45. Chapter 45

"It's just so-so." Leng Zhen crossed her arms and glared at Leng Yan with a dissatisfied expression. Ever since that incident, whenever Leng Zhen dragged Leng Yan out shopping, she would keep her eyes locked on him, giving him no chance to escape. Meanwhile, Yan Su and Feng Chen hid in their dormitories for a full week to avoid being press-ganged into labor by Leng Zhen.

"Alright, leave it to me!" Feng Chen was extremely satisfied with Leng Yan's arrangement, while Leng Zhen cast a disdainful look at him.

"Reporting to my lord, Sun Jian is besieged in Fuchun, Wu Commandery. As for the time frame, less than two days!" Old Wang reported.

Hearing this, Neuwirth instantly lost any desire to continue troubling Dawn; his mind was entirely consumed by matters concerning his grandson, and he hastily turned around and left.

He collapsed to the ground like a collapsing mountain of gold and toppling pillar of jade, as raging black flames swiftly consumed his body.

Qian Yuan's hand paused, not striking down immediately, but a sliver of silver light still fell into Li Yang's glabella. This was his newly birthed sword essence, though even he did not know its true might.

On the other hand, looking at Changkong Wuji, the glazed flames continuously scorched his body and primordial spirit, dragging the Crimson Corpse Deity situated within it into the agony of the glazed flames as well, eliciting piercing shrieks.

That was fine, too. It would just let him open his eyes wide and watch how she defeated the socialite he was so proud of.

"General Yinglong... previously, this subordinate fought with General Yinglong and accidentally damaged her armor during the skirmish. To avoid losing her dignity in front of the Dragon King, she went back to her residence to change." After a moment of thought, Leng Yan decided to tell the Dragon King the truth.

"Ha..." Naga emitted a low gasp, her pair of purple, pupil-less eyes matching her delicate and fair face, while her serpentine waist extended into a winding snake tail over a dozen meters long.

The surroundings were an azure blue, resembling the color of the sky. It looked beautiful and put one in a pleasant mood, yet Su Yu always felt an elusive melancholy.

Tucking the jade pendant at her waist, she vanity-strickenly stood before the bronze mirror, admiring her reflection over and over, marveling at how beautiful she still looked even while completely bald.

He caressed her face, the delicate and warm touch making him momentarily forget to withdraw his hand. He gazed at her quietly as memories welled up in his mind.

Gida immediately thought of a circuitous method: having him first pass through the blockade of Anbi's army, and then relay the situation to Xuanming, so that Xuanming could personally send someone to escort him out.

Some even began to drool unconsciously. Usually lords of their own territories, many had now lost their composure upon seeing the emissary of the Myriad Purple Realm and the Princess of Myriad Flowers.

Li Yang had originally intended to release the fire essence to burn him, but after witnessing the man's unfathomable cultivation, he hesitated inwardly, fearing that the man might absorb the fire essence, which would spell absolute disaster.

Tianqing looked at him coldly. He licked his lips, his pretty, large eyes rolling around. Suddenly, catching sight of a curious figure outside the door, he immediately began winking at that person. However, how could he know that his current appearance had already terrified the ghost outside the door to the point of utter stupefaction, rendering the ghost completely incapable of comprehending the meaning behind his glances?

Subsequently, they utilized these reliable forces to purge and take control of the army, beginning to restore military order under the Tsar's directive, and then promulgated the Tsar's decree announcing "reform."

As soon as the gods and demons appeared, the Ghost King Supreme knew things were going terribly wrong. If the gods and demons were allowed to approach the Demonic-Sealing Grand Formation, aside from himself and the Spirit King, all the brought-along spirit and ghost entities would be completely doomed, and the grand formation could not be preserved either.

Li Yang felt puzzled; the voice seemed to be emanating from this ice crevasse. He had extreme confidence in his hearing, and with his current cultivation realm of deification, it was impossible for him to have heard wrongly. He steadied his mind and looked around.

Tang Xue's face flushed red. It was also her first time sitting in a car with a man she was not very familiar with, and the space inside the sports car was extremely cramped.

Bian Que's Thirteen Needles—a miraculous acupuncture technique created by the divine physician Bian Que during the Warring States and Spring and Autumn periods, with each needle possessing unique efficacy.

A chill ran through his heart, yet his expression remained nonchalant. Braving that oppressive pressure, his gaze met precisely with Ling Mohan's.

Seeing Mu Churan blocking the doorway, Liu Haobo thought it would be best to get rid of this man first; once he was gone, he could chat and converse with Xiao He to his heart's content without any disturbances—truly a wonderful scenario.

After the disturbance caused by the figures in black, dozens of guards were injured, along with hundreds of accompanying palace maids and ritual officials. With no other choice, Zheli had to leave behind another group of people to tend to the wounded while the rest pressed on toward the altar.

"Mother Li," Ye Xiaohan shook her head at her. Exposing her identity right away would ruin the fun, wouldn't it? Just as she was feeling depressed, Su Ruoyun had delivered herself right to her doorstep.

This filled Ning Hongyuan with a sense of accomplishment; he could tell that the old man's words were uttered with utmost sincerity.

Tianhai City in July had already entered the scorching summer. By day, the blazing sun baked the earth, and only at night could one feel gentle breezes bringing a trace of coolness to the land.

At that moment, Qiu Tianyi was leaning against the wall, warming herself by the fire and fast asleep. Who knew whether she was dreaming, or what she was dreaming about, as she could only be heard shouting and crying continuously.

The middle-aged man assessed the situation, withdrew his aura, and looked back in the direction the youth had been gazing, yet failed to discern any abnormalities.

"Is it ending?" Imperial Guard Qin Lie's pupils constricted as he stared at the descending black saber. He wanted to move, to dodge, but his body refused to respond in the slightest, leaving him with no choice but to gaze helplessly.

The master started arguing with the male ghost the moment he emerged. Seeing the two of them look at me together, I knew they must be talking about Su Qingqing. Strangely enough, I couldn't understand a single word they were saying to each other. Could they be speaking ghost language tinged with a Xichuan dialect?