emperor was so shrewd that he surely must have guessed the truth from the very beginning.

At this thought, Shen Ke was overcome with a wave of panic. She bolted upright from the sofa, and upon catching sight of her handbag, lunged toward it.

Ding Yin cast a sidelong glance at Mo Ran. Fortunately, Mo Ran did兴 not harbor any ill feelings toward the General's Estate because of Ding Jiuqi's abruptness.

Shen Mingxuan insisted on helping Lin Chuxian dress. Left with no choice, Lin Chuxian could only agree. Nowadays, she was like a one-year-old child, requiring Shen Mingxuan to worry about her every single action.

Yet no matter how reluctant Ding Jiuqi was, she ultimately had to follow behind Ding Yin as they entered the grand hall, racking her brain for an excuse to slip away.

Standing to the side, Ruyi covered her mouth to stifle her sobs, watching as the imperial physicians filed in one after another. Everyone stepped back to clear a path for them to diagnose Huangfu Rou.

"He Ziyi." Her look of terror instantly dissolved into extreme grievance. With a low, tearful sob in her throat, she reached out and tightly embraced the young and handsome police officer.

"Haha, I'm the boss. With so many brilliant talents like you working for me, do I really need to go around pointing fingers and meddling?" Old Jiang couldn't help but reply with a touch of humor.

"Welcome, everyone, to this press conference. I am confident that you will feel it was well worth your time, for you will be the very first to know this tremendously good news," Premier Zhou said with a smile, already picturing the dumbfounded expressions that would soon appear on everyone's faces.

This remark made Daoist Qingqiao's expression turn extremely ugly. Having always stood on a pedestal, revered and respected by his disciples, when had he ever been spoken to in such a manner?

The further I wrote, the more problems surfaced. I kept trying to remedy them, but I never found a good solution, and more and more friends drifted away.

Hearing his codename, a man in a tailored suit stood up with a very calm expression.

Two of the policemen looked toward Yu Qianyang again and immediately lunged forward, preparing to pin him to the ground.

Meanwhile, the moment the Chinese personnel entered the frontline positions, they received word that the enemy had been deployed, and various weapons had already locked onto them.

Tanks rolling across the ground and armed helicopters hovering in the air pressed forward wave after wave, closing in relentlessly on Mercer.

Thanks to this enthusiastic netizen's popular science explanation, more people came to understand that this boss was not simply trying to hitch a ride on trending topics.

Compared to the corpses of those with a strength of at most Tier 2, the skeleton soldiers transformed from the soul fires of these half-demon corpses above Tier 3 were indeed vastly superior in power. During their formation process, they even began evolving in the direction of skeleton archers and skeleton warriors.

"You have grown very powerful. I sensed a presence similar to my father's—though still weaker, the divine spark has already appeared, holding infinite possibilities!" Haitiantian was dumbfounded; a genius of this caliber was simply shocking. It was her first time witnessing such a thing.

Having just finished her tasks and preparing to head over to Su Xiaoxiao's room to probe the situation, she suddenly heard the sound of a flute. Following the music, she saw Su Xiaoxiao and Jiang Ziyuan sitting together in the pavilion.

Huai Yi had originally wanted to tag along, but firstly, Lin Wan'er had no intention of bringing him, and secondly, having just quarreled with Fu Fu, rushing to leave now would make him look like he was afraid of her.

"This little thief actually tried to peek at an old fogey like me." Huang Banxheng scratched his buttocks, unhooked the wine gourd from his waist, and took a hearty gulp.

By the time Feng Feichi's carriage stopped in front of the door and he bent down to step out, he saw these two massive, menacing figures aggressively brandishing their clubs inward. Before he could even set foot on the steps, they had already struck a thoroughly unwelcoming pose.

Recalling the assassination attempt just last night, security around Su Xiaoxiao's residence today was bound to be heightened, so she had not brought any weapons with her.

Was he unhappy with the clothes she bought? Yet he had calculated that, based on Lian Jin's tastes and aesthetic, the attire she liked wearing most should be precisely this kind of loungewear.

Those three aliens did not cause any commotion. Newborn aliens had appeared in other places as well; some of the fiercer ones were directly shot dead, while others, bewildered and still unaware of their current situation, were bound hand and foot and sent off to Marquis Quan's research institute.

Six million in cash was packed into six leather suitcases, and even the vehicle assigned to escort Shen Bai away had already been prepared.

The fatty blinked, feeling as though some deeper meaning was being implied here. After all, a skiff was a boat, but how could a boat be sailed up to the moon?

After watching the Ministry of Magic personnel completely withdraw, Dumbledore strolled casually into the shop Zhang Heyang had newly acquired. With a flick of his wand, he conjured a chair out of thin air and sat down, his posture while pouring tea resembling that of an ordinary old codger, stray drops of black tea splashing onto and staining his beard.

"Audacious! What kind of reckless madman are you! How dare you act presumptuously in the presence of the Seventh Prince!" The Seventh Prince's eight personal armored guards rushed forward as well, raising their Divine Abyss sabers aloft with an imposing aura, surrounding the several soldiers tightly in the center.

Rather, it was more accurate to say that this was merely the One Hundred and Seventh Imperial City, not located in any of the prominent front regions. Otherwise, hundreds of millions of General-rank beings truly wouldn't amount to much.

Chen Xuanwen's gaze was fixed intently on the needle tip in Cheng Yang's hand. He breathed heavily, the muscles all over his body bulging at a visible rate, to the extent that the veins beneath his skin could be clearly seen standing out.

Through the thick door, faint sobs could be vaguely heard from inside the room, accompanied by the sounds of striking and rumbling through cabinets and boxes.

Swordsman Piercing the Nine Heavens only felt a sharp pain erupting from the center of his brows, as though his entire skull had been split in two.

Yet, even so, the monster seemed completely oblivious to it. After hacking through the branches, it lunged ferociously toward Sha Biliang.

Although Qi Chu had not said anything along the way, Lanting sensed that his young master would likely lower his pride to plead with the Venerable Chunxin for his sake. He did not wish to see Young Master Liuguang bow his head to others.