15. Save me, Great King.

Drawing closer, one could clearly see that the great hollow was indeed an irregularly twisted cylindrical slide, seemingly forged from cast iron. Yet from the outside, it appeared to be just a solid, natural mountain rock, seamlessly embedded within as if fused in an unnatural way.

In the blink of an eye, the dark cloud approached Zhang Yang, then transformed into a blood-red maw, intent on devouring him in one swift gulp.

Meng Shu wore a calm expression and gracefully stepped forward to offer her congratulations. Over the years, this girl had grown increasingly inscrutable, her emotions no longer easily read—even Li Jingshan could no longer fathom what lay in her heart.

“What are you saying? Do you think I sent you to borrow that money?” The old lady was trembling with anger as she pointed a shaking finger at her.

“Are there any other demands now?” After playing out Zhang Yang’s lines, Li Wenwen smiled confidently and asked him.

Sophia spoke lightly, suggesting that since the exterior location was already equipped with cameras, they could simply leave a shot to capture the scene.

With such a grand spectacle, even the authorities would be forced to intervene. But what if that treasure turned out to be a deadly weapon?

“I want to see how Han’er’s grandmother is doing first; otherwise, I won’t believe you!” Zhang Yang took a deep breath and then asked solemnly.

Madam Li caught on and forced a smile. “Then Mr. Xie, please sit here.” Xie Baizi nodded and took a seat beside her. An awkward meal began.

In truth, Yi Haizhou never liked the Huang family mansion. It was well-situated, the courtyard was beautiful, and it was quite valuable, but still...

Yue Li scratched her head, tapped her toes, then cupped his handsome face and planted a gentle kiss on his thin lips.

After Feng Jiuge finished dressing, she went straight to the grand hall. The once prosperous Fengyou Empire was now a land of ruin, scattered with broken roots and shattered walls; not a single place remained intact.

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Lan Yuer smiled, knowing her time was short. She quietly gazed at the High Priest, her appearance unchanged from days past, serene and unyielding.

Her original words had been meant to caution him, urging him to cherish his body, but she never expected him to interpret them in such a way.

Yuan Qiuhua said, “There must be something going on, and it’s probably disgraceful. If you see anything, please speak plainly—I can bear it.”

Apart from representatives from the national, civil, and pioneer parties attending this meeting, numerous democratic parties, people’s organizations, overseas Chinese groups, and non-partisan democrats also responded enthusiastically. All sought to contribute to the great cause of nation-building; this was a matter belonging to the Chinese people themselves.

“Hmph!” Realizing he could not refute Jin Yichen, Gongsun Zuo could only snort coldly in frustration.

An Eight-Star Emperor, whether in terms of soul power or spiritual energy, was simply no match for him.

Lin Zhentian’s murderous intent in his eyes was not lost on Feng Jiuge. Her clear, cold voice was as crisp and chilling as water droplets falling onto green stone.

Not long after leaving the ‘Fragrance Tea House,’ Lian Haiping felt a subtle, elusive aura locking onto him—a sensation that had lingered ever since he entered the Myriad Demon City.

After introducing Wang Xingxin to the family, he handed him over to Cheng Chumo without another word and strode directly into the backyard.

Li Weiyin nodded. As for using herself as bait, she would lure out Lou Yucheng; Xu Yimo would draw out the adversaries targeting the Xu family. These details, however, Li Weiyin did not mention.

Old Liu Er, seeing Wang Xingxin pinned to the ground and wailing in agony, suddenly found a surge of courage and strength from somewhere. He pushed away the man holding Wang down and helped him up, wiping the blood from his tear-filled eyes.

By the lake, the enormous Bloodcrowned Toad lay motionless, completely lifeless. Li Yang and Bai Qiu also collapsed on the ground, gasping heavily for breath.

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In the past, during Zheng He’s voyages to the West, envoys from the South Seas often came to pay tribute to the Ming Dynasty. Even during the Chenghua era, under Emperor Hongzhi’s father, Emperor Xianzong, South Seas envoys still came to present tribute to Ming.

North Sea Mystic Lord, trapped within the forbidden law’s cocoon, never imagined this outcome when he first began pursuing Lian Haiping. He was superior to Lian Haiping in every way—how could he have been captured by a mere mortal cultivator? This event was so bizarre that no one would believe it if it were told.

After speaking, he ran down from the other side, circled halfway around, and opened the door for Li Weiyin from outside.

Gu Shaotang and Feng Lidiao’s eyes sparkled as they rushed forward, stuffing gold, silver, and jewels into their怀抱.

Inside the cave cultivation chamber, faint seven-colored clouds gently shimmered across Li Yang’s body. Surrounding him was a veil of white spiritual mist, making him appear like a true immortal deity.

“Be good, go see a doctor for your wounds first. I’m about to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony and can’t leave,” Mu Zichen said softly to Quan Xueruo, then turned to glare disdainfully at Quan Zhen.

Bai Qingqing brought Chunxi into the Divine Doctor’s Valley. Chunxi’s prior worries instantly vanished upon seeing her husband, child, and mother-in-law all safe and sound within the valley.

Descending the stairs, Lin Chuxiao saw Li Bo waiting in the dining hall, looking at her with a strangely peculiar gaze.

Orochimaru opened his mouth, intending to curse, but remembering his purpose, he forcibly held back the words.