Volume 1, Chapter 22: The First Royal City—Xianmi Changyou, Jun Wuzhi

Consequently, many in China now regard Xinghai Entertainment Co., Ltd. as the third major giant, standing on par with the two industry leaders.

As a bone spear pierced a half-orc soldier, in that moment between life and death, he finally broke down.

"Zhang Min has three days of classes left; why don't you spend the remaining two days taking her out?" Wu Danlong asked.

Su Tingting and Su Yuli are twins. Su Mosu had not seen them very often, but in the limited times they met, they did not display the intelligence of their past lives, but rather a dullness unusual for their age.

Shen Mengdie naturally considered this; otherwise, with her relatively weak attack power, how could she have convinced those people?

Should he tell her that he regretted intentionally driving her away the very next day? That he had searched for her for a long time, and that it was not too late to mend the fence—could she give him another chance? Even if he put aside his pride and said it, if her response was one of disdain, he would have no hope left.

"If you don't agree, I'll have to keep taking advantage of the Wind Wheel," Wu Danlong said with a faint smile.

It was like a barrier, like a breath of extreme cold. How did I even manage to use this? Even I don't know; I only felt a flash of red light pass before my eyes.

"Teacher Liu Lin is truly incredible. He silenced all of Hollywood and crushed every so-called blockbuster! Hahaha!" Old Zhang laughed, his voice booming for everyone around to hear.

However, some felt that although Wu Yu's attitude was arrogant, it was precisely what made Mo Yuji trust him, believing he wouldn't change his stance halfway. After all, such a tone provoked the other two, deepening the friction within that pair.

Her body seemed to be gently lifted. With an uncontrollable, throbbing pain, Lu Xi frowned in discomfort and tried to turn over, but her limbs felt as heavy as lead. Something was pushed into her mouth, pressing down on the root of her tongue, and a bitter medicinal liquid slid down her throat. So bitter! I don't want to drink it! Lu Xi protested with incoherent mumbles.

Bai Liufeng wanted to perform the search spell again, but his body simply could not handle it. As soon as he activated the incantation, his chest felt stifled, and he had to give up.

"I am going to meet this illegitimate son of the Emperor you speak of." Ban Hua picked up the fox-fur cloak from the rack and prepared to head out.

The group went upstairs and saw the man wailing and rolling on the floor amidst the chaotic room. They were all bewildered; was this the work of the guards from the Jingting Duke's mansion?

She gave the rogue a glare, pulled Anyue Yubing to sit further away, and hid behind him to keep Mo Lingfeng from seeing her.

"The Empress Dowager is absolutely right." Lu Zhen leisurely finished his cup of tea before strolling toward the Council Chamber.

Being born with it is one thing, but in ancient times, the hair-washing products used were purely natural, unlike the modern ones filled with chemical additives that only nourish the hair without causing harm.

Qi Yao’s breathing was somewhat rapid; his palms were burning, his whole body felt as if it were on fire, and his gaze was unfocused.

At the mere thought of this, Xiao Mutang felt as if his throat were being gripped by a giant hand, making even breathing difficult.

Li Zhan was the person most deeply entangled with Tang Ning, but because they had always operated in the shadows, few knew how close their connection was. Now that the servants suddenly saw Tang Ning holding a stunningly beautiful young man so intimately, they all mistook Zhang Jian for the prospective Prince Consort.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me honestly: my dad isn't an ordinary person, is he?" I asked quietly.

After speaking with them for a while, Magistrate Cheng felt he had calmed down a bit and left with Madam Cheng to talk to their fifth son.

Days passed in this plain and warm atmosphere until the end of the eleventh month of the tenth year of Yong'an. By then, it had become a habit for Lingxi to visit the Zijin Palace.

Hua Xin'er naturally saw what was on Liu Feng's mind; she smiled slightly, signaling her helplessness. She immediately took Guo Jia's pulse on both wrists.

"Oh my, why are there three coffins in this wilderness? Whose family threw their dead here?" Uncle Jin, unaware of what had just happened, felt no danger and was about to go take a look. I quickly pulled him back, telling him not to go over there, as that thing was too dangerous.

For a third-rank official to serve as a provincial governor, the authority is close to that of a viceroy. For Liu Jingyao, this was an excellent opportunity, and for Zhang Shouren, his status would naturally rise accordingly.

The scene depicted the rise of a family, or more accurately, the history of a dynasty.

Although he recognized it, he had never thought Bai Lixuan would use it. After all, Bai Lixuan only had the cultivation of the twelfth layer of Qi Refining; the spiritual energy required to activate a high-tier magic artifact was something he simply could not bear.

Moreover, Zhang Shouren was nowhere to be found. Although hundreds of strong troops were lined up outside the city, this guerrilla general was being far too negligent and careless toward everyone.

As he spoke, Jiang Yu opened the box, which contained the long black hair cut from Huo Ziqi.

The man’s eyes were light, tinged with a faint blue. Unlike Fu Yan’s sparkling blue eyes, the strange luster in his gaze was hard to notice unless one looked closely.

"Welcome, Venerable Soul of War, to the Underworld. May I ask the purpose of your visit?" A translucent figure suddenly appeared before Rong Xi and Ye Shuli.

Mo Fengye turned her sword and suddenly lunged toward Lu Ziqing. Amidst the shrill, angry roar of Prime Minister Lu, Lu Ziqing closed her eyes in despair as the entire crowd gasped.

It felt as if the very air had become suffocating. Shen Mubai could only stare, locking eyes with the other person, her brain completely shutting down.

Shen Mubai felt that the other person did not want to let her go; otherwise, he wouldn't have said so much.

After all, the Chaos Bell is a primordial treasure, an indestructible existence. It cannot be destroyed by human hands unless one kills its owner.

Afraid of him? He was being played like a puppet, wasn't he? He had never seen Shen Li look so obedient.

Otherwise, as Meng Po said, if they simply let the Underworld Emperor wake up and return to the future, stopping his obsession with the past, wouldn't everything be a happy ending?

"She truly finds me repulsive this time, doesn't she?" Qi Li thought of Mu Ling's expression and her words. Thinking of how Beiming Yuan had protectively and angrily shielded Mu Ling from him, Qi Li knew he had no chance left.

—The Empress Dowager had originally only wanted someone to talk to; it is thought that after she finished speaking with Qin Zheng, she remained silent for a long time.

Lu Lianzhen looked at the Second Young Master's expression and smiled indifferently, then tore the skin mask from his face—it was indeed a delicate face, a face so unremarkable that one could hardly remember it. Yet, this was not Lu Lianzhen's own face, but the face of the man who had been in the box.