Volume 1, Chapter 64: Show It to Me

Xu Jiayun’s eyes rolled. He lowered his hand and pressed down on Yang Muling’s hand, shaking his head slightly to signal her to listen first.

That crisp sound struck everyone’s hearts like a heavy hammer, and the coldness and killing intent piercing through every single word made their bodies tremble involuntarily.

However, just as he attempted to move and subdue Ye Lingxi, a sharp pain struck his brain, preventing him even from gathering his spiritual energy.

Right, Xiao Yuxin must have discovered this, otherwise she would never have insisted on taking away Mo Ning’s body. Since the power had already been extracted, why did Xiao Yuxin still want to take Ninger’s body?

She kept tugging at her skirt down to the top of her thighs. To avoid wasting time, she simply tied her long hair up casually. After taking quite a while, just as she was about to turn around and head out, she turned sideways and saw Shen Shilin leaning casually against the doorway, wearing black trousers and a white polo shirt.

Upon hearing Gu Yingdeng’s words, Qiu Ze pressed the blade closer against my neck by a fraction. I felt a warm, gentle liquid trickling down my neck.

"Ning'er, no! The puppets are no match for them!" Seeing that Mo Ning had rushed forward regardless of her own safety, Shi Kai immediately accelerated and chased closely behind her.

Mu Zirui sat back down in her seat, the smile on her face undiminished. Her beautiful eyes shimmered with a dazzling light as her slender, fair fingers stroked the rim of her teacup.

The couple Xiang Wu immediately drove to the residence of Master Qiao. Honestly and straightforwardly, they explained the truth of the matter to him, begging him to help them and ask the Fairy of Spirits to forgive them.

The servant girls in the courtyard only knew that Qingyan had left, but had no idea why; Xianglan was no exception.

When the final notes of flowing streams and lofty mountains faded away, rapturous cheers and applause burst forth from the entire audience. It won the Empress immense prestige, and the Crown Princess also stepped down with a confident and proud expression.

"You two, leave. This matter has nothing to do with you in the first place." Elder Huang gazed ahead, speaking directly to the Black and White Impermanence. His tone carried an unyielding determination, resolute to the point of death.

He handed a list to Zhuge Chen, instructing him to gather these items in the shortest time possible, then told Wu Yue to prepare boiling water. Next, he gave her a prescription to have the medicine filled at the Youmingtang Clinic, telling her to brew it early.

The damage from the heavy blow wasn't even the highest, but the three consecutive successful critical hits on weak points instantly finished off the fox.

The pain and despair on Yang Tian's expression reminded Professor Guo of a medical student with exceptional talent three years ago who couldn't become a true doctor because she was afraid of seeing blood. Back then, she had worn that exact same expression of pain and despair.

Clearly, the meaning behind this horn was extremely important. Loud and urgent, it most likely meant that enemy forces had arrived, or else the people inside the tent wouldn't have been in such a panic.

Feeling the smooth and tender texture beneath his hands, how wonderful it would be if he could hold this every day!

Pushing the door open and entering, he found an elderly man in a red robe sitting limply in the middle.

Fang Yi could be certain that he should definitely buy a lottery ticket later. Because this pebble had accidentally struck a middle-aged uncle.

The implication could not be clearer: Nangong Yi'er did not love Prince Xian. Xue Qingcheng seemed to heave a sigh of relief; this gave him an extra sliver of winning odds, and his mood instantly brightened.

As the feudal princes made their way toward the imperial palace, the founding meritorious officials of the Great Ming had already begun preparing gifts, changing into court attire, and setting out from their respective estates toward the imperial city.

In the past, His Majesty wasn't like this; he had a decisive plan for everything. Someone as formidable as Prime Minister Hu Huaiyong was dealt with the moment he said so, cleanly and without any hesitation.

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and first went to check the switch on the wall by the door. She pressed it a few times with no response, figuring it must be broken.

Yet right at the critical juncture of the third year of high school, he received news about his parents once again—news that could potentially alter the course of his destiny.

Sensing something was amiss, Jiang Song pushed him aside and opened the door herself, but by the time she pushed it open, the figure in red had long since vanished without a trace.

Noticeable changes flickered across Gao Yuan's expression, causing Zhao Qian some inner trepidation. She shot him a sideways glance and turned to leave.

During the period when Bai Ming was away, Mei had picked it up and flipped through it, finding that the content had long since exceeded the syllabus.

After all, Jie Jin held the power of life and death over Jiaozhi, and was also its supreme commanding official.

Li Jinglong raised an eyebrow, signaling to Yu Zaoyun that she could speak her mind, and instantly everyone's attention focused on her.

Originally, when passing through Anshui County, she had hesitated over whether to visit the He family. Since the He family members were also Blood Dragon Guards, she had wanted to ask them about their relationship with Yunshui County. However, out of apprehension toward the Anxi General's estate, she ultimately abandoned the idea of visiting.

"Senior, could it be that if we place Bai Yu inside, he will recover?" Zhang Sanfeng asked excitedly.

"Damn it, being possessed by a ghost is so freezing." Zhang Sanfeng moved his arms around, realizing he was still entirely in control of his own body.

"It's been restored, but not completely. Presumably, the other party tampered with the airport's system," Xiao Zhe replied.

Judging by the voice, Qiyue truly didn't recognize who it was. Even though she had interacted with Leng He before, three years had passed after all. Three years could dull many memories, and back then Leng He rarely spoke anyway—Qiyue had even thought he was mute until he suddenly uttered a sentence that startled her greatly.

One must know that borrowing power through resonance is common in array formations, but rare among unprepared cultivators. Some large sects made their disciples live and eat together just to cultivate mutual understanding, yet even then very few could achieve this unless they were twins born with telepathic connection.

Hongjun could no longer figure it out. If Wangjue knew they were coming today, how would he divert their attention? Assuming this place really was the stronghold of the flower demons, he couldn't just uproot the entire Peony Garden on short notice.