Chapter 62: Siblings (Part Two)

Jing Moxuan remained silent, still holding Han Shui'er. His tall and slender frame gradually grew limp, hanging heavily upon her shoulder.

After countless failures, Liuhuai understood one thing: his master certainly possessed a secret technique to conceal his cultivation. His purpose was to prevent others from guessing his true realm. Seen in this light, the figure of 8,000 was hardly authentic; his master's strength should vastly exceed that number.

My master told me to find a mortal man to learn what love is. I thought I would be searching for a long time, but the God of War blessed me, letting me encounter one right here in the Vast Mountains.

Liuhuai then briefly recounted how he had heroically rescued Yun Zheyue, mentioning the ruins inside the karst cave as well as Yun Zheyue's promise.

Although Xu Liang recognized Jiu Huang, he had no knowledge whatsoever of Zhao Xuan, who sat beside her.

Then what kind of person did she admire? Nan Yu pondered this, and the final answer she arrived at turned out to be Tang Huaijin.

They all believed that the region where they lived would become a sanctuary of peace amidst this chaotic order, and they felt fortunate to have come here.

"Among all of us, he was the last to get married—" Wang Peng suddenly realized his slip of the tongue and looked at Jiang Xiu with an apologetic expression.

That night, bonfires blazed across countless tribes, and the grand celebrations lasted until dawn. The supplies Lord Feng had accumulated over the years were continuously transported to the giant's tribe. More than a decade of painstaking cultivation had made him the most noble leader in the Vast Mountains, second only to the God of War.

At the mere thought of Gao Xue getting angry—and the prospect of losing his sleeping quarters for the night—Li Nan could not help but lower his head and instinctively drift back toward the hallway outside the emergency department.

Since Fuyi was going into battle, Li Lingfeng had no need to contend for the spot. He had originally intended to fight in order to secure the first victory, but now with Fuyi taking the field, it was undeniably a much safer bet. Why should he bother competing?

Mu Lingxi indeed sighed; the distance from here to her humble dwelling was truly not insignificant. If she were to walk back on foot, she feared she would not arrive until daybreak.

"I am Wuxin, and who are you?" Remembering quite a few romance tales where young men pursued the maidens they adored, he figured he should at least make this young lady remember his name first.

Setting aside the Great Silence Formula, Liu Wu proceeded to ask about the rather bad news. Upon the mention of this matter, Yu Jingyi immediately turned serious—not just putting on an act, but displaying genuine gravity. This caused Liu Wu to realize the severity of the situation, and his expression naturally grew solemn as well.

Along the entire journey from Yangzhou to the capital, the thing Yan Jiaojiao heard most about was Prime Minister Chen Shaoyou taking a year-long extended leave to accompany a noble princess on a tour of the landscapes of the Hua Kingdom.

Han Zhong was completely dumbfounded. What medicine was Feng Xin selling in his gourd? Was he still the leader of the Yellow Turbans? Did this mean that these several thousand Yellow Turban subordinates would once again return to his command?

"I—I don't have his number." What Mu Lingxi said might be hard for Ouyang Qianlong to believe, but such was indeed the truth.

Gao Xuan immediately dodged to the side, but swift as his reaction was, he was still caught in the ripples of the explosive sound. At that instant, Gao Xuan felt a violent sensation of his spiritual consciousness being scorched rush into his mind.

He had completely forgotten that if her husband simply uttered a single word before the Emperor, his own uncle could easily be stripped of his official post and thrown into a dungeon.

If he attempted to force his way through, it would trigger the formation array. Naturally, the Frost-Clad Guards would step in to obstruct and entangle him, making reaching the upper floor an extravagant hope.

Yang Yan nodded and immediately had the rubber solution brought out, preparing to mix the two liquids right away.

No matter what they were thinking in their hearts, at this moment both of them wore smiles on their faces, bowing and yielding to one another as elder and younger brother endlessly. It looked as brotherly and harmonious as could possibly be.

Back then, An Yunqi's room was the largest in the entire villa, and her balcony was filled with her favorite sunflowers.

Even if some daring villagers found a suitable opportunity to pounce from above and drag the bandits down from their horses, it changed little.

To any adventurer, the deep sea is full of mystery. The combination of boundless expanse and the unknown holds a fatal attraction for them.

The entire canopy shed vibrated violently. The Heavenly Fiend Luo and the Duke of Gloucester exchanged glances, both wearing puzzled expressions, as if wondering where else such a massive commotion could possibly originate from.

The elder of the Hall of Discipline was naturally a person of impatient temperament. Now that someone was voluntarily taking the blame, why shouldn't he accommodate her?

In her past life, Zhang Zhaoxia was an abandoned child left at an orphanage. However, she was very fortunate, for the director of the orphanage that took her in was a person of great compassion.

The world before his eyes rippled like water waves, yet the grey mist was not seen through by Ji Yuan.

A faint blush bloomed across her cheeks, with a thin layer of perspiration glistening on the tip of her nose, making her look both charming and lively.

Wukong, who was bound atop the painting, watched as spiritual energy resembling churning rivers condensed into a tide, tearing through the void as if an invisible pair of giant hands were ripping open a pitch-black fissure above the altar.

Gao Shun's vanguard troops surged into the enemy formation like a breached dam. Zhang Wei's massive array collapsed at the very first contact. Lü Lingqi led her soldiers on a rampage, charging straight into Zhang Wei's central army, and under Zhang Wei's terrified gaze, thrust her halberd to unseat him from his horse.

Only he held fast to the conviction that since he had come, he must render a fair judgment. Unswayed by anything and fearing no one, he sought solely to uncover the truth and avert a bloody disaster.

Yan Liang paid no heed to Lü Lu's sarcasm; suddenly, he didn't seem like a reckless brute at all. Lü Bu could tell that Yan Liang actually cherished his life quite a bit. It must have been because he suffered countless mockeries and sneers after betraying Yuan Shao that he was determined to die rather than surrender.

"The young master has not stepped outside his doors for more than twenty days," Fugui replied with a bow. Having served in the Chen family for many years, he was long accustomed to such behavior.