Volume 1, Chapter 66: What If the Crown Princess Holds Someone in Her Heart

Meanwhile, Ning Zhe gazed into the distance toward the town, puzzled in his heart. Where had those extraordinarily gifted townsmen, blessed with divine might since birth, gone?

Before stepping through the barrier, Qin Xiao still felt uneasy and tied a rope around both of their wrists, and even asked Huo Chilian to kindly keep an eye on them, before she finally dared to enter.

Yao Chuxi had barely touched her lunch, perhaps because her mother had left, which suddenly caused her to lose her appetite. Usually, when Madam Fang was around, she would coax and persuade her to eat just a bit more.

After taking the task upon himself, he untied the rope spiritual artifact from his body, waved his hand to signal Jun Kuang and Qin Xiao to stay where they were, and walked forward himself.

Before the few of them could even feel surprised, Baozi gave a flick of his hand and sent them flying two miles away. When they finally came to their senses, finding themselves standing at the foot of Qianshan Academy, they could only look at each other in dismay.

"Release the arrows!" With a single command from Meng Yi, ten catapult carts unleashed thousands of flying arrows like a dense rain, shooting toward the four people on the shore.

Mo Yu comforted herself for a moment, and her mood relaxed. She got up, put on her shoes, and walked toward the first floor. Those successive waves of aroma were teasing her cravings—she really wanted to see what delicious food Ke'er had made.

Inside was another spacious tunnel, from the depths of which came the sounds of stone-chiseling, rhythmic chanting, and burning.

Just as he was about to speak and greet everyone, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated. He pulled it out, took a glance, and wore a startled expression; then, he quickly stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

There were about two hundred people, holding long clubs and hunting forks, with their faces covered in black cloth. A robust man stood at the very front.

The opponent probably never imagined that he would transform into an animal, and this state also made it easier to evade their line of sight, and even simpler to observe and locate them.

After silently dispatching people to circle through the city, Mo Ran chose to leave and head toward the Myriad Beast Mountain. The intelligence he had obtained indicated that the demonic evils were at Myriad Beast Mountain, and if he wanted to completely eradicate them, he had to go there.

Though it looked a bit unseemly for Liu Yang to count the money right in front of him, the manager of the Hui people's cafeteria, inwardly thrilled, was far too happy to hold any contempt.

To avoid arousing the attention of the Chi State mortals, Doutan carefully measured and chose to carve out this excavation site within a dense forest.

Zhusha raised his head and looked up. He recognized the young man before him; it was clearly Sun Yu, who had helped him back during the preliminary elimination rounds.

"Tingting, did you cook too much? Going back this time, I am definitely going to gain three pounds." Yuanyuan hugged her belly, and the thought of herself getting fat instantly made her mood a little unpleasant.

At the very instant the two sides crossed paths, the white halos within their palms also burst forth with violent attacks, carrying a mighty and surging force amidst the astonished gazes of the onlookers, smashing fiercely and directly down toward the direction where Zhusha's Crimson Flame Slaughtering Sword was slicing.

Standing beside Wu Zixu as the leader of this stronghold, Lei Heng possessed martial arts skills that, although inferior to figures like Zhuan Zhu, were still considered formidable. Following a brief moment of astonishment, his waist-mounted curved saber flashed out of its scabbard like a bright moon, aiming straight for the three vital inches of Li Zhishi's head and torso.

However, observing later, things were not as the outside world had imagined; the husband and wife actually had a pretty good relationship. Since their marital bond had no issues, yet they still produced a bunch of illegitimate children, outsiders could only guess that Zhang Baorong had probably suddenly lost his mind.

"I don't know. We'll find out by seeing tonight." Thinking about it, that was the only way; we would just have to tough it out for a single night first. At that moment, another question suddenly popped into my head.

A sweet taste, a fragrant aroma! The initially formless saber seemed, in this very instant, to be cooked into something tangible. Merely standing here, I could feel an unprecedented power constantly surging and shifting.

One had to bear in mind that Du Guangcai had not been in this trade for just a day or two; he knew plenty of people and had extensive connections, so he should have been able to think of a way.

No one bothered me in middle or high school, so there was no need for me to play tough. After entering the workforce, playing tough is useless—if you dare to challenge your boss, you get fired on the spot.

A trace of anger surfaced in the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West, as if she were about to step forward and engage me in close combat.

Having said that, Feng Yu slowly walked over to his bed and collapsed straight onto it in a full sprawl.

"Fine, I get it," I sighed, and with a sorrowful expression, took out my nice clothes and all my snacks. Looking at it this way, this suitcase was truly unnecessary; I could just shove two packs of cigarettes straight into my pockets instead.

"People nowadays really are a headache," I handed over a cigarette. Dong Si took it, pulled a lighter from his pocket, first lit it for me and Potato, and then lit his own, taking a deeply satisfying puff.

Xie Yanwan gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and immediately set off to chase after his direction. But halfway through her run, she remembered something, instantly changed her mind, and headed toward the underground parking lot.

Therefore, I earnestly told the old lady that we could wait for her reply, and whenever she made up her mind, we would come back to collect the goods.

Shang Tian did not reply to me immediately. At that moment, those troops had also ceased their attacks, perhaps realizing that such assaults simply could not harm us.

Su Zhou covered his mouth with a pale complexion, suddenly feeling that the adolescent romantic illusions he had preserved for two lifetimes were shattered all over the ground.

Although this guy had a mountain of flaws, the flashes of good-natured impulse that occasionally surfaced genuinely gave people a sense of reassurance.

In the winter of the 328th year of the Guangwu Era, following a half-month long journey, the peddlers arrived at the Floating City.

After his gaze shifted and flickered a few times, half of that black shadow had already been devoured. This caused his face to turn pale, and a mouthful of gushing blood surged up. Evidently, having suffered damage to his spiritual power, he was having an extremely difficult time.

A composite-type ability—at an age before even entering puberty, this was indeed the type of case prone to erupting with Type-B syndrome.

"Sigh, it's not actually that your old man doesn't let you date, it's just that you know what our family situation is like..." Shen Jun let out a gloomy sigh.

Returning to Shihu Farm, as usual, Barton obediently lay in the courtyard guarding the door, while Rommel was nowhere to be found, roaming wildly out in the wider world.

The boy's chapped lips moved, and those almost instinctual cries for help made Charles's inner depths tremble. He could not help but grip the child's hand tighter, once again extending his own mental tendrils to touch the depths of the boy's mind. His movements were gentle and profound, for he was unwilling to startle his son awake.

Behind him, Feng Wuxin, Yan Chen, Yan Lin, Yan Fei, and the others lined up in a row, all staring at Luoyu with curious expressions.

Muzhou Street was nothing more than a rural dock. He first arrived at a Huinong Company storefront near the bridgehead and observed the scene.

Later on, the people of the Qianji Sect actually stated that no descendants of the Marquis of Beiding were allowed to study there within nine generations. This blow was massive to the Empress Dowager's lineage. The Second Princess also quieted down for several years, acting very well-behaved every day with no reports of any misdeeds, and only then did the Emperor's favor gradually soften toward her again.