Chapter 162: Actually, Demon God Emperor Fengxiu is Your Grandfather

This was Bai Yue's emotional knot and the fundamental reason why she could never forgive Feng Xiu. Only when Bai Yue stepped out of it could she reconcile with Feng Xiu.

Between Bai Yue and Feng Xiu, Bai Lingxuan would undoubtedly choose the former. A husband might fall in love with someone else and would not belong to her for a lifetime, but a daughter would always be her daughter—sharing her bloodline and being a piece of flesh torn from her own body. If she truly had to choose between Feng Xiu and Bai Yue, Bai Lingxuan would only choose Bai Yue.

Perhaps no one could answer this question; it was the limitation of science, the limitation of reason, and the limitation of being human.

Aazel must have also guessed that she would calculate this step, making it nothing short of an infinite nesting doll.

Wearing a golden crown and a cape embroidered with dragon and tiger patterns, Zuo Shiren stood with his hands clasped behind his back, head held high, coldly gazing toward the direction across the river.

"Damn it, I really can't stand you. You have so much philosophical nonsense just from drinking a cup of tea, and the worst part is I don't even understand what you're saying." Dawei had no other choice, so he slumped back down onto the sofa with a thud.

After exchanging for the animal skin scroll, Lu Yuan had originally planned to go to the Qingyun Market to purchase auxiliary medicinal herbs for refining Foundation Establishment Pills. He wanted to brew the pills before entering seclusion, so that he could attempt to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage at any time during his retreat.

Although Western Shu had quite a few cavalrymen, Xu Mu felt that regardless of the circumstances, there should be a core force of elite infantry capable of acting as an anti-cavalry barrier when the cavalry's flanks lacked protection.

Ning Fu restarted the aircraft. Su Tao's anger had yet to subside; she turned her face away, crystalline beads of sweat lingering on her collarbone.

Through the window, Wu Zhihui discovered that Qin Hui was bare-chested and slowly building a fire. Aided by the yellow light of the incandescent bulb and his own sharp eyesight, Wu Zhihui could clearly see severe scratches on Qin Hui's arms. Wu Zhihui waved his hand, preparing to conduct a surprise inspection.

A liquid resembling black sludge seeped out from the wound. The expression of the "younger brother" flickered with astonishment first, and then instantly twisted into something ferocious.

This was also one of the differences between "Spirit Exorcism Professionals" and yao spirits. Ordinary firearms and ammunition were useless against monsters and ghosts, but they were deadly accurate when dealing with "Spirit Exorcism Professionals."

Seeing Li Bin arrive in grand style leading over two hundred men, the owners of the various horse-selling stalls in the horse market all regarded him as a major financial backer. They each raised their voices and shouted enthusiastically and energetically, hoping to catch Li Bin's attention and sell their horses.

The childish voice sounded once more, and a flash of golden light surged forth, shooting directly toward the Emperor on the opposite side.

Zhang Cheng spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders in a helpless gesture, then motioned with his chin toward Wen Xin and the others, implicitly asking Third Sister Liu what was going on over there.

"Fifty thousand?" Jia Shuqin had originally intended to dismiss Lu Feng with ten thousand yuan just like last time, but the calm smile on Lu Feng's face made her somewhat hesitant. After a moment's thought, she raised the offer directly to fifty thousand.

A hundred years of scattered and desolate affairs, lingering with worries spanning ten thousand miles. The road is long as the sun sets toward the west, the time grows late with temples turning frosty like autumn. Surging onward, I look down upon the eastward flow; filled with sorrow, I weep as I float toward the west.

The potion he had just poured into the culture tank was a substance easily absorbed by the human body, except that he had added some radioactive chemical particles into it.

Although the feline race's innate racial talent was widely regarded as trash, one could not rule out its practicality in the pitch-dark night. Activating night vision allowed Old Cat to help Zhang Cheng see the situation on the opposite bank of the Nide River in the pitch-black night without any firelight.

Zhang Cheng paid no mind to Niu the Blacksmith's words. Just by his name, this fellow was clearly a professional gaming merchant; people like this were all shrewd and exceptionally skilled at selling things. Zhang Cheng never expected to bluff this person with just a couple of sentences.

Looking at the building vertically, the eaves of each story corresponded directly to the name of the tower, making it look like a yellow crane spreading its wings, ready to fly. The entire structure managed to be both majestic and exquisite, brimming with shifting charm and aesthetic appeal.

The formidable presence of Huaxia Dragon City left everyone trembling with fear, daring not make a sound. No matter how powerful their strength, they all obediently moved forward on the ground. Even those flying magical beasts, under the urging of their masters, did not dare to take to the air; they could only fold their wings and walk on the ground with a wronged expression.