60 [- Chu Jiye, you are not worthy of her.]

The nearby guards in ghastly masks could not help but cover their noses and mouths. Such a stench was almost too much even for them, and they desperately fought back the rising nausea in their chests.

Whenever he witnessed the formidable and powerful side of the other person, he would invariably regret how easily he had offended him in the first place.

Finally, after making the rounds through all the military encampments, an exhausted Zhao Kuo returned to the central army command. Without bothering to eat anything, he collapsed and fell fast asleep.

Within the gloomy and terrifying hell, Wang Quan stood holding the Celestial Master Sword and draped in the Celestial Master robe. The potent spiritual energy he emitted made the very space tremble.

It was because during their youth, people were prone to impulsiveness, lacking in intellectual and emotional consideration, as well as lacking a sense of responsibility and self-restraint.

The mother sword was as heavy as a mountain, capable of effortlessly cleaving mountains and splitting seas, while the child sword was nimble and versatile, embodying the true essence of the sword path.

Dai Yiman was blinded by the harsh glare of the lights, her heart tightening abruptly. She never wanted to experience such a thing again; she never wanted to bear the weight of other people's lives on her shoulders ever again. Without a moment's hesitation, she lunged forward, hearing only the sound of a blade piercing flesh, one stab after another.

It was as if this vortex passageway possessed consciousness; just as everyone was on the verge of success, it actually began to make trouble once more.

If there were merely a few powerful individuals within a galaxy, it would be no big deal, but if they all gathered together and belonged to the same family, it became truly awe-inspiring.

Shen Mingtang looked into her watery eyes, seeing that the sorrow reflected within them was a longing for the Elder Lady Yu.

Later on, her father called her, and upon learning that he had fallen ill, he took the initiative to come over and take care of her, cooking meals for her. However, her father always timed his visits precisely so as not to run into her mother, and it was the same when he left, always departing before her mother returned.

An against-the-heavens genius who possessed the terrifying strength of a Dao Lord after cultivating for a mere thousand years, Ye Xing had far too many eyes fixed upon him.

On the day the midterm exam results were announced, the entire senior high school district of Foreign Language High was in an uproar. It was not just because the school had once again secured the top spot among all high schools in the city, but because Gu Xidong from Class 1, Grade 12 had won the crown as the city's top scorer in the science track with an impressive score of 692 points.

Just like that, with Lin Qing holding his hand, Wei Xuan walked all the way back to his doorstep in complete silence.

She had been unwilling to walk through here earlier because it was dirty and unnecessary... but that did not mean she could not make use of it.

Turning her head, she praised Zhao Ling anew, "Brother Ling, you are truly wonderful, always bringing Mei'er out to play. Mei'er loves such a lively place so much, with people, lights, and delicious food and fun things." As she spoke, the two minks in her arms climbed up onto her shoulders, and each stood up on its hind legs to bow to Zhao Ling, setting him off into hearty laughter.

Indeed, her very first reaction was that this name was fake, and the check-in identification information naturally must be fake as well.

"Your Majesty, these people know they are facing imminent death, so they have started spouting nonsense, trying to sabotage the relationship between you and your subject so they can fish in troubled waters," the Imperial Preacher hurriedly interjected.

Judging by his demeanor and his gaze, it was clear that his obsession with Pei Shiyin remained as steadfast as ever.

The following day was the Ghost Festival. Zhao Ling went to visit Master Huican and incidentally invited him into the palace to perform rites for wandering souls. There were many palace attendants who died unjustly every year, so during the Ghost Festival, a unified food-offering ritual was held to deliver the departed souls.

Almost every single step he took required a considerable amount of physical effort, and what caused Lin萧 (Lin Xiao) the most headache was that the moment he began to exert more force, the transcendental dreamscape would increase the load, restricting him from maintaining a balance of the power within his body.

Looking at Yulu's innocent expression, Mingnan momentarily had no idea what he should say, and could only look at her with utter helplessness.

Qi Yue had started kindergarten, and Ling Baolu desperately needed something to occupy her time. Ballet was her favorite hobby in this life, and it was bound to keep her busy and help her forget many unhappy things.

Wang Dong's eyes were vacant and hollow, unsure of what he was looking at, and a dazed expression hung on his face, unsure of what he was pondering.

Lin Taiping reached out and caught the net, his body still hurtling forward like a cannonball for another two or three zhang before his momentum finally began to slow down.

Die Diefei led the three of them into a room and left without saying a single word. The decoration of the room was extremely simple, with no windows and no bed, just a thick blanket spread across the floor. The three of them made nothing of it and sat down cross-legged on the ground.

I nodded, and then spent a dozen minutes recounting everything Liu Yaonan had told me the previous night to Tang Chenghao word for word. After I finished speaking, he fell into silence.

Just when Ji Liunian thought Sheng Shi truly did not intend to walk away, he suddenly grabbed his jacket and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Because the Chongzhen Emperor had slaughtered the foundational base of the Ming Dynasty, destroying the foundations just like pulling down the load-bearing supports of a house, this house could no longer be sustained under any circumstances.

I tried to recall, and the time of Chen Tiancheng's death should have been around September fourteenth.

"Could it not be that we've encountered a black inn? Could it be..." Mo Zidai recalled the plot points from *Water Margin* and could not help but shudder with a cold chill! Mo Zidai would certainly not drink this water! If one knowingly drinks poisonous water, wouldn't that be sheer foolishness?

Then, Qi Xinyu unleashed his internal force, attempting to take advantage of the momentum to shatter the tendons in Zhuang Zhong's hands. Most of Xingyiquan's prowess lay in the hands; once Zhuang Zhong's hands were injured, the match would essentially be over.

Early in the morning, after attending to Ye Wushuang's departure for the morning court session, Nalan Lan'er also tidied her attire and hurried toward the Fengyi Palace.

Baili Jingchuan raised his head. "Can you endure this all the way?" Even those guards and soldiers would probably be unable to crawl by the time they reached Jiangnan after four days of this, let alone someone like Shen Ninghua.

"Young Master Lang, modifying your car into this state and yet driving it to work every day—isn't that a bit of a waste of heaven's precious creations?" Lao Wu said with a look of regret.

Yet those words of hers served as a spell-like reminder, causing him to constantly associate everything about her with the Saint Physician Sect whenever he pondered issues. And the Saint Physician he had firmly believed in was Qingniao, yet he had not seen a single needle on Qingniao. Such a chaotic set of circumstances left him somewhat bewildered.

"No," Baili Yuzhu replied with feigned shyness. She did this because everyone in the palace was watching her, so naturally she had to put on a good performance.

Wherever the golden light passed, absolute silence reigned, as if all things had entered a dream, plunging into boundless darkness and sinking continuously.