Chapter 59 Making Up

Tang Yu reached out in a panic to press down his hand as he picked up her phone to make a call, too exasperated to know what to say to him.
"Lou Xizhou, have we reached the point of getting married?"
Lou Xizhou raised his arm to pull her into his embrace, and retorted, "Aren't we already married?"
Tang Yu glared at him speechlessly, reaching out to push away the arm wrapped around her waist, but as soon as she pulled it away, he wrapped it right back around her.
"Lou Xizhou, can you talk properly?"
"Aren't we talking properly right now—"

Unsurprisingly, King Wei not only ignored Lord Xiayang's advice, but even ordered the latter to stay in Daliang. Instead, he commanded the Prime Minister, Gongsun Yan, to dispatch messengers to Pang Juan, ordering him to advance immediately and recapture Anyi as well as the entire Hedong region.

The onlookers all around scrambled for their lives, covering their heads. Some who were too close didn't have time to dodge and simply threw themselves flat onto the ground to escape the impact of the ice shards.

Back then, the State of Wei had claimed it was locked in fierce combat with the State of Zhao, lacking sufficient military strength to rescue Shaoliang. But looking at it now, Wei actually had the surplus strength to rescue both Shaoliang and Herong; it was simply that Wei did not wish to escalate the war with Qin at this moment and risk fighting on two fronts, which was why it decided to sacrifice Shaoliang and Herong to temporarily appease Qin's appetite.

Although they were reluctant to think this way, they also felt that if they kept it completely from Shunan and only told her at the very end, it would inevitably lead to a complete falling out with her.

She had originally intended to cross the main road, but after taking only a few steps, she felt a powerful force shove her forward, sending her body hurtling out of control as she crashed clumsily onto the ground.

However, Lu Qi felt that as long as Shunan was happy, that was the best thing in the world for him.

The two spiritual skiffs flickered in and out of view amidst the dense smoke. The rain of fire and molten lava had long since ceased, indicating that the two figures were drawing closer and closer to the now-calm mountaintop.

Yuan Guanshou shook his head. He gazed fixedly at the blood-red river surface, beneath which lay the countless piled bones of ordinary people and the nameless tombstones of martyrs.

Old Mrs. Fan remained silent as she listened to Qin He and her sister speak. She had not accompanied them up the mountain today; she had only heard that when Qin Mei's coffin reached the foot of the mountain, it suddenly became so heavy that it forced the eight pallbearers to set it down.

Sword cultivators possessing special sword physiques were so rare that one could scarcely find one among a million, and each of them was worthy of being recorded in the annals of sword cultivation history.

Suppressing his nausea, he drank down an entire cup of white liquor poured for him by Yan Wan without changing his expression, right in front of everyone.

Besides, who knew how Danzo's Hashirama cell research was going? Would that original defection from the village happen all over again?

"She was dragged off to the magistrate's office just to stir up trouble for my fourth aunt, and when she came back, she had only one breath left. Ever since I came out, she's been calling me a jinx and blaming everything on me, sob, sob," Song Yulan cried.

"Xu Yunyan, I told you a long time ago, love can also be about letting go," Lin Xuan, standing nearby, could no longer bear to watch.

Although modern firearms were more awesome, there was nowhere to buy them... and their reliance on logistics was too heavy, so they were not prioritized at this stage.

He Keqi slowly stepped into the moderately sized room and tossed Long Xiaoxuan aside casually.

His own son had just practically dismantled the He family; though they weren't bankrupt, it was probably close to being torn apart entirely.

There was deep animosity between them. Furthermore, Feng Mingliang was a member of the Feng family, and the Feng family was one of the four major powers in Qingyun City with unimaginably formidable strength—an absolute behemoth that even the Qingyun Sect dared not offend.

It was bad enough that the factions of the Chan and Jie teachings despised each other, but most of the immortals who had ascended in the past five hundred years belonged to the Daoist sect of Supreme Laojun, which advocated non-action and tranquility, while the Four Sovereigns each maintained their own spheres of influence.

To be honest, Mingyue had indeed wanted to show off a bit just now, to tell Bodhi Patriarch how she had cultivated her spiritual essence. But then she remembered that her spiritual essence had been achieved through dual cultivation with Xu Fang, which was not something she could easily tell outsiders. She surely couldn't tell Bodhi Patriarch that she had slept her way to it in bed, could she?