Madam Lanxi

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With just a brief pause, a vast number of wind spirits suddenly emerged all around Chu Feng... These wind spirits formed a ring, rushing toward him like a roaring mountain and churning seas... Chu Feng's expression changed drastically, finding himself unconsciously trapped in this realm.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, what is wrong with you? Are you drunk?" Zihan put on a very panicked expression, solely afraid that the indifferent man would not have passed out and discovered the drug she had administered.
"Well... this matter cannot be explained in a moment, but I must ask everyone to keep what I just said a secret!" Zihan secretly blamed herself for bringing this up in front of so many people; her brain must have truly broken down.
Yet she could not understand: now that the crown prince was "deceased," what on earth was Lin Ziying's intention in still currying favor with the Jiang family?
As he grew older, there was no telling what he might develop into. If things continued this way, how could this be allowed?
"Eat slower. There is still a bottle of baijiu in here. Drink it up. It is damp everywhere, and drinking a little liquor won't do your bodies any harm." Duan Ke did not begrudge his thirty-and-odd-thousand-yuan sportswear, sitting down alongside them and fishing out the liquor.
Hua Qianruo hurriedly wiped away her tears, stood up, and forced an apologetic smile. "I am sorry for delaying everyone's journey because of me." That tear-stained appearance was truly beautiful, yet unfortunately, there was no one to appreciate it.
To the front left of the two, Chu Mochen turned his head and glared fiercely at them, directing a hint of a warning especially toward Situ Feng in his gaze. However, both of them acted as though they saw nothing.
Hua Lingyu nodded, then, seemingly thinking of something, a look that could only be described as distorted appeared on his face.
"Could it really have scared you?" Shen Mengying smiled with deep meaning, staring fixedly at Meng Que.
Although the paper dolls had been eliminated, there were still formidable heretical experts within the array, and we certainly dared not leave them ample time.
This place was the stationed domain of the Divine Martial Heavenly Sect. As long as one did not cross this memorial archway, it was entirely safe; non-disciples of the Divine Martial Heavenly Sect could never enter.
Not only I, but many practitioners of the Sorcerer Sect had already sensed that something was amiss, stopping in their tracks as they watched these red lanterns flutter and drift up into mid-air.
"Uncle He, if we can shatter the sealing array, can you lead us to break out of Killing Whale Island?" Xu Qingluo asked, pressing her crimson lips together.
Meanwhile, the opposing Taoist priests, including Chen Ruodao, numbered eleven in total. I knew they had arrived fourteen strong, with three elders whose whereabouts were unknown.
The Hidden Demon nodded and began to question him, yet what I did not expect was that the questions the Hidden Demon asked Eight-Fingers were identical to the ones he had asked me.
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That giant white eagle did not discover his presence; the "Yin-Yang Void Dao: Heavenly Concealment" clearly could deceive even experts above the True Spirit realm.
Just as I was thinking of stepping past the collapsed wall to go out and take a look, I sensed a chill wind blowing from not far away.
Chai Fangsi stared fixedly at that curved crescent moon. Though he had looked at it for at most ten dozen seconds, it felt as long and lingering as passing through a bitter winter, and he muttered this phrase aloud.
Once this matter was done, Jian Nianyun breathed a long sigh of relief. With it handled cleanly, even if someone discovered a clue, there would be no way to trace it.
Tang Yao offered an utterly harmless smile, while Su Xiaomei truly felt a sense of despair as if life had nothing left to offer.
"Ha ha, well said. The remnants who collude with the demon race deserve to be executed by all; even the Jiang family can uphold righteousness by executing their own kin, how could we associate with ourselves with them?" Hearing this, the elder of the Heavenly Demon Valley laughed heartily.
Fang Shan sending people in, and dispatching Fanghui in particular, was a bait to lure out those who were restless and eager to move.
Listening to the heated gaming sounds echoing from inside the room, Nanbeitong still had many questions to ask, so he simply waited quietly, wishing to inquire about matters concerning spirits and demons.
"Longevity should not be limited to undying indestructibility... Surpassing the past and continuously extending one's life is walking the path of longevity!" that man said.
"You all jest. A hunting knife is used to deal with jackals and wolves; for friends, naturally there is fine wine!" Jiang Chen raised his cup with a smile.
If one wished to advance, yet feared their realm would crack and completely shatter, while failing to reach the Emperor realm upon wishing to retreat, then all previous preparations would vanish like smoke in thin air.
Looking at the wide gap beneath the door, Nanbeitong felt an inexplicable urge to squat down and take a peek.
This outcome caused Fang Dahai's heart to plunge instantly to rock bottom, almost stripping him of the courage to continue living.
What Ye Ping wanted was to teach the Yunling Alliance a lesson that would hurt whenever they remembered it, yet without shaking their foundation.
Chen's injuries had previously been barely sustained to keep him alive; complete recovery was impossible, and strenuous activity was out of the question.
Lin's father and mother had never wronged Lin Su materially, yet the attention they gave on a spiritual level was pitifully scarce.
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Many traditional martial arts schools had grown too accustomed to comfort and rarely engaged in actual combat. In an instant, all of them had their true colors exposed, utterly incapable of withstanding challenges.
The thirteen presidents of the combat associations, seeing that lunatic Feng Yuxiu actually walking toward them, spoke out one after another.
Jiang Yi clenched her fists, her current mood as heavy as when she announced a patient's death to family members outside the hospital emergency room.
"Enough, stop arguing! What we are digging here are things to save our lives. Make do with it; when the battle starts shortly, the rebel army's cannons won't make do with you!" A soldier with obviously seasoned seniority shouted at the two of them in a burst of anger.
The state sending students to Yangshi Class for studying abroad surely hoped they would return to develop the country upon completing their studies.
"... I was also forced into this! Su Li's birth mother forbade me from ever speaking of it for the rest of my life!" Wen Baolian retorted righteously, though Chu Ge didn't believe a word of her ghost stories.
Upon seeing this, the leaders of several filming teams immediately grew excited, believing they had caught a major news story.
The concrete road winding between the two lakes served as the passage for employees going to and from work. As workers strolled here every day, they indeed felt a sense of refreshing ease and happiness.
"Blind man, tell me, what on earth is this Ice Lotus Platform? It looks rather high-end." Hua Sheng remarked casually.
Any random star in the previous starry domain was probably a thousand or ten thousand times larger than the entire Starry Chessboard. And size was not the key point. The energy contained within the star cores—the Plane Divine Stones—was unimaginably powerful.
In the span of nearly twenty days, the combined casualties of both sides did not exceed a thousand-odd people. Both factions seemed to be exercising restraint; the multitudes of the East Sea were utterly bewildered, having no idea what the West Sea intended to do.
Meanwhile, the Dark Fragrance Pavilion, which previously produced wondrous perfumes, suddenly grew silent and dormant, turning instead to sell quite ordinary incense products. More than that, the entire building was filled with various varieties of fragrant flowers, whether for people to admire or for pre-ordering floral materials to blend incense, the shopkeeper was willing to sell them all.
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