63 Speaking of Love

Hearing Wang Yan rattle on endlessly like a torrent, Boss Li did not understand every single word, but he heard terms like "kidneys" and "stomach" loud and clear. Remembering just how weak his own body was becoming and how he was unable to satisfy his wife in bed—the two of them had practically gotten into a physical brawl in bed last night—his expression shifted.

The reason was simple: while others had to deliberately try to block the surging wind blades and thunderbolts, he had no such need. Thus, the more formidable the might of the wind blades and thunderbolts, the more advantageous it was for him.

The person who snatched the phone was none other than Fang Dalei. Seeing that someone was foolish enough to risk their life recording a video, and fearing that the footage might actually be uploaded to the internet and cause trouble, he had rushed over in a hurry to stop it.

Under Zhang Han's terrified gaze, all the figures in black robes instantly transformed into bloodthirsty beasts, fierce as lions and tigers, savage as jackals and wolves. They completely abandoned all notions of defense, knowing only how to blindly attack the black-robed individuals around them.

"Haoshan, aren't you afraid of getting the opposite of what you want?" said Lucifer, who was hovering not far behind Lu Haoshan.

Saints are omnipotent, but they do not have the infinite energy required to manage every trivial matter. To maintain the ruling position of the Demon Emperor Palace, they ultimately still had to rely on this one hundred million direct troops.

The advancement of cultivators is divided into two parts. The first part is personal evolution, upgrading from the first realm to the second realm—Fang Dalei was currently transitioning from the Nascent Soul stage to the Deity Transformation stage. The second part is body refinement via the Heavenly Tribulation.

Jiaye Nanming, the Master of the Leaving Fire Sect, had indeed been imprisoned, but strictly speaking, it would be more accurate to say he had been trapped.

Recalling how even Penguin used to copy foreign creations back in the day, it is not hard to understand why Penguin Company now has so many imitation games. Their philosophy has always been: if someone has something good, I will take it and use it—no, rather, I shall draw inspiration from it.

"With this kind of strength, if we were to fight them, unless we merge into the void, we would practically have no hope of escape!" Hongjun also nodded. For true Great Perfection, his eyes were likewise filled with a yearning expression.

Since he had come to help Xiao Hongfei, it meant he stood on the same side as the City Lord's Mansion. Seeing Xi Yunxiao being hunted down, how could Feng Yunxiu possibly not step forward to help?

However, giving up was simply out of the question; at the very least, Xi Yunxiao would never agree to it. Moreover, leaving Xi Yunluo alive would sooner or later pose a danger to them, so how could they easily agree to let it go?

Between heaven and earth, countless dark energies surged like a tidal wave into Bai Qing's body, continuously tempering his physique as if polishing a divine weapon.

If you don't want people to focus solely on your appearance, but rather listen to your voice, then you have come to the right place.

In just a short span of three years, it achieved a leap in development, growing into a Fortune Global 500 enterprise ranked a little over one hundredth. Its immense influence was beyond estimation.

The Barren Star, also known as the Nowell Black Market District, is a renowned illicit trading zone in the Milky Way, functioning essentially as a lawless region. Aside from being managed by the Divan Corporation, it has no other backing.

At that moment, Han Shengqi saw Wei Chunmei walking toward the three of them. The sight of Wei Chunmei sent another wave of pain through Han Shengqi.

No matter how much helplessness resides in your heart, once you reach this level of existence, many practical and realistic matters must be resolved.

Amidst a set of teeth-grinding friction sounds, the two purple-golden sword qi ultimately failed to pierce that tortoise shell radiating an ancient aura, dissipating into the void amidst wisps of white smoke.

Bolstered by the green-tier high-grade core internal energy and his needle-treatment techniques, all the organs within Elder Gao's body had returned to normal operation.

Once again hearing that shouted warning laced with fierce internal power, both Zhuque and Xuanwu could not help but freeze in shock, their eyes filled with astonishment and fear.

Seeing that neither of them spoke, the staff member looked somewhat perplexed, wondering if she had said something wrong just now.

All four walls were hung with various obscure oil paintings. Jiang Shouyun instinctively glanced a bit longer at the painting of the "Black Dragon" that had been slashed in two.

Lin Jiaying felt that she had been impulsive; she should have waited until Murong Xichen had free time to ask for his opinion before taking action.

The fluffy undercoats and thick layers of fat on these large dogs allowed them to adapt to the harsh, freezing environments; warm environments actually made them feel uncomfortable.

It could be said that once this was done, without timely relief and treatment, one's life was essentially ticking down to its final countdown.

No matter what kind of life you desire, I will do everything in my power to fulfill it for you, making you feel happy and content.

Upon hearing the news, although Commissioner Liang maintained a calm exterior, his heart was far from tranquil. He knew all too well just how difficult it was to seize the fallen artifact this time, yet even so, he had not expected their side to successfully capture it after all.

Yan Su, standing nearby, could hardly be unaware of what Su Youyun was thinking. He only found her awkward demeanor truly adorable. Although he was already laughing heartily on the inside, his face betrayed no emotion. He casually brought up which pastry was the most famous, pushing a few of the prettiest ones forward.

The Imperial City Guard was the emperor's most trusted agency. Now, not only had someone managed to sneak in and nearly assassinate the most crucial witness, but they had also knocked out all the guards in the entire dungeon with sedicent drugs, allowing the prisoner to escape in such a blatant manner. If word got out, it would inevitably become a laughingstock.

It had to be said that the Grand Madam's proposal today to allow Song Min to return to the Shen family was already a most surprising turn of events.

Over the next few days, as the war in Liaodong grew increasingly tense, Xie C'an was occupied with state affairs every day and never set foot in the inner palace again.

Hua Yuandu looked at Yu Xian, who was lowering his head to read the cultivation array manual, and opened his mouth, completely at a loss for words for a moment.

This time, Ye Feng always felt that Fu Han and Lü Wen were acting a bit strange. Could it be because something had happened at Lü Wen's home?

Yan Yao glanced back and forth between Su Youyun and Yan Su, failing to understand why the two of them were making such a big deal over a imperial concubine. The surrounding air felt as though it had dropped several degrees.

Outside the door, Xia Jinkui smiled secretly, a smile that harbored complex emotions—part bitterness, part mockery. Her eyes were pitch black, as if they had swallowed all the light, leaving behind only a bottomless abyss of darkness.