Chapter 66 For Xue Zhu

A strange flash of light streaked across the void like a shooting star. Compared to the outer realms, the flying boat of the Golden Float could be described as lightning here, traversing a million miles in the blink of an eye, yet no end was in sight.

Yao Ze sidestepped to avoid the dark shadow, flicked his hands, and three storage bags from the headless corpse landed in his palm, along with the flying sword beneath the corpse's feet—after all, wastefulness is a shame. Only then did the corpse begin to plummet.

In truth, had his condition been slightly better, he would not have been in such a rush, but he already sensed that his days were numbered.

He knew he had not reached that realm and could not comprehend her hidden difficulties, but at this very moment, how else could he possibly feel?

The atmosphere here was so tense that the moment Gu Que and his companion arrived, countless gazes instantly converged upon them.

Yao Ze affectionately stroked the soft, golden hair, deliberately omitting any mention of Jiang Huo to spare them unnecessary worry.

There were two objectives for this journey: first, to scout enemy intelligence for the Amethyst Phoenix, and second, to track down the whereabouts of the Shennong Herb. After traversing mountains and rivers all the way, they arrived at the foot of the Dragon Valley, a domain coiled by the Azure Dragon and the pinnacle of the Hundred Beasts Valley.

With these words spoken, the expression of the Qingyang envoy naturally turned sour. Even Xie Wuji's trusted confidants in the hall grew extremely anxious; though they dared not utter a sound, they could not help but exchange meaningful glances with Xie Wuji.

"I forgot my own name ever since I entered this village. Since everyone calls me Dad, you might as well call me Dad too!" The old man's voice was much kinder than before; clearly, he was an approachable person.

"Really," Lu Qingyi responded as her clothes slowly slipped from her body. She stepped onto the wooden stairs clad in a thin layer of gauze, her jade-like feet touching the topmost step before lightly dipping into the water. Finding the temperature suitable, she descended slowly.

Raising his wine cup, Bai Yujing tilted his head and drained the contents, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.

He and she still wanted to spend a couple more years enjoying their world for two. That was their own freedom, regardless of anyone else's life or death.

Zongzheng Shu shook his head. "I'm not going." What was a grown man like him supposed to chat about with two elderly matrons?

"I understand," Pulisite nodded, raising the short sword in his hand and taking a deep breath.

Fang Zhaoyang remained silent, and the room plunged into an abrupt stillness. Even the sound of each other's breathing seemed audible, save for the sound of Pika'na chewing her food. Qin Yu glanced at her from time to time, and Fang Zhaoyang even caught him swallowing hard.

In his office, Luo Xia feigned closing his eyes to rest, but in his consciousness, he summoned the Heart of Azeroth. After browsing the attribute information, he was in no hurry to upgrade his skills; instead, he mentally clicked on the yellow exclamation mark.

"It seems that the boss also has quite a business mind, realizing at a glance that this industry is exorbitantly lucrative," Gu Qiuqiao said with a smile.

Elder Sister said that the drug-manufacturing factory was located in the basement of the village committee courtyard because Qin Xiaochen worked right here.

He cast a glance at the sleeping Liu Er beside him. Earlier, he had been right next to Liu Er and, fearing Liu Er would ruin his plans, had directly struck his acupoint to induce sleep before coming over to act insolently toward Le Caiwei.

Shopkeeper Wang gestured wildly and vividly, describing the events with far more life and expression than Han Rui. His account was more detailed and infinitely more captivating.

If Consort Xin had truly performed witchcraft rituals, her humble background meant the Four Imperial Consorts had no reason to fear the consequences of dealing with her—especially since those in power had already decided to silence her. This would be an undeserved credit, naturally to be bestowed upon someone they favored.

Wang Yue continually consoled himself—at least he gave me a yuan and a half, I won't bicker with him.

He ordered a portion of his men to search for Chen Ru'er's whereabouts, while he himself took several guards and disguised himself as the son of a wealthy family to enter the capital.

As for Yixin, watching Sun Liu die before his eyes, he remained motionless for a long time, staring fixedly at the corpse in front of him.

Cixi remained half-seated on the edge of the brick bed, her eyes burning with fury as she stared fixedly at Zaijun's departing back.

"Are you the eldest young master of the Liu Corporation?" The Eighth Master frowned as he approached Liu Feng, then asked.

Yet afterwards, his parents never uttered an extra word, nor did they ever give her a cold look on that account. They maintained their etiquette flawlessly, sending holiday gifts through Erhe during every festival, never sparing meat and sugar pastries, thus preserving her dignity to the utmost.

Not only did he not leave, but he sat straight down in the master's seat, picked up a cup of tea, and sipped it thoughtfully.

Cao Zhang saw the expressions of the two change, yet he felt not the slightest concern. Two hundred axe-wielding executioners had already been laid in ambush outside the tent; at his single command, the two could be captured.

Amidst their panic, the Northern Heavenly King's forces marched majestically into Vatican City.

Hearing that Liu Chan had relocated the capital, Cao Zhi of Northern Wei realized that once the capital of Shu Han was moved to Luoyang, advancing into the Central Plains would become far easier. Consequently, he launched successive military campaigns to harass the borders, intending to force Liu Chan to rescind his order. However, Xu Ge, who guarded Bingzhou, and Yu Gui of Henei were both rare military talents; for all of Cao Zhi's capability, he returned empty-handed.

Feeling the fading warmth of the person in his arms, Nangong Yao let out a cry of agonizing grief. The quiet infant in his arms also wailed for the very first time—a crisp cry, not loud, yet heart-shattering.

Another wave of laughter and chatter ensued, but no sooner had the mirth subsided than a sudden, heavy silence fell once more.

Hearing that made my blood boil. A visitor is a guest; how could I not entertain them? The more he said that, the more I felt compelled to attend to him. I said, "If you can't hold your liquor, drink less instead of spouting nonsense while you drink." With that, I poured him a cup.

No, tonight I must settle this once and for all. Calming my mind, I said peacefully, "You don't need to shout blindly; let's part ways amicably."

Subconsciously, Muyun knew that no one would likely ambush him in such a place, so he turned his head immediately. Upon turning, however, Muyun was unexpectedly startled.

Qingyi entered accompanied by Nanny Shui, Nanny Ru, Yuzhu, and Lingzhu. Once inside, Nanny Shui and the others consciously lagged behind, stopping outside the flower parlor, while Qingyi alone proceeded inward.

The oil-paper carriage stood there quietly, its two horses breathing a bewildered snort as though nothing had happened at all.

He merely flicked and lowered his arm, executing a sequence of basic blade techniques. There was nothing exquisite about the moves, yet they managed to elude the slashing weapons with uncanny trickery, precisely driving the blade into one living body after another.

Even if these truly were only younger sisters, what then did Lin Youran mean to him? Whether judged by feedback from other teachers or his own daily observations, the ambiguity between the two far exceeded that of ordinary friends.