Chapter 21

Looking back, she realized that at some unknown moment, Luo Minfeng and his sister, Mo Qiaoyi, Mo Feichen, Yun Shi, and others who could be considered her friends had also gathered behind her. It turned out they, too, had been closely following the duel.

Just as Prajna was about to say something, the sound of running water in the bathroom ceased, and a second later, the door swung open.

A flash of cold light appeared, and the joy on Jian Hexing’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a deathly, powerless pallor.

"One thousand five hundred medium-grade spirit stones!" the man countered, unwilling to yield, seemingly determined to outbid Yun Chi to the end.

After running halfway, having shaken off their pursuers, Sima Yan finally stopped to let her catch her breath.

He turned and left immediately after speaking. Ling Siyan gritted his teeth and smashed his wine glass against the floor, though in his heart, it felt as if a wound had been torn open in an instant.

His subordinate carried a large bag filled with nourishing, warming supplies. Now, the bag was half-empty, as many of the items had already been tossed into the pot before Sun Ce.

She hurried into the bathroom and grabbed the hair dryer, only to realize after blowing for a long time that she hadn't even washed her hair.

With a cat-like grace, she walked toward Gao Jianli once more, the smile on her lips hazy and dangerous.

There were Greninja capable of bond evolution, mythical beasts that could continuously divide their own cells, and so many other adorable and incredible Pokémon.

When playing card games in the past, the image of Mew would always be placed there, and it was incredibly expensive.

Twenty-five minutes into the match, the Spanish team’s advantage grew as they utilized precise, skillful passing. Their shot count began to climb, and danger frequently loomed before the Portuguese goal.

"There is an opportunity; uproot him entirely!" Zhao Ji said softly, looking toward Ye Yulou.

Not long ago, the dashing and clearly intelligent Miss Sang Jienan had made the task of retrieving an item from the heart of an enemy formation seem as simple as beheading a commander. This had raised her expectations so high that she truly intended to admire the young woman’s prowess.

Seeing the black player move toward him, though he wasn't particularly bulky, Yang Di immediately lowered his dribble and backed into him with a bump.

The disciples of the Yanyue Pavilion were scattered throughout the Song Dynasty; you might not even know if the person sleeping beside you was one of them.

They did not know what had transpired, but Ying Quan, hidden to the side, had seen it all clearly.

In an instant, the Beijing forum, which had just calmed down, erupted once more due to Su Leqing’s post.

The atmosphere grew tense as Lin Xiangnan kept his gaze fixed on Ye Ziyu; it was as if everyone had forgotten how to breathe.

"You’ve been talking for so long, who exactly is this youth from back then? What is his name?" someone asked.

"I..." Just as Yu Yuqian turned, Chen Yiyan’s hand lifted slightly. From his throat, he managed to utter only a single syllable; the rest of the words simply refused to come out.

Level fifteen constitution combined with the power of the Bi'an, according to the system’s calculations, granted at least fifty to sixty times the strength of an ordinary person. Combined with certain buffing arts, the impact was greater than that of a speeding car. Caught off guard, no normal person could withstand it.

Besides, didn't you put your all into every punch and kick? It made him, the bystander, feel a sympathetic ache in his own teeth.

At the teleportation altar, thousands were locked in a bloody slaughter. The ground was littered with corpses and slick with gore. Di Cang’s divine might was overwhelming; with every strike, he crushed ten men.

Few men possess eyes that can truly be described as enchanting, yet the eyes of the man before her were unimaginably so. Once he locked his gaze upon you, it was as if you had fallen into the abyss of space.

Fortunately, I have already spent a full year in Beijing accompanying my parents; spending this month or so during the New Year isn't too difficult for me.

"Wearing the guise of a virtuous scholar doesn't make one a virtuous scholar. Who told you your bones were those of a greedy wolf?" Pang Tong said something that seemed nonsensical, but in reality, it mocked the hypocrisy of Guo Jia’s words, and more deeply, the fake benevolence of Cao Cao and the Wei State that Guo Jia represented.

Yan Zhan had anticipated that Lin Xiangnan might investigate, so from beginning to end, he had left no traces for Lin Xiangnan to find.

Over the past month, countless members of their tribes on the grasslands had been slaughtered, and hundreds of tribes faced extinction. They were now the final line of defense for the Heavenly God Lake. If the lake, which symbolized the blessing of the gods, were captured by the enemy, their entire Hu tribe would be near annihilation.

"It won't do. It has been locked for four days. What if it suddenly opens today? What happens if there is no one at the Bureau of Privy Council?" Kou Zhun shook his head. It was less like speaking to Kou An and more like talking to himself.

Jian Yi lowered his body, but instead of picking it directly with his hands, he channeled his inner energy to coat his palms in a faint layer of flame before reaching down.

Bai Wuxie had already taken the sword to examine it. It was a strange purple weapon, lacking a hilt and sharpened into blades at both ends.

It is easy to imagine how intolerable such a statement would be to Hua Cenglou, who was rumored to be incredibly prideful and competitive.

Perhaps if not for the fear of the Han people's tenacious fighting spirit, the Zoroastrian temple guards would have already launched an assault on Chigu City, and the private militias of the Wusun nobles clearly lacked the strength or the courage to resist.

"Perhaps, his original intention was not to send you to your death," he said after a long silence. It was not said with certainty, nor was it purely for comfort.

The Jade Emperor was right; what he should be paying attention to now was not Zhu Jiuyin, but Taishang Laojun and Yuanshi Tianzun. Yuanshi Tianzun had paid such a heavy price, yet the benefits had been snatched away by the Heavenly Court—or more accurately, by the Jade Emperor. Given Yuanshi Tianzun’s temperament, how could he possibly let this go?

The Lunbu was the Prime Minister of Tubo. The title "Chief Steward to the Lunbu" might sound like a servant, but in Tubo, it was a high-ranking position that made no distinction between public and private affairs. He could essentially manage major official events and participate in high-level decision-making. Upon hearing this, Liang Feng dared not be negligent and performed the Han-style cupped-hand salute once more to show recognition and respect.