Chapter 41 Found

"The issue right now isn't this; it's having them released to me immediately!" Gulan Doma erupted with a lion's roar once more, blowing back even the hair of Murong Chen's thought-form.

"Hey, stop dwelling on it. There is always a way out; let's think of something else," Leng Yan comforted, though he was silently crying out in despair inside.

Furthermore, there was another matter: Murong Chen had also prepared a corresponding background identity for Lü Bu—not the kind where Lü Bu married the Eldest Princess to become the imperial son-in-law, but rather an ancestral lineage connection, specifically linked to Empress Lü.

The squad leader felt that engaging in such close-quarters combat would result in too many casualties among his lackeys, so he ordered them to fall back and shoot Shi Zhenfeng to death with arrows.

Endless power from the Heavenly Dao divine runes surged out from the sea of consciousness, entering the faint energy body of the figure in the painting. An explosive radiance scattered in all directions, unleashing boundless and destructive energy akin to a stellar explosion.

Nagano Shin forced himself to walk into the kitchen with a normal pace, where he saw that familiar figure—the figure whose secret he now knew.

Trixie seemed to understand Jiang Qi's words completely; she instantly stopped the flow of her snow-white milk, turned her head to look back at Jiang Qi, and even reached out her tongue to lick his robe. This gesture delighted Jiang Qi beyond measure.

"What on earth is so mysterious?" Murong Fang took the sunglasses handed over by Murong Chen and examined them briefly. "Your taste is still as flashy as ever. Tell me, couldn't you keep it a bit more low-key?" With that, Murong Fang put the sunglasses on.

Upon hearing this, Kangxi silently prayed for Fudan in his heart. Foso and Tuhai were both paragons of their generation; with the two of them jointly conducting the inspection, he wondered if Fudan would be able to withstand the pressure. At the same time, Kangxi also granted Yunyao's request.

Her own idol's official account wouldn't post a single update all year round, leaving the Weibo feed to grow wild with weeds, yet this time they had become active purely because of the new ADC. How could they not be curious?

Retaining his amiable and courteous smile, he now wore an expression tinged with a hint of devotion. His faint figure slowly drifted toward the stone sculpture inside the meditation room, coming to a halt in the air about two meters away from it. Then, placing his right hand over his heart, he bowed his head slightly toward the sculpture, displaying utmost solemnity.

Hearing the two abruptly appearing voices, Yuan Qiyun and the other two were perplexed. Stopping in unison, they looked around their surroundings; the grass grew lush and green, but aside from that, forget about people—not even a ghost was in sight.

He didn't have the heart to flick her hard, fearing it would pain her, so he only tapped her forehead lightly. In response, Keke covered her forehead, wearing an innocent and adorable expression as she stared pitifully and reproachfully at Qian Yunche.

Compared to it, the lower-grade immortal artifacts encountered previously were like the difference between common dirt and the bright moon.

The old master had been sipping his tea leisurely, but upon hearing these words, he spat it all out. Eighth Master, having anticipated this, pushed Xia Mo aside and sidestepped just in time to avoid the spray. Just as he was feeling smug, the old master grew so furious that he dumped an entire bowl straight onto him.

Wu Lei's ghostly figure materialized directly in mid-air. He gazed at the thunderous palm descending upon him with the force of a massive mountain, and then he drew a deep breath.

"Brother Hao." Qian Yuluo was also very happy. Qian Yuhao was one of the few sources of warmth she had in the Xuanyuan Empire, so she naturally cherished it.

Consequently, Yu Mengmeng summoned several patrolling spirits to interrogate them as well, but the result remained remarkably consistent: they all shook their heads, indicating they had seen nothing.

Su Yun'er also nimbly curled herself up under the covers. In *Pacific Rim*, because the two of them piloted different mechas separately, they actually rarely had moments of intimate warmth together.

She only then remembered that there had been so many onlookers just a moment ago. Looking back, however, she found that the two of them were alone in the entire carriage, which finally allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.

After serving the tea, Zhangsun Xiu produced a piece of white silk, hesitating over which aunt to present it to. Just as Wang Xingning reached out eagerly to snatch it and see what on earth it was, Madam Qin slapped away his unruly hand and shot him a reproachful glare.

Mortals live, age, fall ill, and die by conforming to the Heavenly Dao; from birth to death, they merely experience a progression from life to death. Cultivators, however, defy the heavens, endlessly prolonging their lives through self-cultivation until they ultimately attain the mighty realm of eternal indestructibility—this represents a rebellious force of life that violates the Heavenly Dao.

"Number Seven truly is the most thoughtful. You must stay longer in the palace this time; your imperial father has missed you dearly!" Sitting in the seat of honor, the Empress praised Mo Ling with affectionate words, though the smile failed to reach her eyes.

Having spoken, without waiting for anyone to respond, she flashed past with a gust of wind and walked outside, leaving a roomful of men staring in utter astonishment.

As for the Wind-Chasing Fist, it not only seemed monotonous to Li Yang, but its power was also far from sufficient. This was why Li Yang wanted to find another offensive spell with greater might.

Even so, the momentum of the Xuanfu sect disciple's forward charge did not stop. He had already recalled his flying sword into his hand, and the golden sword Qi burned as brilliantly as golden flames. Anyone could sense from it the absolute determination to perish together with his opponent.

What made her figure look even more exquisitely proportioned was her marvelous physique. The graceful curves draped beneath the thin quilt were filled with vitality.

He walked over to the busy counter and waited. The attendants were printing receipts for other customers and paid no attention to Liu Ling's arrival.

Just as Lu Ping shook his head and sighed, Jin Cuilian realized that since they were embarking on a long journey this time, the lighter their belongings, the better.

Yu Yi had been quite insidious back then, launching a sneak attack while Chen Kun was intently asking him a question. However, because both Yu Yi and Chen Kun were at the mid-stage of the three-star realm in cultivation, even Yu Yi's surprise attack failed to snatch away the chess piece.

What kind of figure was the Three-Transformation Lord Tang Long?! He was currently the only true divine-tier entity to appear before everyone—though this divine-tier status had not yet been recognized by many major powers on the Oslo continent. Yet, based solely on his combat record, it was hard for anyone to believe he was not of the divine tier.

A ferocious flame was burning. Behind the scorching white fire lay an endless, pitch-black abyss. The dark-skinned young man Ying Sheng stood amidst the darkness; he was an entity even blacker than the dark itself, and within his eyes, a frantic will to battle burned brightly.