Day 62

Yin Xinyan truly had never considered that Lin Wenxuan would be so scheming. She simply thought Lin Wenxuan was still her former self, someone who would soon fall into her hands once again, completely unaware that Lin Wenxuan had changed long ago.

Whenever Ningxiang asked, Eunuch Wang would always answer her honestly, explaining that the Emperor was so overwhelmed with state affairs that he literally did not even have a moment to spare for a sip of water. Hearing this, Ningxiang could not help but feel a pang of tender sympathy, longing to take the child back to the palace. To her surprise, Eunuch Wang waved his hands repeatedly, saying that the Emperor had given explicit instructions to personally come and fetch them once the court matters were settled.

His body was pierced by nearly a hundred long arrows. Along with that deep, cold utterance, he leaped down into the fathomless abyss.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Minghui returned. He unlocked the door himself because last night I had thrown all of his clothes and trousers out into the hallway, and his keys and such were likely still inside his pockets.

Sizhen desired him just as much as he desired her. The moment their lips met, Sizhen parted her red lips slightly, tangling her tongue with his.

The man shivered, realizing that today he had offended someone he should never have crossed. Kong Cheng walked over to him, replaced his bowl with a new one, and poured high-proof liquor into it continuously until it was filled to the brim.

He walked over to help, and once Gu Jinjin had put it on, he zipped up the back of her dress bit by bit.

"Why don't you eat together with me? I can't finish all of this by myself," I said softly to Ye Xing, pointing at the two meal boxes.

I stared at it for a long while, then dejectedly loosened my grip on the mouse, hugging my shoulders as I sat there at a complete loss, feeling an agonizing ache in my heart.

Hearing her say this, I raised an eyebrow and decided not to waste any more effort entertaining her. I sat down on the sofa diagonally opposite her and gazed at her.

He thought to himself: Although this transmigration was somewhat disastrous, he had nevertheless encountered the finest world.

In his eyes, as long as they completely controlled the body and soul of the Shadow before it could react, then no matter what plans the Shadow harbored in its mind, it would have no way to execute them.

This Black Poison Marsh was unimaginably vast, impassable even for migrating birds. Once stepped upon, one would sink deep into it, unable to extricate oneself.

Li Yang was already thirty-five years old this year, a typical mature and steady bachelor who remained unmarried to this day. This so anxioused Li Ye and Rong Rou that every day they racked their brains trying to make him go on blind dates, yet the place they were heading to today was actually the cemetery.

However, the other party's voice was exceptionally enthusiastic, presenting a completely different persona from the arrogant and haughty person of yesterday.

Being his subordinates and comrades-in-arms of so many years, Wei Laoqi knew very well that the soldiers were merely joking. The bonds among soldiers were pure and devoid of any jealousy. Moreover, everyone had witnessed with their own eyes the immense effort Wei Laoqi had exerted to climb step by step from an ordinary soldier to the position of regiment commander.

"I never expected such a place to exist here. I wonder what kind of spiritual treasures might appear!" Muli muttered softly to himself, seemingly quite casually.

"Haha." Hearing this, Yin Luocheng could not help laughing out loud; Li Shu's words were somewhat amusing.

Now, seeing the appearance of Shao Siming, Zhang Liang and Fu Nian naturally experienced a faint ominous foreboding.

To achieve micro-wormhole teleportation, three major steps are required: first, calculating the matter to be teleported; second, calculating the spatial coordinate information; and third, calculating the spatial medium, driving dark energy, and distorting space to converge into a wormhole. Each step demands an enormous amount of calculation, but the computational load of the third step is particularly immense.

Saying this, Ye Qing brushed past Shifeng, walked toward the door, and then turned back with a calm, charming, and radiant smile.

If Tang Ming were King Yama, he would surely be exasperated by subordinates like Zhong Kui who actually got things done. As for the White and Black Impermanences, they were already slippery veterans.

Meanwhile, Fang Yi's mind had already shifted from the giant boulder to that massive palace—the Sanctuary.

What made it rather special was that on one of the peaks, every single grave had a sword thrust into the ground before it. On the other peak, a saber was thrust before every grave.

Having comprehended the spatial forces of this world, he began to experiment with condensing bubbles. Naturally, the initial bubbles were mere bubbles, utterly insignificant.

The Ninth Demon King's strength indeed surpassed that of the Tenth Demon King, having already touched the threshold of a True Immortal.

"This is simply too extravagant, such a vast expanse of space on the outer fringes of the Solar System," exclaimed the major in the upper-left corner in a low voice of astonishment.

Anna knew that Rook was temporarily disregarding monetary rewards and turning his consideration to points instead, so she spoke only of points.

The mere thought that she was about to become Tang Ming's servant, serving him tea and waiting on him hand and foot, made her wish she could tear Tang Ming to pieces on the spot.

Dubeisheng had never intended to give away the Jin Yi Sword Technique, but He Haiguang was clearly far more reliable than his master. Since he said so, Dubeisheng began to seriously consider whether he was truly unsuited to practice the Jin Yi Sword Technique.

Passing through patches of herbal gardens, the group arrived before a palatial complex, and Qianya spoke up: "This is our Hall of Myriad Medicines, where the disciples of Myriad Medicine Peak usually reside."

Seeing this, Bai Dede knew immediately that Lian Ziyi was bound to win. Having divine runes at her disposal was just like cheating to bully Huang Zhen.

Bai Dede thought to herself, if none of you are leaving, then whatever happens next must not be blamed on me for spoiling your appetite. After all, it was mealtime, and making everyone feel nauseous and sick to their stomachs was still rather immoral.