Volume 1, Chapter 62: The Secret Arts of the Rong and Di

"Ah Dai, what do you think the outcome of the referendum will be? It'll be troublesome if everyone decides to stay!" Xia Qingling sat next to Chen Ran, smiling brightly.

However, he suddenly clutched his head as if struck by a sudden headache, his expression turning somewhat painful.

The entire inner wall of the pit was like this, with blades of various lengths fixed into the wall from the inside out.

"Well done, I almost wanted to punch him myself. Alright, go get to work," Lei whispered into Shan Ping's ear.

"Yes, Team Leader," the four bodyguards hurriedly bowed in response, then put away their pistols and walked back toward the building.

Xu Zuoyan was also panting, his face flushed, and his eyes brimming with a soft, moist sheen. Seeing Ye Kaicheng staring intently at him, he gave Ye Kaicheng a gentle push and turned his head slightly to avoid Ye Kaicheng's gaze.

"I'm sorry, classmate Li Xin. This colleague is new and doesn't know any better, nor does he know what happened yesterday," Commander Ling looked at Li Xin apologetically.

"Qianyun, that Demon God Chiyou of the Demon Realm is unfathomable. On this trip, I can only guarantee my own safe retreat and cannot look after anything else. I am truly sorry." Looking at Qianyun, who was completely unable to move, frowning and glaring at him, Hu Ao sighed and said softly.

In Lu Miaoci's haven, Lu Miaoci had long since taken the opportunity to leave, unable to bear the atmosphere in the room, leaving behind only Ye Feng, Shi Qingxuan, Shang Xiuxun, and Wei Zhenzhen.

Since they had already charged this deep, whether they lived or died was largely no longer up to their own attitude; therefore, going all out might just carve out a sliver of a chance of survival.

The Beard could even imagine that if Gao Zhan really rushed over to stop the five great families, he might just get beaten out. Any attempt by Gao Zhan to stop them would only make everyone all the more determined to carry it out.

In the past, when he went to St. John's, basically nothing ever happened. The time Vinea was giving birth, he had been worried to death at first, but it turned out Vinea secretly told him it was just play-acting, so after that, he wasn't anxious at all while on the boat.

Hearing Rayo ask about business, Narlparck and Eruru immediately cast aside their inner doubts. Solving the anomaly in the Wailing Caverns was the most urgent matter now.

Yuan Ji named this thing a syringe simply because it was convenient and easy to remember. When Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong asked why, Yuan Ji brushed them off with a single sentence: since it was a syringe, it should be called a syringe.

"Ping'an Village! What's wrong, you don't know the name of our village?" Xiuer replied casually, then asked with some surprise.

Speechlessly looking at Li Qian, Gao Zhan increasingly realized that this girl's influence was truly immense. Although she had neither power nor status and was merely a college student, in reality, her influence could probably rival that of the top figures within the province.

A motley assortment—at first glance, quite numerous, but upon picking and choosing, after eliminating the seeds that were infected and spoiled or had completely lost their vitality, only about ten percent of the medicinal seeds remained capable of normal cultivation.

Current him was a genuine Silver-tier master. His internal core had completely transformed into a pure white color. His blood was tinged with white through red, and gold through white, the three colors perfectly fused together.

Seeing their expressions, Qi Dong smiled faintly. Throughout this process, he had remained invisible so they could not see him; only during hypnosis did they become aware of his existence.

Had it been anyone else, they would likely have long since been exhausted both physically and mentally, losing any possibility of dodging this sudden wave of fire attacks, and thus becoming fodder in their mouths.

Upon hearing Moody's words, Arthur seemed to realize the trick behind it as well, and then looked at Anduin with a conflicted expression.

A body as white as snow, a pair of clear and penetrating eyes, and that signature, striking short grey hair.

The Zhangsun family happened to have a few paddy fields, and Zhangsun Wuji chose a piece of fertile paddy field to serve as an experimental plot for growing Linyi rice.

"Good grief, this is way better than ordinary flying brooms!" Ron excitedly climbed onto a Grallin, tested it out, and found that these winged horses were extremely obedient, obviously having received professional training.

Seeing the crowd of onlookers growing larger and larger, the security guard gave up the guardroom and pulled Su Jian over, asking him to bring the principal inside to take shelter.

"My name is Erniu, Li Erniu. I can't eat my meals; eating makes it hurt right here, and it's been like this for a long time," Li Erniu pointed his finger at his chest.

"I can understand making a standalone self-inspection tool, but what's the point of selling a pocket watch by itself? It's not an alchemical item," Anduin frowned slightly.

Yuan Zheng flipped his wrist, producing a torch in his hand. After igniting it, the dim firelight illuminated the surrounding walls, casting reflections on the pitted walls and steep steps on both sides.

This was also closely related to the climate of that time, which was completely different from today's climate.

Although they had only seen a portion of these people, there was no doubt that they had all been sleeping in that building earlier. Judging by their current appearance, they were clearly just like the two of them, completely unaware of having been thrown out.

Not long after the imperial physicians left, Dowager Empress Rongci came to visit Li Wei. This time, Dowager Empress Rongci came alone.

Salis's face was flushed red with extreme excitement: "Your Majesty the Emperor, can I... can I also become an official?" He was merely a lowly person; in their country, it was impossible for him to become a noble in his entire lifetime, unless he fought in battles and earned military merit as a noble, which still required generations of effort and transformation.