49 Cultivating the Laurel

Logically speaking, their mistress ought to be the most influential and favored person in this entire palace, and they themselves should be the best informed. Yet, here they were, having to go about inquiring everywhere for news about the Crown Prince. Wouldn't that be utterly humiliating?

The land met an endless expanse of ice, resembling a sea. Only the section closest to the land remained unfrozen, having been touched by warm breezes.

"Dad, was it because of me just now?" Long Yun'er believed that her crying earlier had disturbed her father, which led to his current words.

Choosing Debbie and Leona and granting them A-grade-comparable powers was also the result of Rhode's careful deliberation.

Watching Gummy happily wagging its tail while chewing on a piece of a snake fang, Honghua decided it would be better to find someone more reliable in terms of knowledge reserves to ask.

"Father, exactly from what moment on did your eyes finally hold a place for me?" Rong You curled the corners of his lips, smiling with an enchanting evilness.

The only thing Natsukawa Kazuyuki could not figure out was why one had to wear a skirt to join the basketball club. Were they going to start some new activity, like playing basketball in skirts? But just imagining that scene made Natsukawa shiver, goosebumps rising slightly on his skin.

Looking closer at those meme stickers, at a glance—without even checking the details, just by looking at the colors—one could tell that classmate Yuanqiu had contributed at least seventy percent of the material. A little over twenty percent came from the audience and members of the Special Affairs Bureau, and less than ten percent was contributed by the rest of the Phoenix clan.

These transparent birds seemed to relax in the warmth, their feathers fluffed slightly as they closed their eyes halfway in cozy contentment.

Before Nanshengwu could recover her senses, Di Hanyin's handsome face had already magnified before her eyes, and immediately afterward, her lips were plundered by him instantly.

"Hey! I've said it long ago, we're mountain bandits, so why make ourselves look so pathetic? If we just go down the mountain and capture some able-bodied men, are we still going to be afraid of those bird-men?" Wu Furong raged upon hearing the second-in-command's analysis.

Qin Yan was no saint, but he was certainly not a wicked person who killed the innocent indiscriminately. In this world of the jungle, if you do not kill others, you will be killed by them. That prime minister had been scheming to eliminate Qin Yan just moments ago, so how could Qin Yan possibly let him off now?

The other two men did not wish to get involved and both looked toward the person sitting in the main seat with a blank expression.

By Elder Jin's generation, the accumulation of pharmacological knowledge was already quite substantial, and the traditional Chinese medicines he formulated showed some promise, but the actual effects were far from ideal.

Of course, from the perspective of a pervert taking advantage of a situation, hugging her anyway and feeling the softness of her full breasts could be considered the sole harvest.

"Let me bandage it for you." Shangguan Shiyue picked up the gauze at that moment and began reapplying a dressing to Lin Ming's wound.

The next day, when the sun was high in the sky, Jia Qianqian was still fast asleep as usual. However, a subordinate reported a headache-inducing matter to Nie Wuzheng: Shangguan Lei and Jia Qianqian's so-called sworn older brother, dwarf Xu, had both arrived. They were waiting at the city gates of Xuancheng for a reply and wished to enter the city to see him.

Sena smiled, and Old Ye understood. Watching two racing cars overtake him, the Racing God swiftly maneuvered his vehicle back into racing status. Seeing the Racing God's intensely focused driving movements, Old Ye naturally understood his current intentions. Thus, Old Ye smiled as well.

As Yang Feier stepped forward, round tears welled up and broke from her eyes, falling like scattered pearls with a patter.

Lei Ming took a seat beside her with a smile, his fingers lightly brushing across her sleeping face. She jerked awake as if by conditioned reflex, shrinking backward while a pair of grape-like dark eyes stared at him full of wariness.

Before long, Wang Hou and the others came to welcome Zhang Liao. Aside from Fa Zheng and Xiahou Mao, who had been following Wang Hou all along, Zhang Liao also encountered an unexpected person here.

The dog-head, having recovered its sanity, was like an entirely different dog compared to its violent demeanor. Looking at its calm appearance, it seemed that even if someone called it dog shit, it wouldn't have any objections.

With ten minutes left before work time, Jiang Ping'an hurriedly got up to wash up, incidentally kicking Pi Fang, who was sleeping on a makeshift floor bed.

Divine pills refer to precious elixirs refined by alchemists; golden fluid refers to a cultivator's own inner cultivation.

She wanted to win through stillness, but she certainly did not care for this kind of act where one feigned detachment while trying to sit back and reap the fisherman's profits.

"He played quite aggressively today, but he never managed to secure even a single advantage," said Si Xi Wanzi.

With so many employee salaries and insurances factored in, it had to be considered a miracle that Winter Media managed to hold on until now.

Wang Hou personally led a force of one thousand men to take over the ruined Xinyang County and began inspecting the surrounding area.

At that moment, a vigorous figure slowly emerged from the bushes. I peered closely and saw that it was a sturdy wild wolf with a slightly swaying tail and a coat of gray fur.

Fan Lang was free of distractions, concentrating and meditating. The cultivation method of the Supreme Wings appeared in his mind: uniting the heart with intent, guiding the spirit with intent, communicating the mysterious through spiritual power, validating the Dao through the mysterious, and transforming wings through the Dao.

Just as they had anticipated, this Ice Team's strategy could act arrogantly for a while, but it could not dominate forever.

A smile crossed Wang Hu's face as he withdrew the arm wrapped around Chang'e's slender waist, while also releasing the Huniu beside him, bringing his brief moment of holding beauties in both arms to an end.

Yang Wei's expression remained blank as he executed a tendon-breaking strike, aiming solely for the opponent's right shoulder and sweeping straight up from the wrist.

A brilliant cyan beam of light, over a hundred feet long, surged forth from Zhao Junyu's fist.

However, they had not come here to seek opportunities, but rather to annihilate the Evil Spirit Clan; they could not allow the Evil Spirit Clan to continue developing.