Chapter 59: Supreme Fashion Styling-Escondendo a gravidez no exército, a bela de pele suave conquista o alojamento familiar(Patinho amarelo com óculos escuros)

Chen Liao stared blankly at Qiao Luo, his eyes fixed in a daze for a moment.
Fang Qing had previously called Qiao Luo a country bumpkin, but if Qiao Luo could be considered a country bumpkin, what did that make other women? Relics of a bygone era?
Fang Qing had never expected Qiao Luo to wear those clothes with such stunning elegance, and for a moment, she was consumed by both envy and jealousy.
Glancing sideways and seeing Chen Liao staring blankly at Qiao Luo as well, she flew into a rage, reached out, and gave Chen Liao's arm a vicious three-hundred-and-sixty-degree twist.

Mengzhu had been lying in bed for days, feeling depressed and dispirited, refusing to pay attention to anyone who came. When Ji Qing came, she flatly refused to see him.

However, dwelling on this now was useless; the reality was that the Principality of Labrenz was not as powerful as the Kingdom of Scansen or the Grand Duchy of Droyosh. Therefore, as soldiers of the Principality of Labrenz, they had to swallow this grievance, a fact that no one could change.

Yet this did not mean the allied forces were entirely out of danger. Although the Elven race had stepped up their suppression efforts, slave-hunting parties still existed and could not be completely eradicated, leaving a possibility that the allied forces might still encounter them.

Early the next morning, she rose promptly and sat before the dressing table, letting Nanny Jin Yun comb her hair. Though she usually disliked jewelry, she meticulously picked out a gold dangling hairpin and pinned it obliquely into her hair, before carefully selecting a bolder and more brilliantly colored outfit to change into.

Song Duanwu's words carried a hidden meaning. On the surface, it undoubtedly meant he had agreed to Sima Qingyun's dying request, but beneath the surface, it clearly implied that today, whether Sima Qingyun wanted to or not, he was destined to die. In short, the only path before him was the road to the netherworld.

"The Xiao flute plays, the Xiao notes fall, the Xiao fades into memory—a single tune of desolation to hear the soul's lament." Xiao Yan could not help but recall this phrase, yet who was he now to be described merely as Xiao Yi?

Peter and the five other young nobles had a rather good relationship with the members of the Starlight Mercenary Corps, so they naturally went to cheer for Li Yang and Lucia. However, Li Yang and Lucia also gave them quite a few pleasant surprises.

Qin Muqing gently pushed open the office door without making the slightest sound. He glanced at the scene inside and felt there was nothing out of the ordinary; Shen Zhiqin had her back to him, making a phone call.

After all, it was not a sports car, and its acceleration was painfully slow. But once it reached speeds of over a hundred miles per hour, it truly exuded an indomitable momentum, matching Song Duanwu's current state of mind—he wished he could fly instantly to Cheng Lulu's side.

"When your imperial father reigned as emperor, he was cut from the exact same cloth as the current Yang Guang, knowing only how to drink and make merry every day while the common people suffered immensely. 'Peach leaves and more peach leaves, crossing the river without an oar; crossing without hardship, I come of my own to greet you'—are these not the heartfelt voices of the people harmed by your imperial father?" said Chen Fan.

"I already said, if you don't believe it, just give it a try, and it will naturally produce results!" Qin Fen said, shaking his steps and waving his hand.

Hua Qiangu's offensive did not slow down in the slightest. With a flurry of *swish-swish-swish-swish* sounds, she thrust four consecutive swords, all aimed at Yin Shangpiao's vital points. Yin Shangpiao desperately parried two of them, but blocked the third one no matter what; as his left foot retreated, it stepped into empty space.

Yet Zhang Cui Cui still did not utter words as bone-chilling as getting hit by a car on her way out. Although curses like being struck by lightning and dying a horrible death were also vicious, in Zhang Cui Cui's view, such retributions were not very concrete, and thus they did not sound quite as spine-chilling.

Young Master Yang climbed up from several yards away, his face already bruised and swollen. With despair, the fellow discovered that one of his arms was unresponsive—it had clearly been dislocated.

"I don't believe it, hmph, I'll go try!" Without waiting for Qin Yu to speak, a disciple said indignantly, rushing straight through the gates.

One must know that at the dawn of chaos, all things made no strict distinction between high and low, and every kind of fierce beast contained the power of chaos, making them incomparably powerful.

When the two arrived at the police station, perhaps Li Ruoli was unfamiliar with the people there, or perhaps she was simply stalling and didn't want to exert herself, no longer as "arrogant" as before, leaving Sun Buxiang to step forward and handle the relevant matters.