Volume 1, Chapter 65: Pr—Pregnant?
As soon as Meigong Xue opened the door, she saw Mei Yanjun and Mei Xianghan walking in. Hongxiu was too late to fabricate a lie that she was asleep and receiving no visitors.
Cold Tarot looked at the unusual Blue Norris, a flicker of doubt passing through his eyes, though he did not press further.
The sound of clashing metal rang out, and Huyan Batian's body was sent hurtling backward, sliding across a distance of ten thousand feet before coming to a halt. Zhuang Jian looked back to see that the body was already battered and ruined. For a puppet of this tier to withstand a single palm strike from Zhuge Xiuyu was already a remarkable feat.
The duel of the seven-day pact was set for tomorrow. Ye Jingfeng's intention was to give the two of them a full day to make thorough preparations for the battle, both physically and mentally.
Gaia had already been injured, and now, subjected to the merciless attacks of Ryls, her injuries were compounded, leaving her in a serious condition.
Along the way, noticing that Lin Peng kept staring at the red longsword in his hand, Ye Jingfeng asked with a smile.
The soldier first gave a salute to Li Hu and then said, "Mayor Li, per superior orders, Gao'an City has entered a state of readiness, and the citizens must be evacuated. This is an order, please review it." With that, he drew a piece of paper from a folder and handed it to Li Hu.
Feeling the torrential energy, the spatial storms churning across it failed to inflict even the slightest damage. Instead, acting like the quenching of a treasured artifact, it forged the already dazzling Spatial Gate into an even tighter and more solid structure, akin to refining a spirit weapon.
The moonlight fell upon the dark figure, revealing a weary and disheveled face—it was none other than Hattori Saizo, who had just finished battling Tu Shu.
Zhuang Jian carefully observed the man in the lead, who was dressed in a dark cyan battle robe with his spiritual energy completely restrained. Only those with perception as astonishing as Zhuang Jian's could sense what kind of ferocious energy lay hidden beneath that battle robe.
Huang Zhong simply refrained from launching active attacks. This only bolstered Lü Bu's confidence. Consequently, Huang Zhong feigned exhaustion once more; after parrying the Halberd of Heavenly Might, he dragged his heavy broadsword along the ground and urged his Ferghana horse to flee.
He could not help feeling overjoyed. The demon incantations of Grand Master Chiyu Xiang were not stored in the main hall; this place was the true repository of scriptures.
Xiao Shensen was a smart person; otherwise, she would not have become an essential researcher at MAR Corporation. She knew what kind of work her husband was engaged in, and she was also well aware of the implications and potential consequences of those actions.
"Ye Tianyu, have you eaten the courage of a bear and a leopard, daring to speak to me like this?" Lin Wushuang's icy voice came through. Although her voice was pleasant, her tone was thoroughly unfriendly.
However, Guan Lei showed not a shred of fear because he held Guan Nianxin in his hands, firmly convinced that Guan Chenji could not possibly do anything to him.
Her secrets were actually laid bare before this man; he had seen right through her, leaving her with no room for argument.
She truly remembered nothing at all; her past experiences felt as though they had never happened. Yet the events of the previous night kept reminding her that she must have an unknown past, perhaps even a sordid one.
Meanwhile, Sister Yun, whose brows bore a trace of fatigue, along with Taoist Liclear, would occasionally answer Li Wen's questions.
For nearly two hundred sects and hundreds of thousands of cultivators dwelling in the four surrounding mountains of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, Jingan City also served as a refuge, a place to pass the time and dispel boredom.
If only I could also have such a powerful and loyal steward guarding my side.
There were spy training courses within the Anbu, but those were completely different from what Meicho displayed before him. Anbu spies emphasized keeping a low profile, going undercover, and seizing opportunities to gather intelligence, whereas Meicho was high-profile, eye-catching, and created opportunities when none existed.