Chapter 71 The Warlord of Jiangnan: Lu Jingtian
Upon witnessing this scene, the dozen or so terrifying merfolk were stunned on the spot. They opened their blood-red mouths and howled skyward, venting their resentment and fury. Yet they were helpless; after all, they had no wings and couldn’t fly. They could only watch as Chen Yang and the two girls escaped the region of the deadly sea, soaring back to Divine Dragon Island.
Bai Bing and Chang Yu...
Lin Ye was clearly at odds with Goryeo, and so many eyes were watching them. If they surrendered outright, wouldn’t that be the same as admitting defeat to Great Xia?
Most of these stray cats sprawled lazily on the residents’ courtyard walls, basking in the sun. They were mostly native breeds, with every kind of pattern—cow-spotted, orange tabby, pear blossom, and tortoiseshell.
The imposing procession of over a hundred people made the palace guards outside Yaohua Palace nervous; they unconsciously gripped the hilts of their swords.
Thinking of this, she could no longer sit still. She had to investigate who was stirring up trouble behind the scenes.
Luo Jingning gazed into the bronze mirror and saw him clad in a crisp outfit, exuding sharp and heroic vigor. Remembering his recklessness the night before, her face flushed uncontrollably—this man was becoming more handsome by the day.
But a person who, just a few months ago, was only at the rank of Great Fighter—even if his cultivation had suddenly leapt to the realm of Battle King—could he really subdue Medusa, who had already broken through to Battle Emperor?
This time was different from the journey to Yangzhou. Back then, Prince Anyang was still lying low and didn’t know Shen Yue’s intentions, so he naturally held back and wouldn’t break with Shen Yue.
Just then, Qiao Guanjie, dressed in official robes, walked over from behind and handed Zhou Sisi a meat pie wrapped in dried lotus leaf, its aroma enticing.
As the space rippled, the entire area became distorted, as if covered in countless folds.
When Zhang Cuilan heard they were to pay compensation, she immediately wanted to retort. But, meeting Meng Feiwan’s icy gaze, she was so frightened she dared not make a sound.
The entire Yan Kingdom must have trillions of white crystal coins, so how could annual tax revenue be only a billion?
He was actually right—Rain Mo was the beautiful one, and Lan Ling was the one with the ample bosom. But Lan Ling’s chest wasn’t truly large; she just padded it with many things. I once counted her pads, and there were probably three.
Under such circumstances, the four primal consciousnesses of the worlds could sense what was happening in this region.
Only Li Zhi dared speak to Changsun in that manner. Changsun relished this feeling; it made her seem more like a mother.
Gu Nai heard those words and felt something stir inside her. “I’ll protect you”—how long since she’d heard that? A hundred years? Or two hundred?
The most crucial part of this matter was that it required the approval of her father and mother; otherwise, it was all meaningless.
The sun must have risen in the west, for I was utterly surprised. Perhaps she felt she couldn’t sleep in my bed for free!
He was usually extremely bold, always leading the way in things others wouldn’t dare do. If it weren’t for Xuan Yuan Hanmeng’s sleepwalking, he would never have believed in these bizarre tales of monsters and ghosts.
Dragon silkworms spun silk unlike any ordinary silkworm. Their threads were impervious to water and fire, and when woven into clothing, made it impossible for blades or arrows to penetrate.
Though she and Bo Jinghan took every precaution each time, such matters always carried that one-in-ten-thousand chance of accident.
Ji Wei looked at the girl speechlessly, her gaze tinged with pity—the girl’s intelligence was evidently offline.
Poisoned throwing knife? Who would be so ruthless as to harm her Gang Ge? No... She couldn’t remember.
In the past half year, she hadn’t exchanged a single word with Xiao Ling. Where, then, could “agree” or “disagree” even be spoken of?