Volume 1, Chapter 70: Who Can Even Tell If She Is the Princess Consort or the God of Wealth?

"Hey, old man, stop putting on airs. I am already here. What do you want with me? I have things to do tomorrow," Lin Xiang said indifferently, looking at Huangfu Batian.

Wu Fan's voice was not loud, but everyone eating around them heard it clearly. The patrons at the adjacent tables quickly moved away, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire if a fight broke out.

Helpless, Xin Lin rushed forward, hugged a pillar, and grabbed a child who was about to tumble into a fissure.

Therefore, it is entirely normal for ordinary people to be unaware of the existence of ancient martial arts. As for those who failed to inherit true ancient martial arts yet used its name to conduct various activities, they naturally could not shoulder the heavy responsibility of promoting it. Thus, it is understandable that they cannot compare with judo or taekwondo.

"If I am not a fool, then they are simply too clever!" Bu Fan shook his head slightly.

However, whenever he had time, he would run over and watch Lin Xiang carve. Even if he could not learn the craft, just watching was beneficial. Naturally, Lin Xiang would not refuse, nor would his father stop him. Every time he came, he brought a jug of fine wine, and whenever he left, he always took away some lifelike carvings.

Yet Su Junyan still chose to resist Lucifer's world power with all his might, desperately protecting Lucifer like a truly loyal and dutiful vassal.

Including Su Nan's current issue, she believed that as long as he stepped in, there was nothing he could not handle. Seeing him return to her side gave her a sense of calm and peace, unlike before when her entire heart hung suspended in the howling wind and rain.

If anyone had initially harbored doubt, contempt, or disdain toward this parachute-in young general and his exploit of venturing deep behind enemy lines to single-handedly recapture Merlin City over several days...

Before she even had time to ask, after going to bed that night, Li Fu spoke to her with utmost solemnity.

However, though she thought that way, she still followed Yun Duoduo's wishes and closed the door.

"So you have been deceiving me all along! Number Nine, how dare you lie to me?" Xin shouted in a fury, looking at Yi with murder in his eyes. Anyone who failed to realize by now that Yi was playing him for a fool would truly be an idiot.

"It is said that there is a branch within this tribe called Thousand Moons." As he spoke, his gaze suddenly shifted toward the north. The extremity in that direction was covered in snow year-round, rarely visited by anyone, yet... after endless hills and streams where the road seemed to end, there appeared a village of dark willows and bright flowers.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Jin Yang finally walked over to the hospital bed with measured steps, raised his hand, and gently adjusted the blanket over Lin Shenshen.

"That cold jade coffin..." Who did not know that the late emperor had coveted the cold jade coffin for a long time, even mentioning it before drawing his last breath?

A faint sound came from outside the door. Murong Che's expression changed, and he rushed out to find Yun Duoduo looking deathly pale, tears already streaming down her face.

Ever since Jin Yang's expression had darkened earlier, it had not improved by the slightest bit. He pulled his wallet from his pocket, paid the taxi fare, got out of the car, reached out and yanked Lin Shenshen down, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her inside.

"My body is dirty, don't hug me. It's all blood, and this armor is freezing cold, don't press it against your stomach," Xuanyuan Tianyue said with a frown, trying to push Rong Qian away. This was precisely why he had intended to fetch their horses earlier and return to the city immediately.

The atmosphere froze. Suddenly, the "stars" over the snow lake vanished, and everything returned to normal, appearing and disappearing like an ephemeral dream.

"Then what has Your Majesty decided to do?" Helielian Heya smiled as she looked at him, her smile at that moment undoubtedly a form of mockery.

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This would allow the platform to completely break free from President Han's factional control, which was precisely the outcome the people behind him wished to see.

Zheng Enjie had been closely monitoring the office building project. This was his territory; the sooner it was built, the sooner he would no longer need to borrow offices from the town government, effectively giving him a nest of his own. This caused the head of the Jiangzhou High-Tech First Construction Company to dodge him whenever they met, eager to avoid being harangued daily with questions about how many days were left until the main structure was finished.

Zhu Changwu was one of the crown prince's tutors; visiting his student when he had business was entirely natural. Since he was heading to the East Palace, which was not far from the Palace of Earthly Tranquility, he decided to walk over. In fact, he held a fair amount of respect for Empress Zhou.

Lin Zhiyuan pondered for a moment. Since it was his first time meeting Liu Chunchen's parents, he needed to prepare some gifts.

Chen Ling'er wanted to lift the stone, but regardless of what it was made of, it was exceedingly heavy, and she could not budge it in the slightest.

Lin Zhiyuan steadied his composure outside the door and walked to the second floor, where he saw the sign for the Water Conservancy Bureau office. The bureau chief's office must be somewhere nearby.

He could not help casting his gaze toward Pangu, watching the giant continuously release his power.

Since the goal was the same, and the earth dragon had already been dealt with, the surroundings within the sandstorm were entirely safe.

During this time, as he pushed the wheelchair around the village, many villagers curiously greeted Lu Shaoqing, while others asked him what the device was.

Presumably, someone in Chengming Hall had caught the scent on Jin Jin'er's person and thus seized the opportunity to keep her in the palace.

Wu Ye and the others were all wearing headphones and did not hear the man's shout. Even if they had heard it, they wouldn't have cared—competition was inherently like this; who could they blame if their own psychological endurance was weak?

A heavy halberd struck viciously against the town stele, while a portal over two meters tall opened behind Xuang Yang. Yet Xuanyang continued to attack the town stele unbothered, not even glancing at the Yellow Turban soldiers charging toward him.

Although this construct clearly lacked a soul and obeyed only the commands of its master, the mage Archam, Roger's etiquette became even more focused.