Are you out of your mind?!

"Pipa?" A pair of phoenix eyes held a faint allure, brimming with sparkling life. A vibrant smile matched the fiery colors of her entire attire.

As for the oppressive atmosphere, it was clearly caused by the scene Song Duanwu and Cheng Lulu had just made.

Yet, Siming had been by Prince Xin's side for so long that he had long since figured out the Prince's gestures and intentions.

Li Siqin picked up Xia Haitong's tattered photograph, clicked the lighter, and watched the tongues of flame slowly burn it to ashes.

Xia Haitong stared at him in utter bewilderment. For some reason, recently, Ye Chenxuan had grown increasingly fond of seeing Xia Haitong look like this; just to catch this expression on her face, he would actually go out of his way to tease her.

Song Duanwu said with a wicked smile, and his grin instantly brought a sensation known as shyness to Cheng Lulu.

The realm and martial prowess of the plump maidservant were the highest Zhong Li had ever witnessed. She was no fool and naturally knew the gap between herself and the maidservant. Thus, realizing that brute force would not work and that resorting to softness offered no openings whatsoever, Zhong Li felt an indescribable sense of helplessness.

Song Duanwu knew that whether in appearance or inner self, materially or spiritually, he was already worlds apart from that wild calf who had just stumbled out of the great mountains.

Everything from three years ago remained vivid in his mind. Had it not been for his father bribing the prison guard to give him a healing pill after Zhao Feng and the others left, he probably would have died in the military tribunal's dungeon. Sunlight cast Guo Lin's slender figure onto the moat. In February, the weather in the Xia State was turning warmer, and the accumulated snow had already melted.

At this, Shen Yanfei really turned ashen-faced, his entire body stiffening as a sense of having exhausted all his tricks washed over him.

Pu Tong nodded. Pei Qingfeng truly lived up to his reputation of studying ancient arts; what he said was correct. Feng represented local folk songs, Ya stood for orthodox court music, and Song referred to sacrificial music, which was relatively solemn.

Although He Yining did not spell it out explicitly, merely saying, "Thanks for ordering the takeout, and it's even my favorite," she somehow inexplicably convinced herself that this was ordered by Li Yuchen for He Yining.

This was something ordinary people could never accomplish, yet Pu Tong had pulled it off, and with absolute ease.

However, these people were also players and had the right to enjoy the game, yet he seemed to have inadvertently shut this group of players out.

As if completely indifferent to the extent of his own injuries, he charged straight into the densest formation of the enemy. The Ren clan cavalry fought valiantly as they drove forward, unwilling to let their commander fall right there. It was precisely because of Pang Tong's matchless ferocity that their blood boiled with fervor.

Instead of retreating, he advanced. In a flash, he leaped behind the saber-wielding warrior. Just as the warrior attempted to twist his body around, how could Wang Suizhen let go of this hard-earned opening?

Dian Wei was filled with admiration for Pang Tong's tactical genius and broadmindedness, even though this was far from the first time he had felt such awe.

Yet, what outsiders found hard to believe was that such a fertile piece of land had rarely, much like the Dongsheng region, been forcibly claimed by any faction. Mortals were still unaware of the reasons behind this, and even among cultivators, only a few rumors circulated.

"It's fine, I know what I'm doing." Su Zhaoliu dismissed the matter with vague words. She was not yet ready to divulge specific details, and simply urged Yan Hanguang to contact Yan Wufeng immediately.

The two had originally planned to smuggle Gong Lingxuan out under the cover of night, but they were intercepted by the Marquis of Zhengyong, so the matter had to be reconsidered for the long term.

Godly Sovereign Yuzhao flicked her sleeve, and the apothecary's space instantly doubled in size, while an identical set of tools appeared like a mirror image.

Without sufficiently formidable backing, the moment her identity was exposed while living through such hardships, she was bound to crash and shatter completely.

"This Huiqing is from the Hui family of the Fengqi Chamber of Commerce, and can be considered one of the leading figures of the Fengqi Chamber of Commerce. He has quite a reputation in the city and is particularly close to the Yue family of the city lord. That Chenchen Gang was established by him and Young City Lord Yue Yuan together, so you can imagine his background." Liu Mei shrugged.

Then the few of them gorged themselves on food to replenish their energy for the journey the next day. Who would have thought that this old monk and the rising star of the Mount Hua Sect, the Sword Demon Huang Zezong, would become good friends? Yet seeing Huang Zezong naturally brought Qin Hui'an to mind; their personalities were quite similar.

The military academy's student dormitories were all quad rooms, each equipped with a bathroom. Li Chengqian had deliberately arranged these four to share the same room. As for his intention... Li Chengqian hoped to resolve the grievances between their older generations through the friendship forged as classmates.

"Father, how old are you? Is doing this even fun?" Li Chengqian looked at Emperor Li Er with a face full of resentment.

Just moments ago, there was no telling where Godly Sovereign Yuzhao had come from, nor how much of the conversation between Yingning and himself she might have overheard.

His stern reprimand resounded like a sudden clap of thunder on flat ground, instantly stunning those lingering evil spirits into place. However, a few of the more powerful specters refused to stop. Their withered, skeletal ghost-claws still lunged toward his chest, seemingly determined to harvest his flesh and blood essence.

Although his physical condition had improved temporarily, he knew this was only temporary. As long as his power continued to grow, the deterioration of his body was inevitable—this was the price he had no choice but to pay.

These young women were the last people to engage in such acts, for they had suffered trauma themselves and knew the ultimate outcome when such things befell them. Only they would approach this work with genuine care and truly understand those people.

And as the reporter with the highest status and seniority in Japan, while also being the first to arrive in Osaka, he naturally became one of the journalists admitted to this press conference.

"Why don't we have Ha'er hold a donation box and take a few pictures? I think that would be rather nice," Shen Yibing suggested.

The more profound one's magical power and the more exquisite one's spells, the more formidable one became. Generally speaking, who was stronger and who was weaker could only be determined by a real fight. Of course, there was always an exception.

"What I am here to do, you all should already know. We are all intelligent people, so I believe you will understand," Ichiro Kigaki said coldly.

Advancing steadily behind their shields, listening to the drumming of blows raining down upon them, these shield-bearers grew extremely tense, while the archers behind them felt even more anxious.

During such a sensitive period, the primary member of the Madman Club—founded precisely by a madman's persona—had appeared here. No matter what, it was impossible that he had come to save lives and heal the wounded.