Chapter 63: Rank Has Its Privileges

Seeing Qin Feng's furious appearance, Sun Zihang trembled all over, every cell in his body cowering in fear!

He could not understand!

Why could this man still walk out unscathed from an explosion of this magnitude?

Is he human or a ghost?

"Young Master Li, save me!"

Sun Zihang fixed his gaze on Li Ao. He knew the probability of survival was practically zero, but he had to try even for a sliver of hope.

With that, he resorted to a threat: "Don't forget those two assassins..."

Before he could finish,

Li Ao abruptly covered his mouth and said fiercely, "At death's door and you still dare to splash dirty water on me. Sun Zihang, you are truly courting death!"

The next moment,

Li Ao drew a self-defense dagger, and with a single stroke, straight...

Some say a day in heaven is a year on earth, while others say ten, a hundred, or a thousand years on earth. In any case, the underlying meaning is that time holds different significance for different people.

The tongues of fire grew larger and larger, emitting a continuous crackling sound. Various decorations inside the ward fell to the ground with heavy thuds.

He said, "There are sugar buns today," while glancing outside. Even if there hadn't been any before, after he said those words, there had to be.

Beast language consisted only of the tongues of large magical beasts. Di Shitian did not know the languages of creatures like insects.

As for the aftermath, due to excessive grief, Qiao Yun had been recuperating quietly in the hospital and did not show her face. Everything was managed and assisted by Wu Runshan and Mu Hua, who were Wu Xin's parents, alongside Li Yifeng.

Li Xudong looked at her, alternating between deep thought and frowning, clearly trying to figure out how to dismiss him.

"I came to London only to oversee the progress, and to pass the time along the way," Liang Lexuan said with a relaxed smile.

At this moment, they were buried at the very bottom of the ruins, and the rescue excavations taking place outside only subjected them to even heavier pressure.

The reason Leng Xi and Wei Man were able to wander around here was entirely because the Dowager and the Second Madam Leng assumed they were merely taking a stroll near the Moon Gazing Tower, where they needn't worry about safety.

"Don't ask for such details; just wait to watch a good show," a sinister smile crept onto Ma Xiaoyao's lips.

"I have already explained the techniques for executing the Moon-Slash to you both. Whichever of you masters it first will be allowed to learn the other battle skills. Practice amongst yourselves for now; I have something to attend to outside," Wang Zhen finished speaking, turned around, and strode away.

A vague figure appeared above the golden urn of the Dark Night Nether, draped in a black cloak whose wide hood obscured his features.

"So it was that thing. Is that the Divine Shift Dragon Talisman? Is it important?" Yun Longjian deliberately asked.

"Given to the Glutton?" Li Xiao's eyes widened. A knightly divine artifact—aside from the Glutton, the only ones qualified to use it were the Peak Starry Sky. He had no idea how it ended up given to him.

Muhan, however, maintained his previous posture, as if he had entered another otherworldly realm entirely, everything around him seemingly unrelated to him in the slightest.

The only thing that worried Ma Xiaoyao was Dongfang Baodao. More than two months had passed, and he had yet to catch a glimpse of Dongfang Baodao. He had no idea how Dongfang Baodao was doing now, but unfortunately, Dongfang Haoran held a prejudice against Ma Xiaoyao and outright refused to let him see Dongfang Baodao.

Lin Wanyue's expression changed. Enduring her injuries, she retreated swiftly, yet she still could not evade Guan Feibai's claw-like five fingers. Her thin, delicate sleeves were torn apart directly, revealing her jade-white wrists and slender shoulders.

He had just returned from the gold mine. As he had guessed, the metal-attribute elemental energy within the mine was extremely dense. It took him only a single day to bring the metal-attribute true qi in his body to a state of equilibrium. Among the five true qi elements, only the wood-attribute true qi had yet to reach balance.

Dongfang Shenyun and Chen Langye exchanged glances, understanding dawning in their hearts. Each read the thoughts in the other's mind.

"Morning glow is always the best; Xiang'er is always bullying this brother of mine," Lü Hong shook his head, drawing a smile from Zhaoxia.

This word also set Nie Peixiao's long-suspended heart at ease. He gently raised a hand to wipe away the remaining tear tracks on Chuxiu's cheek, slowly helping her up as he let her lean against his chest, willingly and wholeheartedly protecting her.

Upon seeing that the God clan players behind them had all been driven to psychological illness and could no longer help, the God clan cavalrymen could only have more than a dozen priests behind them cast healing spells. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" More than a dozen divine lights descended, and the God clan cavalryman's health, which had dropped below two-fifths, instantly recovered to full value, springing back to life.

After listening, Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaidao seemed somewhat disbelieving that the person uttering such vicious words before their eyes was their usually cheerful and remarkably unreliable good brother Wang Xingxin.

Ever since Chuxiu partook in that breakfast with the various concubines in Rongjin Hall, the Dowager had exempted her from the morning and evening greetings. Yet on the morning of the second day after her nocturnal "opera-watching," Chuxiu once again received a summons from the Dowager.

Her tears fell in a continuous stream, gushing forth like an unceasing, crystal-clear spring. Hearing the reproach in her words, Shen Yu felt an indescribable stir of emotion and heartache. How could he not know that if he were to marry Yun Xiangrong, their relationship, though appearing bound by kinship on the surface, would only grow... increasingly distant.

Kong Nu was startled for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "I don't have any clothes on underneath, so I'll head back to the temple first!" With that, he scurried away in a flash.

The Shangjing he mentioned referred to admiring Lord Jing, Wang Anshi, while Shangwen referred to admiring Lord Wen, Sima Guang. In other words, it was the division between the New and Old Factions, a distinction typically present at court.

With a myriad of thoughts churning in his mind, Liyang reined in his focus. However, when he looked back out over the river surface, the teal-green birds that had been frolicking in the water earlier had vanished without a trace, having evidently flown off somewhere while Liyang was lost in thought.

Mochen rose and went to the place where the ramie was stored, finding a few orcs to help move a portion of it over to Granny Lianfen's side.

"Yeah! She said you're very stupid, not handsome at all, and sometimes act like a dummy." Rose Burial blurted it right out.

Zhaoxia, sitting to one side, rarely chimed in, spending most of her time admiring the scenery of the Duke's estate's back garden. When she escorted Second Miss Lü to the capital last time, Zhaoxia had visited the Duke's estate as well, but because Song Yuan was injured back then, she hadn't truly explored this back garden. Looking closely now, the Duke's estate's back garden was indeed vast.

Because of the pill's dimensions, sharp edges, and the retractile nature of the rubber, the pill happened to lie right in the center of the condom.

Li Maoyang had been telling her this from the very beginning of the IV drip, and he repeated and emphasized it to her at regular intervals afterward. She tried her best to follow his instructions, only to be continually interrupted by the sensations of pain.

After finishing the medicinal formula, Wang Dayou pondered for a moment, glanced at Li Maoyang once more, and then pulled a booklet of prescription forms from his pocket and handed it to Li Maoyang.

The seven fire dragons were actually just seven streams of flame, completely identical to the Nine-Sun Fire that Tiansheng had absorbed upon entering the island. They rampaged through his body before gathering near his dantian, where they began to circle around the dantian, pausing for half a day without making any further moves.

Chen Langye gazed at Jiegan, and Jiegan looked back at him. A common enemy made them friends; whatever grievances he held now had to be cast to the back of his mind, otherwise, they would simply be handing an opportunity to the Vampire Emperor, and none of them would leave this place easily.

The Prime Minister brought his rod down directly with a heavy strike, lashing fiercely across Liu Jiaojiao's back, causing her to grit her teeth in agony.