Chapter 45: The Prince of Jin Underestimates His Foe

First, the Japanese samurai wielding a Guan Dao let out a furious roar and charged straight at Li Xiaoyi, the blade bringing with it a fierce gale as it slashed down ruthlessly. Having regained his composure by then, Li Xiaoyi had no intention of taking the blow head-on; with a light tap of his foot, he deftly dodged aside. Seeing his attack miss, the samurai spun around and delivered a vicious, heavy kick.

Lan Ruoxin ranted wildly, a tear of agitation slipping from her eye, while in her heart she recalled how she had been betrayed by her ex-boyfriend, who stubbornly refused to admit his faults and selfishly offered all sorts of excuses.

Every man is fickle by nature. Honestly, I feel the best solution would be to have a secret affair with the scarf-wearing girl, though she would certainly never agree.

"Furthermore, I've told you before not to call the CEO 'Daddy'; why do you always refuse to listen?" Tianya scolded.

However, as time passed, I stopped pursuing the matter as well, deciding to leave it in Octopus's hands. Some grudges probably just fade away gradually with time.

Suddenly, a question dawned upon me: If He Liancheng wears Cheng Xin's face and remembers everything from the past, how am I supposed to choose?

The second brother killed Plum, the only person who recognized him, not to cover up his crime—after all, with the construction foreman dead, the police would naturally suspect him as a wanted fugitive.

By using his formidable cultivation to deter those rogue cultivators with malicious intent, once he passed the hurdle and finished his business, he could quietly retreat behind the scenes.

Haonan also noticed the actions of these people, though he felt nothing amiss in his heart; giving up when encountering difficulties is a completely normal reaction.

At that moment, Zhao Yingkong's attack struck like lightning. Instantly, her icy sword blade slashed straight down at the top of the Baba Beast's head. Yet its reaction was astonishingly swift; with a flash of red light and a sudden rippling of its body, the Baba Beast morphed into a slender figure, narrowly evading Zhao Yingkong's strike.

He wanted to say that right outside the camp tent was a brilliant miraculous doctor whose skill in saving Young Master Liu was beyond any doubt.

He suddenly found it deeply ironic. He knew well enough that his own family was filthy and ice-cold, yet he had never imagined it could be dirty to this extent, to the point of utter nausea.

Originally, the lights inside the bamboo building were on. However, the moment Sun Peng's roar rang out, the lights flickered and went out one by one—clearly no coincidence.

Yang Zheng did not smile; his expression remained as it was before, and his tone was so grave that even Zhang Yi felt a sense of strangeness, unable to help casting a glance at Yang Zheng.

Yet since Honey was not actively picking a fight, Zhao Tianye was not foolish enough to provoke trouble further. Because of the battle at the Fuzi Temple, that evening Furong and her companions would undoubtedly launch an all-out assault, and his side could not afford to sit it out, making preparation time essential.

Having opened up a new realm, they could also cultivate within it, breaking through to the deification stage and advancing tier by tier.

In an era of restless hearts, markets rarely sold black carp, and grass carp were often passed off as black carp instead. Coupled with the decreasing size of family households, the sales of large black carp were not as promising as one might imagine.

The research on G-protein-coupled receptors had been advanced by Yang Ruo by at least a decade, which also necessitated corresponding applied research to match.

At the same time, the sealing array activated. Three streams of light soared from the Mirage Illusion Array, the Heavenly Palace, and the City of Hundred Flowers, converging into a single point. A massive array diagram then sealed off the realm, and touching it felt like pressing against an impenetrable wall of water.

"The atmosphere feels even more tense, and rather bizarre." Entering the same place twice brought two completely different feelings.

These two consecutive blows nearly caused Tu Lang to pass out from the pain, yet even so, Qingchi's predicament remained entirely unchanged.

At this moment, Lin Fan exuded overpowering dominance. How could I, the righteous Fan, be someone you casually slander? These fellows were definitely ones he would need to watch out for in the future.

Put that way, it meant this place was safe, and he hadn't expected the matter to be resolved so easily. Had he known it would be this simple, he would have done this from the beginning instead of running all these miles, incidentally wiping out a few unlucky thugs he happened to run into along the way.

However, these matters seemed of little importance at the moment, and he could more or less guess who was behind them.

Supported by two fair-faced palace maidens, Empress Dowager Zhao appeared to be in good health, though her complexion was somewhat haggard. With her son about to embark on a distant journey, she could only force a smile and arrange everything for him to soften the sorrow of parting.

What she wanted most to ask was what these components were for. She was certain these parts were not meant for assembling a mechanism device; the incompleteness here suggested they were meant for repairing something.

After weighing all considerations, Alan ultimately decided to leave first. Once he finished what needed to be done over there, he would return to deal with the matter concerning Nana.

In truth, however, doing this demonstrated deep respect for these individuals, as they deserved to be received with such grand hospitality.

When Shen Yan stepped inside, she happened to see her adoptive father, Jiang Xichuan, pouring wine for Mu Jinchen from a silver flask.

Although a feudal lord's fief was generally decided by the monarch, Mingyue was Empress Dowager Zhao's favorite, and the Dowager still held the authority to intervene in state affairs. Thus, as long as the territory he requested was not too outrageous, he could still choose it himself.

The mere thought of how his skin had once been stained by that blood, abruptly unleashing such immense power, caused the blood in Sawyer's veins to boil.

Duke Anhalt stopped muttering, plunging the living room into an even deeper silence. Although it was midday and the sun shone brightly, there was a chill in the air reminiscent of a frosty night.