Retrieving the Painting

Xiang Hao quietly passed the Samsara Talisman to Dongfang Yue, telling her not to use it unless absolutely necessary, as a deterrent against the various factions in Yongtian City.

The Lord of the Northern Territory wore a cold expression, throwing a punch that shattered a vast expanse of incoming energy from the great plains.

"Meng, stop crying, alright? Your husband will deal with those who bullied you," Ye Chen gently wiped away the tear stains on Yimeng's pretty face.

He genuinely believed this was a highly probable scenario. The only window of opportunity to strike was outside Luoyang City; once inside, regardless of who wanted to make a move, such a large-scale assault would be entirely impossible.

"Thank you, my Lord, for your immense favor. From this day forward, whatever your command—be it scaling a mountain of swords, plunging into a sea of boiling oil, or walking through fire—Zhang He will die without the slightest hesitation!" Feeling that no words could fully express his loyalty to Liu Yong, Zhang He could only put it this way.

The nine monsters coordinated seamlessly, launching a relentless stream of attacks that plunged the second halberd wielder into a precarious situation within moments.

"Since nobody wants it, I'll take it and keep it for my fellow Daoists in the Xuanwu Taoist Battalion," said Zhuge Liang.

"Tian Lin, what are you doing here? How dare you ruin my plans!" Jin Hu said, beside himself with anger as the usual smile vanished from his chubby face, replaced by a rare and fierce expression.

The second heavenly tribulation lightning bolt struck the Seven Star Spear and invaded Zhu Tianpeng's physical body, causing him to tremble violently before the electricity quickly vanished without a trace.

Because Fu Xi had indeed just saved the white deer and presented his arguments with clear logic and sound reasoning, the crowd believed him by seven or eight tenths.

Yet in the past, such matters were usually handled by Yu Fengjiao confronting Sheng Jintian, while Sheng Xueli rarely stepped forward. Why on earth did it fall to Sheng Xueli to come out and lock horns with Sheng Jintian this time?

However, the two elders were not acting without consideration in their firm resolve to bring the Zhao family members back to the capital. In fact, they had contemplated numerous hypotheses before making the trip.

Li Feng had been observing the Vampire King's expressions and actions all along. Following his line of sight to look at Prince Yue Qianyu, he could not help but feel a sense of strangeness.

Qionger mentally calculated the events: upon the start of the hunt, three battles had already been fought. The first was against the Fourth Prince's faction; the heavy cavalrymen who launched the predawn raid claimed it was the Fifth Prince's faction; and now, the battle before them was a direct confrontation with the First Prince's faction. Could it be that the orderly ambush by the lakeside that day was actually orchestrated by the Second Prince's faction?

However, she now had a rough idea of Qingqiu's background. The Gu family of the Origin Star was a renowned aristocratic family, and Gu Qingheng was also quite famous—not because he became a Level 5 Mecha Master before turning thirty, but because he had taken his own maternal uncle to court a year ago on charges of murdering his younger sister.

Gu Yu surged with pleasant surprise. A sleeper agent had been reached; as long as contact was made, it meant the agent was definitely still alive.

Gu Shufei was no pushover; she would never back down when deliberately provoked. Once her son recovered, she stormed into her husband's company, slapped Zhao Qin in the face in public, exposed everything the woman had done, and ripped away her delicate, fragile mask.

After several days of negotiations, both sides finally hammered out an agreement, which was largely based on Gao Feng's terms. All that remained was the scheduled handover.

"Uncle Mo must have been infinitely glorious back in the day!" Gao Feng seized the opportunity to flatter him, knowing that opening this conversational floodgate was precisely what he wanted.

Behind him, Yuan Li and the other three followed suit. However, since Li Feng was the undisputed leader here, they merely cupped their fists in salute and held their tongues.

With Li An now confirming the cause of Qin Xiao's death, Qin Ruofeng loathed Lei Qian even more, glaring at him with burning anger.

Initially, he had possessed zero confidence in today's duel, but the moment he stood before Li Heng, an inexplicable self-assurance welled up from within. Even though the opponent still had one hundred thousand troops yet to enter the battlefield, he felt convinced he would not lose.

Not a single golden talent had appeared. Although two had popped up yesterday, even with yesterday's Steel Body appearing today, Chu Rong's heart was not all that anxious.

After killing the third brother, he once again took control of Freddy, needing his assistance for ongoing observation here.

Just as Yun Hao squatted down wanting to check on Gu Xiaoxiao, the other person pulled her hands away.

As soon as the Sect Master and the Third Elder appeared, Jianbing and Guozi walked over, each taking their place beside their respective masters.

Thinking this through, Chu Rong relaxed. He had previously worried about what to do if the enemy's zombies turned out to be too powerful, but after all, not everyone was as formidable as himself.

I asked Mu Langbing if he wanted to go play with his friends. He replied that he didn't want to and just wanted some peace and quiet for the New Year. I asked, "What about your mom and dad?"

A few minutes later, Li Xia emerged from the HR office and gave me a subtle wink. I instantly understood her meaning and turned back to my own office.

"Walnut eyes," Lu Xining muttered softly before placing a piece of cake onto the other person's plate. Pretending not to hear her, Tang Wanying picked up her fork and began to eat. The sweet cake and smooth cream lifted her spirits considerably.

On the return journey, there was none of the cheerful laughter that marked the way there. On one hand, Technician Zheng had retreated back into his quilt and stopped singing; on the other hand, everyone was exhausted after walking around all morning.

Uncle Lou's aged face flushed crimson. It was true—although he had nearly come to blows with Feng大海 (Feng Dahai), they belonged to the same social class, and seeing him taken away provoked a sense of shared grief and empathy.

Lu Zongze grew nervous as he slowly stepped forward. The people invited earlier were all prominent figures, including royalty and princes. Could the son of a mere merchant like him stand a chance?

Shedding his usual roguish demeanor, Ye Tian solemnly placed the cake on the table, after which Yaluo also stepped forward to serve plates to the guests.