Volume 1, Chapter 23: My Husband, I Beg You

On second thought, it seemed unlikely. After all, they had not fled; if they discovered they had been deceived, the consequences would surely be worse than failing to make contact with Wu Qi.

Silverback sent an ape out to keep watch, and the ape soon returned to report that an army was approaching.

Everyone else was dead; only Xing Feng remained in their hands. He was the only one from whom they could learn the identity of the person behind the scenes.

When Ye Xiao first arrived, the entire hillside in front of the villa was covered in vibrant poppies, like red flowers spread across a vast, rolling carpet of emerald green. The scenery was indescribably beautiful.

"This is all your fault!" one of Taizo Kirihara’s guards shouted, whether out of a sudden impulse or at a signal from Kirihara himself, before being waved away by Kirihara.

Qin Tianyue coldly withdrew her gaze and tightened her grip on Qin Jian’an’s hand, silently conveying her thoughts to him.

Luo Dong took a few steps forward and stood before Iron Fan, his heavy breathing audible in her ear, clear and distinct.

Yu Yin nodded obediently and stepped into the pool, her legs instantly transforming into a golden fish tail.

But last night, when everyone saw how close Meng Liang was to the division commander, they were all unsettled. "You're an officer with such a background," they thought, "why would you come to this desolate place to grow vegetables? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

However, ever since the imperial ancestral rites, the Second Prince had formed an alliance with the Crown Prince’s palace. As long as he wasn't a fool, he wouldn't offend his newly made ally while under house arrest; the timing was simply poor.

One could tell from Shou Qi’s gaze that although his eyes were subconsciously fixed on the chessboard, his heart was long elsewhere, imagining the shifting currents of the political landscape through the changes on the board.

Even if Chen Hong didn't believe Stupid Qiang could protect her, it was still progress for him to say such a thing.

He had been too busy chasing Jhin to notice the situation in the mid-lane. Fortunately, the Jax was well-developed, with an advantage in both items and levels, so even in a 1v3, he wouldn't die immediately.

"May I ask, sir, what brings you here?" Yuan Ye finally couldn't help but speak first. He couldn't afford to let this drag on; he had other business to attend to.

Back then, Qian Xinxin was handsome, charming, and capable. He was also devoted to his wife, and they were incredibly happy—he even went out of his way to let Yu Panyan see it. Yu Panyan was filled with regret; how could she have known that the once pig-like Qian Xinxin would become so outstanding? She was overcome with remorse.

In reality, the moonlight was as clear as water, spilling through the window lattices onto the bedside, making Ziwei feel as if reality and her dream were two separate worlds, creating a stark contrast.

Take the support character, for example: he lost nearly two-thirds of his health from a single kick. As for the other four who were knocked airborne, their fate was even worse, as the follow-up damage from the Lee Sin's ultimate ability was much higher than the initial impact.

Then she went to the kitchen to bring breakfast to the Princess’s bedchamber. After serving the Princess, she followed the Princess Consort's instructions, spread out the paper, and stood by to grind the ink while the Princess practiced her calligraphy.

Calculating Xue Hua’s age, anyone else would likely be married with children, yet he had fallen in love with his own sister! Was this heaven punishing him, Gu Renfeng, for having committed too many sins?

Exiting the body as a spiritual entity, touring as a celestial spirit, and finally refining the void to embody the Dao to attain immortality—this was the path Li Zehua intended to walk.

They never expected that after arriving at this tomb, instead of finding Su Zheng, they would run into an incredibly powerful freak.

The ancient temple, shrouded in misty fog, looked like a silhouette floating on clouds, appearing exceptionally silent and solemn.

The good news was that he was constantly growing and improving, never giving up the chance to learn from those around him. This was the precious quality of Li Xiang, which was why the Lixiang Group continued to expand and develop. Even despite many setbacks, nothing had blocked its path of progress.

But there was no way Liu Mei could pull her foot back. Even if a pair of Dongpo pork knuckles were placed in front of Lin Yuming, he certainly wouldn't be willing to let go of Liu Mei’s foot.

Zhang Tianyi had no choice but to find his seat and sit down honestly. The movie began, and it turned out to be a genre he liked; after watching for a while, he found himself immersed in it.

"Brother Qian, why are you still wearing such a strange thing? Why don't you take it off?" Cheng Chumo asked loudly.

What was even worse was that all the meridians in his body were frozen; he didn't even have the chance to circulate his energy.

Li Zehua squatted down, looking at the youth before him, whose body was covered in scars and fresh blood. He gestured for the young man to lift his face and look him in the eye.

"We could first ask the Seventeenth Battalion of Zengkou to send a company. The Seventeenth is closer to Bazhou, and they are all barbarian soldiers who can suppress those damned local bandits..." Feng Chenghao interjected to remind them.

A heavy, murderous aura emanated from the ranks of the three hundred Great Xia Iron Troops. One look was enough to tell they were battle-hardened veterans who killed without hesitation. These three hundred men were all from the most elite soldiers of the Great Xia Cang Battalion.

"You’ve finally done something reliable. It’s pitch black all around, not suitable for action, so what do we do now?" Luo Yi asked, turning her head.

Of course, Zhu Yuanzhang never imagined that shortly after his death, a war for the throne would break out. In his view, his empire was as solid as a rock, and even if there were trouble, it would be generations later.

Yue Yuhan immediately injected lightning energy, this time splitting a giant thunderbolt from the boundary of snow and fire to forcefully carve out a lightning storm between them.

"It all depends on Doctor Wei. I’ve troubled you." Ji Wanyong nodded. She didn't understand medicine, so how could she have any objections?

"This is what worries me. Rumors from the outside say as much, but I don't feel anything special at all; it’s not even as good as Hanyun City!" the Eagle Demon confessed.

No wonder Zhu Biao ran off so hastily after leaving the palace that day... This Crown Prince, though known for his benevolence, had plenty of schemes hidden in his belly.

"Playing chess?" Liu Buyi frowned. Although he didn't like it, since it was the teacher’s lesson, he did not refuse.

Jin Sicheng saw her, his expression carrying a faint distance. He didn't speak, just looked at Ye Qingyan, very calmly.

Three years for the saber, ten for the sword, fifty for unarmed combat, and a thousand for immortality—a martial arts prodigy with excellent aptitude needed at least fifty years of tempering to truly master the intent of their martial arts.