42 Red Bean Paste Buns

Yuli's words were undeniably harsh, immediately turning Wenren Qing's face green with anger as he stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Yuli certainly had the grounds to speak to Wenren Qing in such a manner; after all, a man who kept himself as pure and chaste as him was as rare as a needle in a haystack.

To ask a dignified monarch of a country to apologize—was this not an unprecedented event? Well, our great elder sister Wanwan simply possessed that exact ability, that daring, and that courage.

After receiving the water storage pouch, Baibai let out a couple of muffled cries at Yao Beibei, then shot like a bolt of lightning toward a certain direction of the Xuanxun Sect.

Yet even so, her foolish older brother by her side, Shangguan Feng, had actually gone off to gather that herb which might or might not have even existed, and back then, he was only twelve years old.

Having settled a matter weighing on his mind, Zhong Shan rode leisurely down the avenue. Catching sight of an antique shop, he paused; this was an antique shop, so they ought to have some ancient jade or the like, right?

Wan Ningzhu did not waste a single moment. Adjusting the strap of her backpack and maintaining a steady breathing rhythm, she began to jog slowly toward one side of the prince's estate.

The three powerful figures inspected the ruins back and forth several times over before finally confirming that An Ran had truly and utterly departed.

After seeing Ji Ruyue off, Jun Zitang let out a heavy sigh, truly having no idea where on earth he could go to find Xue Bingyi.

In truth, Situ Yuze sometimes selfishly thought that if they were to die together, would they be together forever? But the moment he thought of her, he could not bear the idea, because he wanted her to live.

Since He Yimian insisted that I go, I would go and see what trick he was trying to pull. He Yimian had sent a carriage to pick me up, and just as I walked downstairs, the carriage arrived.

Before John even had time to react, he felt a tightness around his neck, and the next moment his feet were dangling in mid-air, making even breathing difficult.

"Then—then we'll just hack his server, intercept his source code, and clone one!" Zhang Yiming said with an excited expression, as if he were about to embark on some righteous mission of chivalry to rob the rich and aid the poor.

The door to the room was pushed open, and an undead creature with only half a head remaining walked in. It wore a rigidly formal butler's suit and gave a slight bow to Crocodile.

"Or could it possibly be relying on prehistoric divine power?" This question was far too bizarre, forcing Chen Bu to resort to a rhetorical question.

"There is." Lei Guan hurriedly retrieved a white jade slip from Zhang Shangyu's storage ring.

Chu Feng was greatly astonished. It was one thing that the elderly woman from earlier was born with heavenly eyes, as there was no shortage of people with innate extraordinary traits in this world. But for this city of Shuiling to naturally possess a domain of divine water was truly astonishing.

This Matthew Horner seemed to have purposely chosen such a peculiar house to protect his family's privacy.

It seemed he needed to break through sooner. Lei Guan checked his own cultivation level: the mid-stage of the ninth layer of the Qi Condensation realm. If he wanted to break through to the Foundation Establishment realm relying solely on his own cultivation, it would likely take years, or even a decade or more.

As a proud eldest prince, when had he ever been in such a disheveled state? The more he thought about this, the more fiercely Dayan's inner rage burned.

The werewolves stared at this scene in dumbfounded shock, many of them unable to keep from swallowing hard, never expecting that Linlei would actually profane the princess in broad daylight.

"Up until now, I still haven't been able to think of any way to make the Hong Sect rise again, nor even a way to let the Hong Sect appear openly before the world. I really am useless." Speaking up to this point, Murong Siqing could not help but reproach herself.

Of course, the exact amount of the subsidy was still related to the number of "studying disciples." Roughly speaking, for every studying disciple accepted, the Wancheng Kingdom would provide an annual subsidy of 100,000 spiritual coins.

Gan Liang put the entirety of his dantian's masculine vital energy into this sword strike, making it ferocious to the extreme. How could a mere blood corpse possibly withstand such a heart-rending agony? Thus, it bared its fangs and let out a wild, roaring shriek.

However, there was no spare time left for Nie Feng, as columns of fire as thick as water barrels continually blasted toward him.

It must be known that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's rebellion against Buddhism was a matter well known to all, but this affair had never been brought out into the open because it would touch upon Buddhism's face and the dignity of the Two Sages of the West.

Regarding races handed down from primeval times, the secrets known to the Dragon Clan far surpassed those of other races, and their understanding of the Nine Primordial Emperors was especially profound.

At that moment, the police on guard duty at the toll booth also noticed the situation and walked over toward the bus, asking the driver what had happened. The driver informed the police officer present that someone had stepped out to use the restroom earlier and still hadn't returned.

Though following this man was a bit dangerous, looked at from another perspective, wasn't following him also a way to feel even more secure?

"Thank you, Second Great King!" The various demon kings all stood up in succession, returning to the Illusory Cavern Cave Heaven in the company of Jiang Hao.

Han Feng stared for a long time without figuring out what was going on. At that moment, Han Feng crept a bit closer to me, stopping only a meter away from my cage.

Logically speaking, he should still have been on the road, but his gaze was enough to show that he had already anticipated something was amiss, and beads of sweat covered his forehead—he must have run here in great haste.

First, his grayish-brown hair was natural; second, his light blue eyes were innate.

He still remembered that for a period of time after Sun Mengjie saved him, her legs and feet had been somewhat inconvenient. When he asked her about it back then, she told him she was just tired.

It was simply that his temperament was exceptionally stubborn. Believing that they were unwilling to marry Yue'er to him because his abilities were still not great enough, he devoted almost all his time outside of chores to practicing mystic arts, secretly doing many things for Yue'er behind the scenes.

My older sister pulled me along angrily all the way home. Zhang Tao did not follow us. At that time, I was completely dazed and had no idea how I had walked all the way back with my sister, moving just like a walking corpse. Upon reaching home, my sister let go of my hand, suddenly pulled me tightly into her arms, and burst into bitter tears.

This was indeed a fine opportunity for us. The main purpose of my coming here was to help Big Black and the others improve their strength. Now that there was hope, how could I possibly let it slip away?

I could not help letting out a cry of astonishment, and the tattooed man immediately looked at me with an anxious expression, repeatedly asking me about some Cao Rong.

It was said that ever since Old Master Bai's father's generation, the family had started out making high-end jewelry and accessories. By the time Bai Zhuohan's father took over, the business had already expanded horizontally into diversified fashion brands.