Chapter 59 Drinking

A Jun-ware porcelain cup tapped gently against the rosewood table, producing a faint, crisp sound that caused Nianyun to turn her head upon the midday resting couch.

The young man's laughter cut off abruptly, as though his throat had been seized, choking back any further words which he was forced to swallow awkwardly. His refined face glared furiously at Li Xixi, twisting into a somewhat ferocious expression.

In the past, because of Sister Xiaoruo, she had suppressed her romantic feelings for him. But now, with such an opportunity to be united with the one she held in her heart, Zheng Rou's emotions remained turbulent for a long time.

Damn it! If this drizzle of needle-like rain didn't stop soon, she would simply throw caution to the winds and rush out, refusing to endure this damned torment any longer.

"You may return now and collect your reward from Zhurong. Furthermore, should you need anything during this period, go directly to the Yuanzhi Hall to retrieve it. Contribution points will not be necessary; I will inform them beforehand."

Suddenly, all the guards treading the heavens while holding weapons slammed their feet heavily onto the ground, freezing completely in place. Their weapons immediately pointed toward the hundreds of demonic soldiers of the Blood Fiend Palace within the barrier.

It must be said that this method of information transmission was extremely covert, yet its drawback was that the content of the messages was relatively simple, consisting entirely of pre-arranged codes. If an accident occurred, one would only receive the news that an accident had taken place, with no way of knowing the nature of that accident. This was precisely the greatest flaw of this method.

Xia Xun had just unleashed every ounce of strength within his body, leaving a thin layer of fine perspiration shimmering across his forehead. His expression retained its usual peerless and haughty demeanor; rather than detracting from his image, the light sheen of sweat on his brow only added an ethereal and wondrous beauty to his appearance.

Commander Bai’s elderly father and mother had been waiting for a long time. Hearing from the servant that the guests had arrived at the entrance, the aged couple hurriedly walked out of the main gate, accompanied by the steward and an entourage, passing the spirit screen wall to welcome them.

That "brave and stalwart lad" was the customary phrasing used by the escort-blocking attendants. It turned out they were championing Chu'er and resenting him for coveting wealth and status.

After spending ten-odd minutes in Dean Jia's office, Lan Yishu, alongside Dean Jia and Liang Hong, proceeded to the room.

Hao Hao failed to take the words in, struggling to get up from Fan Jin's grasp. He stubbornly turned his head to look at his mother, only to find her smiling brightly right back at him.

Qin Xing looked back and saw a burly, formidable-looking man in his forties staring at him with a gloomy face.

"I imagine that once they accomplish their goal, they will return," Neptune murmured slowly to himself.

"Elder sister, lend me a hand and help take this down!" Mrs. Lu glanced at the dazed Mrs. Huang, patted her shoulder with a warm smile, and spoke affectionately.

Yan Xi shifted her body, feeling a dull, aching pain in her chest that prevented her from sitting up. Seeing that she had woken yet refused to rise, and feeling his majesty challenged, Dening grew even more furious. He rushed forward, grabbed her by the collar, and roared.

Huangfu Xijue instead pinned her beneath him, subduing her flailing hands and her erratic, haphazard kisses entirely to his will.

Not only that, but during the fifth year of Zhongping, even though the realm was plunged into chaos, Qingzhou remained like an earthly paradise, bustling with endless throngs of merchants.

And the destination she was about to head toward was an existence more terrifying than hell itself, steeped in bloodshed, cruelty, and a merciless ruthlessness that had been etched into Shen Qinglan's very bones, never to be forgotten for the rest of her life.

"Let's go, let's go play dice! Watch me win it all back for you," Huangfu Xijue called out to Mu Xiaoyan, who was currently sulking.

At the very edge of the galaxy, he could perceive countless other galaxies far beyond measure, set against an infinite, boundless expanse of starry space.

Flying into a rage, Moyao snatched the gun from Zhenlong's hand and fired two shots directly into the advisor's legs, sending him crashing to the ground.

Even their leader instantly halted his teleportation, staring in utter bewilderment at the swift machine, nearly struck by a stray bullet.

Fearing there might be snakes inside, I dared not step in alone. The swaying beam of the electric torch added an immense sense of terror to the dark night, making cold sweat stream down one's back.

Yet at this very moment, Xiao Chen had actually taken the initiative to offer his help, leaving him utterly astounded and excited.

At this instant, Ye Fan suddenly felt a twinge of guilt. Damn, old husband, husband! This future sect master of Tushan seemed a bit too easy to trick. Such tender, expectant endearments made Ye Fan break out in outright embarrassment.

After a brief demonstration, the village chief's grandmother withdrew her hands, and the surface of the lake returned to tranquility.

Yue Yawei was dumbfounded, feeling that the man before him was terrifyingly formidable, as if everything lay entirely within his control.

A deep pool beneath the sea, gazing from afar at the Eye of Clairvoyance, seemed to possess a fatal attraction.

Judging from the traces left in the room and the courtyard just moments ago, this person must be a veteran, and one who possessed a certain understanding of formations.

Although she knew Dao Qianqiu held Ye Fan in high regard, she still never imagined that his praise for Ye Fan would reach such heights.

Glancing sideways at the Ninth Princess, staring at her elegant face with its proudly tilted chin and exquisitely refined, noble makeup, Chen Rong offered a faint smile, her gaze shifting once more toward Wang Hong.

The lone figure and the "dog" on Asking Sword Peak walked onward, heading toward the center of the summit, presumably bound for the Golden Moon Heavenly Lake.

Inside the visiting locker room, the Lakers players, upon hearing Sun Daha's excited shouts, offered him their enthusiastic congratulations.

Yet, if she did not ask clearly, she would not be reconciled, and she desperately wanted to know what could possibly have made him so angry. Just what was this life-and-death matter that Gu Chun had spoken of?

Concluding the call, Feng Chi stared at the phone in his hand, the smile on his lips gradually deepening.

As Jiang Chengce's hand rested upon the door handle of the Cadillac, he hesitated for a brief moment before finally pulling the door open and getting inside.

He Qingfan nodded toward He Yaqin, his eyes rolling as he looked at her, clearly up to some mischief.

Jiang Chengce knew that Hong Chengxuan was secretly mocking him, implying that he would shatter his undefeated myth as the "Heart-Stealing Sage" because he would fail in this mission to tear apart Jin Zhiyan and Nangong Han.

A mouthful of saliva left both Mu Yan and Mingze brothers utterly dumbfounded. They stared blankly at Guchen for a long while without recovering their wits.

Jun Zhi nodded absentmindedly, and carrying the Book of Life and Death and the scepter, she escorted the Underworld God straight toward the tunnel entrance, an unnatural expression crossing her face.

Bestowing the Howard family and his peerage upon him was all done to give him the confidence and backing to face Elizabeth and Ter肯 openly and without fear.

Sob, sob... She did not want Long Ziyan to come to any harm. Long Ziyan was such a good person, and she truly prayed nothing would happen to him.

Fresh blood welled from her chapped lips, staining the steamed bun, yet she paid it no mind, cramming large bites into her mouth.