Volume 1, Chapter 60: How Ruthless Consort Yun Is

The Emperor looked at her and said, "Rest assured, the Imperial Physician-in-Chief is also a man I trust."

"I don't want this, Your Majesty."

A hint of coldness crept into the Emperor's eyes. "The imperial heir is what matters most."

Consort Li's heart instantly leaped into her throat, and she gazed at the Emperor through tear-misted eyes. "Then, before that happens, might Your Majesty allow this concubine to meet with Lady Song? I wish to ask her properly why she would seek to harm me."

A trace of malice flashed through her eyes.

A quarter of an hour ago.

"What is Bai Chen's current strength?" Li Wufeng recalled the young master of the Heavenly Blade Sect, Bai Chen, and could not help asking aloud.

Consequently, having taken this Spatial Rend head-on, Mewtwo let out a cry of pain. Its form wavered so severely that it could barely maintain its Mega Y form.

The powerhouse teams in the Western Conference were indeed formidable, yet each squad was reasonably well-equipped, making it difficult to dismantle a roster and rebuild just because of Tracy McGrady. As for the weak teams, they were far too feeble, making it hard to build up championship-contending strength in a short period of time.

The Daoist of Heavenly Corpses' face darkened instantly. Just as he was about to retort, a sudden surge of primal energy fluctuation erupted.

Throughout the entire night, neither of them closed their eyes. Shi Hongyun relied on the system, keeping his vitality high, while Ai Yingying had a son raised on imported formula, which also kept her full of energy. By daybreak, twenty-eight or twenty-nine medical records had all been completed.

He suddenly pulled back the foot he was about to step forward with, hurriedly retracting it and taking two steps back with his entire body.

The newly grown pincers of the Scorpion Fiend Ox had a color that seemed somewhat discordant with its surrounding skin, yet the sound of them snapping open and closed showed that their hardness was quite impressive. The battle was about to commence once more.

By then, Lu Bu, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, and Xiahou Dun—five top-tier martial warriors—would all take the stage simultaneously.

Lin Zheng nodded. These remarks were little different from not saying anything at all, as they were things he already knew.

The Sharp-Tooth Cheese Rabbit slammed its back fiercely against the tree trunk, and Zheng Yuan, perched upon it, suffered terribly. It felt much like crashing one's back against the water surface from a four-meter diving platform, leaving him somewhat dazed.

His tone was eager and his actions enthusiastic, which instead gave Ying Li the illusion that she had somehow rescued him.

Wu Zhongyi harbored the intention of making Shadan and Lin Simei a pair of apprentices or a romantic couple, while Tang Tian intended to give up on Lin Simei.

Though he claimed he was about to become a star, he harbored some inner doubts as well; naturally, he was not a fool completely devoid of self-awareness.

The French Kingdom, unhindered by Prussia, would undoubtedly be able to extract far more strength to combat the Great Eagle Empire.

From the beginning of the interview, this master chef had grown emotional several times. When mentioning how others looked down upon cooks, he threw a fit.

Yet beneath the apocalypse, human hearts were scattered, and the Lighthouse's philosophy of discarding emotion conflicted with Bai Quelui's philosophy emphasizing family relations.

The rock mountain was covered with dazzling and varied corals; some were blue, some cyan, while the vast majority displayed soft, tender pink hues, presenting a breathtaking sight.

Having found the root cause of the unstable quality, they switched back to minerals with a high content. Once the quality stabilized, Tang Tian took his leave and returned to the provincial capital to visit Hu Xiangnong's workplace.

Squad Leader Gao and the members of the Sharp Blade Brigade, harboring bellies full of suppressed anger, could only watch as the frontline fought fiercely while they remained safely stationed in the rear area, watching the excitement.

The three of them quickly departed from Zhaoge, and the rebellious poem written by Su Hu was delivered to King Zhou. By the time he dispatched men in pursuit, the three of them, escorted by over a dozen guards, had already fled a hundred miles away.

After getting into the car, Tang Zong spoke two sentences and then remained silent. Rong Nuo glanced at him, hesitated as if she wanted to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

This was specially written by Tang Zong with the help of his friend—a comprehensive strategy plan targeted specifically at Rong Nuo.

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