Volume 1 Chapter 121 Wife

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Hearing Gu Yeheng say this, Mu Yue couldn’t help but feel disbelief. Gu Yeheng actually knew about such a thing—after all, at the time when Zhang He fainted, only he and she were present. Indeed, while there are many clever people in this world, there are far more fools. This Peacock Tribe’s third prince had waited over a thousand years, still deludedly dreaming of marrying the Sacred Tree, yet the Sacred Tree had already given birth to a child with the Lingxiao Demon Lord!

Thus, these two who shared a bed spent a night fraught with anxiety and pride, enduring a tormenting evening. After speaking, his eyes darkened, twin flames of burning heat kindling within them, and the scorching fire in his palm surged directly toward Yu Jin.

It was understandable; after all, the original owner had caused him such harm. If it were herself betrayed, she would be equally furious. The energy released by the demon pill swiftly repaired Miaomiao’s damaged body. Eight thousand years’ worth of energy from a consummate great demon pill at the peak of the mature stage was unimaginable. If Miaomiao were to consume it all, she might even reach the Nascent Void Mirror realm.

Alan didn’t understand the connection between these two things, but he just wanted to laugh. Seeing Alan’s crescent-shaped eyes, Yin Xin smiled as well.

Gu Yeheng ignored Mu Fengxi, activating a blue light from his hand that struck the stone cave’s door. The stone door opened with a resounding creak.

Listening to the passerby’s chatter, Miaomiao nearly laughed aloud. Lingxiao’s slightly cold, hard face and somewhat unruly aura easily led onlookers to misconstrue him.

The difference was that its soft body was segmented with ring-shaped protrusions that twisted as it moved forward.

The direct consequence was that, in the end, they became entangled with the Di people’s military and civilians, causing the blockade line to become unstable.

Over these twenty or so days, with the support of pills left by Chu Yang, both made great progress and reached the pinnacle of Grandmaster.

When Zhou Qingzhi was at his most mentally relaxed, he received a solid blow that shook his spirit on the spot. Just then, a white figure rushing from afar struck him a fatal second blow.

Yang Yi wanted to argue, but she knew Yuan Fang was right. Mu Xinya had said similar things many times and even sought help to correct her, but Yang Yi simply couldn’t learn it—or perhaps she just disliked it deep down.

Yuan Fang, with the demeanor of a virtuous gentleman, said, “Don’t worry, little sister, your brother here is not that kind of despicable person.” Saying so, he turned and pulled his clothes from his backpack to change.

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From this perspective, the duel at the Tianzhu Mountain sanctuary resembled a rustic brawl, whereas here, it was a contest between true martial artists.

The Buddha of Light glanced disdainfully at the Underworld River, then noticed the heavenly power enveloping Hou Tu. He hesitated slightly before drawing the Wheel of Reincarnation toward him.

“Who?” An aged voice suddenly echoed, and a dark shadow darted out like a hawk, soaring toward Gu Yuantan.

“Therefore, although it is relatively easier for disciples of powerful sects to cultivate into immortals, very few can step onto the Immortal Infant Path and become immortals before two hundred years of age. Those who do are invariably outstanding cultivators in every aspect,” Liu Ling added.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Fan Quan finally arrived at his destination and immediately spotted the unusual cannonball. He walked over and kicked it lightly. There was no reaction, but Fan Quan didn’t realize that this simple action had frightened Yuan Fang and the others considerably.

Having said that, Qi Zhihuan led the three hall leaders in a swift leap, vanishing at the far end of the square in an instant.

The other Tianqi Guards, seeing this, each flashed a glance and fixed their gaze tightly on You Lan and her companions.

Mother Han was helping Han Tieshuan’s family with the ducks. In the newly harvested rice paddies, there were many grasshoppers and stink bugs. The ducks plunged into the fields for a long time, filling their bellies until they waddled unsteadily, their necks hanging askew.

If Jun Mo and Jiang Fei’s Thousand Absolute duo was the signature of the Bairong Hall, then Yun Mo and Mu Yunzhi’s Pisces pair was the secret weapon cultivated by the Bairong Hall. Jun Mo and Jiang Fei lacked the intelligence and talent of Yun Mo and Mu Yunzhi, but their experience was something the latter could not catch up with in a short time.

After finding no information she wanted among all these, Junzi Youji even tapped the “Three Thousand Flourishes” again on the voice tool.

Pretending to be very seasoned but revealing her true self at the slightest touch—clearly far from her self-description. Despite her frail appearance, there was still some flesh, but she didn’t seem like someone who could handle a supercar. Afraid, she dared not open her eyes.

Finally, the nearly one hundred corpses around ceased to emit corpse qi, and Xiao Yin stopped absorbing it as well.

Two groups each took samples, which were then divided between two agencies for testing: the Environmental Protection Bureau handled the water samples, while the Disease Control Center took charge of human specimens and food testing.

“No, my mother sent me spicy sauce and beef sauce from home. Senior Nan doesn’t like spicy food much, so I can give you a bottle of the beef sauce.” Ye Zhenzhen shook the package in her hands, inside which the faint clinking of glass bottles could be heard.

Ouyang Long’s words stirred strong indignation among Lu Ming and the others, especially Meng Da and Sha Ke, who clenched their fists until they creaked.

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Wu Xingyun had managed to infiltrate the Western Xia imperial palace and disfigure Li Qiushui’s face, so his strength was still intact—at least at the peak of the Celestial stage.

He had thought his own merits were considerable, but now realized that a slight inattention might cause enormous changes.

Yang Ruijing called her friend to inquire and learned they weren’t busy. After finishing their meal, they went together with An Xinyi.

Executors trained each dog carefully to maintain the image of the “Wang Star” before allowing them to patrol alone.

Bai Suzhen summoned the magical treasure, the Purple Gold Gourd. The gourd flew upward, mouth down toward An Linyuan, generating a suction force attempting to draw him inside.

Meanwhile, on a distant hillside, two men in blue robes hid behind an earthen mound. Yang Nana’s firepower covered the area, sending dust and debris flying from the mound.

Hearing this, Xie Hongxuan’s expression softened considerably. His son must have his reasons; he should understand.

Xie Hongxuan focused for a moment, his expression gradually relaxing. He awkwardly pressed the speakerphone button, and Hua Tianlong’s voice, both crying and laughing, echoed through the Xie household.

It was a pickup truck, but its appearance didn’t suggest it was a pickup at all—more like a pile of scrap metal barely capable of moving.

With everything stable at Aunt’s place, Wang Jingyi took her out for a stroll. Aunt was in high spirits, curiously gazing at the towering skyscrapers outside. Wang Jingyi patiently introduced them, letting Aunt witness the bustle of the big city.

Li Yu and Hai Dai remained in the human courtyard. They dumped a basket of herbs behind them, then together with Zhi Xi sorted them one by one—some were dried on racks, others crushed and ground with the Ice Wheel Pestle to extract juice, which was bottled and left to settle.