66 Prohibition of Spreading Rumors

Surrounding experts of the Three Ancients wore expressions of slight astonishment before directly shaking their heads. This Demonic Hoe had truly suffered a double loss, gaining nothing while throwing away the rice used as bait, hehe.

Before long, countless members of the Tang Sect had perished beneath his palms. If anyone dared to utter the words "monks practice mercy and compassion" in front of Shi Yan, he would surely curse and scoff with utter disdain.

Lanhua nodded and said, "Royal Physician Sun came and checked, saying a fever has set in." Fortunately, however, she had already regained consciousness; otherwise, the princess would undoubtedly have grown even more anxious.

"You, step down! Go and get your stories straight!" Fei Liangyan said angrily to Liu Lingshan.

Inside the giant crater, two figures stood suspended in the void, though neither of their conditions looked very good at the moment! It was fair to say they were in an extremely battered and wretched state!

"Understood! Commander, after I transfer to the Marine Corps, how will your adjutant be chosen?" Wen Yingxing asked.

"Xiao Menglou!" A hint of relieved a smile surfaced on Yu Ruotong's face. This smile was so faint that it vanished almost the instant she felt her muscles twitch, yet she still felt the soothing and cooling sensation that the smile itself brought her. At that moment, she felt profoundly grateful for the existence of Xiao Menglou.

With those words, Wang Zhen took the initiative to strike. A thick, surging force enveloped him as he leaped up into mid-air. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Wang Zhen was now at the end of his tether, his vital energy scattered and unable to condense.

During this period, after swallowing nearly thirty roundworm essences, Cui Feng suddenly felt a sharp, twisting pain in his abdomen. Yanchai informed him that this was completely normal.

"Right, did you think only you understand me? How could I possibly not understand your character?" Although a lingering bitterness still remained at the corners of Ziran's mouth, who could truly comprehend the anguish of being deceived by the one sharing your pillow?

When a warm sensation spread down to her legs, Wang Miaozi finally realized something was amiss. Her face instantly drained of color in fright, and she began to curse furiously.

Heh, it wasn't just Xie Honglin; as long as someone carried the surname Xie, he did not want to see them—ever again, for the rest of his life.

As for Mili, she seemed to have been cornered by Old Man Li, and getting a Border Collie puppy seemed like an absolute inevitability.

Her father initially refused because people in the town said that the man was prone to drunken rages. His previous wife had either been pushed into a stone mill while he was drunk and suffered a fatal blow to her head, or, on another occasion when he was drunk in the dead of winter, she had been stripped naked and thrown out onto the snow in the courtyard, where she was frozen to death. One of those wives was even pregnant at the time of her death.

This result was considered mediocre among large dog agility sports performances in the country, but Lei Junyi was still quite satisfied.

When he received the call from Jiang Jingjing, Li Qing was waiting outside for Lin Chiling—who had smashed the corridor glass of the apartment a couple of days prior and hadn't returned to school for several days—to finish writing her self-reflection and come out.

Ye Zhiqiu fled all the way toward the northwest, and astonishingly, the journey went smoothly without encountering any obstruction or attacks.

Yet if anyone dared to report back to Qinghe County in such a manner, he would surely roar back that it was still a considerable amount, no less than what that fellow Dang Shixiong had lost.

Mencius said: Those with constant property have constant hearts, while those without constant property lack constant hearts. But if this saying were applied to the lowest-tier impoverished commoners, tangled together with rural mentalities, as long as those destitute souls had a bite to eat, they probably wouldn't bother pondering other paths—like migrating, right?

Upon seeing the events of Huzhou described in the dispatches, Lord Landeng was filled with great regret. Had he known earlier, he should have given Yang Zhi and Qin Ming a hint, telling them not to hold back any longer once things became truly 'unbearable'.

However, many people still maintained a disdainful attitude toward Wanda Group, and quite a few netizens even began to jointly boycott Wanda Group's theater chain company, which had already pushed Wanda Cinemas into a state of loss.

Thus began his long and arduous cultivation. The reason the School of Yin-Yang remained so formidable among the Hundred Schools of Thought was inextricably linked to their rigorous and grueling training.

"Xuanqing, you've won!" The Blood Demon was naturally overjoyed. On one hand, it was because of Xuanqing's victory; on the other hand, it was naturally because he would get to see what the Flying Stream Whip looked like.

When I suddenly let out a shout, even Li Tian was startled. When he first called me about this matter, he had simply treated it as a petty domestic affair.

"Ahem... just so-so, oh no, the soup is about to burn!" Sarah hurriedly fled the large living room. Rito knew Sarah's personality well; whenever she felt awkward or embarrassed, she would always use such methods to escape.

Whichever owner's car appeared, they would kidnap that person. Anyway, anyone who could drive that kind of car must be a filthy rich tycoon.

If an average man wore such a brightly patterned shirt, it would definitely look vulgar, but Su Chen's face and temperament completely carried off such a demanding garment, making him look full of ethnic-style vitality instead.

Wang Zhe naturally knew what these people were thinking. Having eavesdropped on him, they wanted to just let the matter slide without any consequences—that was truly naive. For Wang Zhe, dealing with them was just a matter of a single word; making them suffer a little hardship was far too simple!

Indeed, just as Lin Yuan had said, such protrusions were extremely rare in a desert, especially appearing inside a tomb.

After Ling Duoyu vanished, a large number of people rushed into the room. Among them were even two Gods of Gods. Upon entering, they waved their hands and extinguished the raging flames. However, that headless corpse had already been reduced to ashes.

Furthermore, if Xiao Menglou could defeat many formidable experts in the trials while at the late Divine Spirit realm, he would undoubtedly attract the attention of the envoys from the Ancestral Realm.

Yet today, he actually uttered the words "It's not up to me," which completely subverted their understanding of Lü Baojun.

The Wind-Thunder Nine-Strike Saber Technique returned empty-handed. Facing Hu Yifei's Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Forms, Chen Zheng once again deployed the Blood-Transforming Saber Technique. This saber technique had already reached the realm of perfection—its moves were uncanny, sinister, and vicious. A wisp of bloody hue rose from within the constellation formed by the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Forms, trailing a series of crimson afterimages.

Suddenly, Chen Zheng felt his mind's light merge into one with the spirituality of the saber embryo. Experiencing the changes of nature and spirit within the saber embryo, he vaguely gained a new comprehension of the Bone-Piercing Nether Wind Art.

Uncle Ye figured that if he allowed this, there was no telling how many distant uncles and aunts would learn from this and come pulling the same stunt in the future.

Although he did not know what rank Platinum truly represented, through such a long period of exploration, Luo Chen had roughly figured out that his Platinum Sea of Consciousness was extraordinary indeed.