A clay bodhisattva crossing a river, a rat building a bridge

By then, the hidden dangers would no longer exist, and it would instead benefit my father's official career. Wouldn't that be a win-win for everyone?

"Hey, Senuan, why didn't you leave with Lian Yin'er and the others?" Qi Rui asked casually the moment he saw Senuan sitting in her seat.

"Then how about I check his pulse for him?" Xiao Nongqi felt rather aggrieved. He had exhausted all pleasantries, so why was this person so stubbornly thick-headed?

With such a narrow-minded sovereign, the offspring he left behind would undoubtedly endure immense hardship.

Even though the people around him were merely a group of fair-weather friends, and even though everyone looked down upon him behind his back.

Yet, no one expected that this flower of Xiangdong would ultimately be plucked by Ye Bin, the second young master of the Fengcheng Ye family, with whom they were already related by marriage.

This wouldn't do, and that wouldn't do either. It was terribly tricky. For the first time, Qi Yanran felt that Fu Cheng was actually this difficult to please.

"I don't believe it, unless you produce evidence to prove your identities!" Yan Ruyun suddenly shook her head and shouted chillingly.

Now that many people already knew he was the master of the Death-Stab Tower, Chu Qianren no longer kept it a secret and directly summoned people from the Death-Stab Tower to wait on him.

"How could that be? Aren't we here now? It's just that we had some important matters to attend to." Right at that moment, the hatch of the warship slowly opened, and two figures stepped out from inside.

"Old Four, stop showing off and start driving already. Let's not be late." Sitting in the passenger seat, I gave You Zhipei a disgruntled scold.

The expression on Blow Shadow Carve Dust's face carried a trace of reluctance, but in the end, he raised his long sword and slowly shook his head, saying, "May you two still be together in your next life!" With that, he raised his sword, preparing to bring it down.

Looking at the box in his hand, Cheng Hai'an was so touched she didn't know what to say. She hadn't expected him to still be concerned about her matters at the company, and her heart instantly grew warm.

At this moment, the servants kneeling on the ground all raised their gazes toward the First Madam Shen, naturally waiting for her command.

He seemed to sense that something was amiss, hurriedly crouching down and extending a finger to test the pheasant's breath, his finger freezing stiff right there.

Lin Xinxin nodded, her heart still deeply moved. Being able to meet such a good friend was her honor in this lifetime.

That day, all players currently playing Legend saw a red, bolded message drift across the middle of their screens, and this message repeated itself once every ten minutes.

Hai'an sat there, looking around. Although it was somewhat different from foreign countries, here, at the very least, everyone had black hair and yellow skin just like her, making her feel much more at ease.

Feng Qingyu rolled over and glared at him. "Your laughter is too loud, you're disturbing me." Her complexion was dark, yet her tone carried an indescribable coquettry. Combined with the flush from the kiss just moments ago, the edges of her brows were dyed with a hint of alluring charm.

Upon close observation, one could notice that apart from being somewhat darker, his head bore a striking resemblance to Tathagata of Lingshan.

Sun Jianbai harbored deep resentment over today's enmity, and it was entirely possible that he would seek revenge at some later opportunity.

Mi Wude was also sitting beside Liu Guangbo at this moment, beginning to test the formulas on the screen that Feng Lin could not understand.

"Yuqing, I have remembered what you said. Moreover, I know this is important, but for now, I cannot promise you anything. That is because the great revenge for the hero Yan Jiu has not yet been avenged, and the death of my master, Nun Yinqiu, has not yet been investigated, nor has her great revenge been avenged."

Feng Lin's gaze looked into the distance; the members of the Puppet clan had also arrived, both sides acting as if they had planned it beforehand.

However, just as Lian Yuncheng was tossed up once again, Nun Yinqiu was about to step forward to save him, but Lian Yuncheng was tightly gripping the rope Old Du had tossed down from the deck. In mid-air, he gave the rope a fierce pull, using the momentum to vault straight onto the ship. Due to using excessive force, he flew directly to the platform on the highest tier.

He calmly watched the snowflakes instantly vanish into nothingness, then gripped his saber with both hands and fiercely slashed out several strikes into mid-air.

Xie Daoxuan sensed his burning gaze, fearing he might act like he did just a moment before—though she didn't actually reject having something happen between them.

"Tang Yi, why are your martial arts skills so good? Did you serve in some kind of military unit before?" Lin Haichuan asked out of curiosity.

Upon seeing this, Zhuo Wangsun's expression turned one of great shock. Sure enough, they had come after all; this snowy weather truly failed to delay Liu Sheng's Zhongshan Eighteen Riders.

This exclamation was extremely loud, carrying through even the torrential downpour straight into everyone's ears.

"It's merely a conjecture. Otherwise, if you could monitor me from a thousand miles away, there's no reason you couldn't find her. My friend hasn't seen her go to a hospital; perhaps they met privately in some other way."

Right at that moment, one of the men drew a talisman paper, gently waved it toward the area where the Blood Rose branch was located, and the spiritual talisman instantly vanished, followed immediately by another explosion.

"Old timer, if you want to look at me, go ahead. It's fine, I'm not afraid of being watched." With that, Wu Zheng sat back down.

Situ Li, Murong Die, and the Seven Sins also rushed to Han Xiaoli's side immediately, surrounding her to protect her rear.

"Retreat, call off the troops right here. They are all innocent cult members just following orders," Che Yue replied without a moment's hesitation.

"What do you know?" Xiao Han's expression turned somewhat ferocious, his grip on the gun tightening by another fraction.

Li Mingyuan glared at Sun Xueyang, then turned to glare at Bai Lang before cursing under his breath and unhappily returning to formation.

"You can only be a concubine anyway. If you want to follow me, I will say the exact same thing when we reach the Emperor's presence," I laughed.

"How can you uphold your so-called justice if you don't take action? Or is your so-called justice nothing more than empty talk?" The high noble looked coldly at Zhao Shumin, the corners of his mouth curving into an ambiguous smile.

After a moment, the soul fire within the Undead King's eyes leaped wildly. Immediately afterward, an ink-like bead was spat out from his mouth, shooting straight up into the sky and causing a massive explosion.

Liang Xiao knew what being a sparring partner meant. For someone like him who understood virtually nothing about martial arts, being a sparring partner meant acting as a punching bag. Without martial arts talismans, Liang Xiao was no different from a sandbag.