Chapter 59

"If you keep eating like this, Prince Li will probably grow tired of you. Tell me, what are you actually thinking?" Yilian Yun continued.

Seeing the person opposite him fall into deep thought because of his words without a single shred of doubt, Qin Shi's eyes flickered.

However, spirit refiners throughout the ages were different from Ye Han. No matter how recklessly those spirit refiners acted, they could still face themselves squarely and inherit a small fraction of the extreme elements from tribulations. In this way, they were already capable of becoming quite outstanding spirit refiners, creating a world of difference between themselves and ordinary soul cultivators.

"Father, hasn't the Crown Prince always been arrogant and domineering? Furthermore, His Majesty is well aware of this. Could it be that the Crown Prince is afraid of His Majesty today?" Li Yuanlang asked in confusion.

"You may all withdraw. Thirteen, stay behind," Feng Jue said, rising and settling into his seat after watching Feng Yuecheng leave.

For instance, Huang Xuanling was already at the eighth layer of Qi Refining, but to advance to the ninth layer, she had no idea how much accumulated time it would take before she could achieve a breakthrough.

"Really? Or should I take off my clothes so you can inspect me?" Lin Ruge replied with a somewhat helpless tone.

"Hmph, this is clearly a case of sour grapes because you can't reach them," Zhang Zixuan retorted, refusing to show any weakness.

Primordial Dragon Wood was, after all, merely a handful of clear water within this vast and boundless chaos. When this clear water dispersed and returned to chaos, what of it?

In truth, her heart felt no more comfortable than Mother Gu's. The events of today made her realize that the medical skills she was so proud of were truly not worth a damn.

Tang Chuxia had no other choice but to tell the truth, especially mentioning the things Wu Yue had told him. Tang Jianbing was extremely worried about Tang Chuxia's safety.

After all, her figure was comparable to Rong Baobao's. Ordinarily, tight bindings combined with the general design of her garments made it difficult for others to spot any issues. However, when laughing so heartily, she still needed to cover her chest; otherwise, overly obvious undulations would surely reveal the problem.

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The person before her spoke with the most innocent and naive voice, yet the smile hanging on her face was sinister to the point of making one's hair stand on end. Taking advantage of the angle that kept her hidden from everyone else, she smiled unscrupulously.

Fang Yu squatted down, removed "Fang Yu's" shoes, cut open the socks and trouser legs, and cleaned the wound on the foot in preparation for pulling out the arrow.

Having nothing else to do, they stood outside to observe the situation. If they saw anyone appear, they would rescue them, and if they spotted anything useful, they would scavenge it.

"You want my sword?" Xu Fuquan's voice suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold. The long sword at his waist instantly leaped from its scabbard, a flash of cold light appeared, and the blade was already pressed against the short, stout man's forehead.

Under the protection of ability users like Meng Xingxing, the safe zone successfully survived this terrifying zombie horde, but the safe zones in other places were not as fortunate as them.

Her appearance instantly drew everyone's attention. The director, still holding a thermos cup, immediately stepped forward to shower Yun Xianghuan with expressions of concern before asking, "Are you still going to continue participating? Your current condition is extremely unfavorable for you!" After all, getting out of bed right after undergoing surgery and getting stitches was no joke.

She realized something was wrong with her, but in the pitch-black night where she could not even see her own hand, she had no way to check her condition.

He Wan was sometimes truly lazy—too lazy to do many things. Occasionally, if she found cooking troublesome, she would not cook at all, preferring to stay hungry rather than move. As for laundry, aside from a few essential garments she washed herself, she dumped all the rest onto Jiang Che.

Xiao Wanghuai gave an awkward, light cough. Hearing Liu Ci's words, he already knew that this dish was practically ruined. However, since she had such a good master by her side, why on earth did she need to consult those useless cooks in the prince's mansion?

Although it was a bit childish, everyone still played with great enthusiasm, thus killing away an entire morning.

The words "A great war is about to begin" were written on the face of every member of the demon race, yet they showed not the slightest trace of tension, feeling only excitement and thrill.

Lin Xueer and Erfeng gently supported the Cold-Faced God's arm and hurriedly squeezed inside. The group swished in and retracted the Profound Spirit Gate.

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Although Huai Yuerih was an ordinary person, in such a densely crowded area, suddenly delivering a kick like that—especially since martial arts and fighting were strictly prohibited in this coastal region—meant no one had their defenses up. Consequently, a large group was kicked down all at once by an ordinary person, and moreover, this was right at the entrance of the All-Seaview Auction House, wasn't it?

A year ago, Chongxu first encountered a Kunlun slave in Baishui, and was left wondering what kind of creature possessed rabbit-demon eyes, succubus noses, and hedgehog-monster quills. Later, after finding the pyramid of the Healer Tribe in the Kirim Desert, he learned that Kunlun slaves were the latest research product of Baron Demov of the Healer Tribe.

Lin Ran, as the saying goes, to capture the bandits, capture their king first; the monk may run, but the temple cannot flee. I'll settle your mother in a safe place first, and let's see where else you can run.

This pointed remark left Liu Ci's mind somewhat unsettled. Did he know Ling Chong's identity, or was he merely testing him?

The husband and wife team of Ao Ding and Yamada Mitsuko cooperated with a tacit understanding that far exceeded Hashim's expectations. Unaware that Yamada Mitsuko could see right through his psychological state, Hashim was blocked by Ao Ding on the only viable retreat route.

The large leopard let out an angry roar and delivered a powerful dragon-tail whip straight across Mu Dashao's chest, blasting Mu Xifeng more than three hundred meters away and knocking down a dozen thick, ancient trees before he finally stopped retreating.

During the day, she searched for the big brother like finding a needle in a haystack; at night, she found the most inconspicuous corner in the railway station to sleep under a cloak—she had been living like this for three days. She ate steamed buns and drank tap water fetched from in front of a kind-hearted auntie's shop.

Combined with Feiya's hostile attitude toward Meiluo, Ye Zilu and the other two were even more convinced that there was bad blood between them. Yet for someone like Meiluo and someone of such extraordinary grace as Feiya to harbor a blood feud truly baffled the mind.

"Little Piglet, I'll help you!" Lele's voice from outside the school gate that day suddenly echoed beside my ear.

Tang Jin, whose internal organs had been violently churned by that kick earlier, had recovered slightly now. He opened his eyes, glared at Brother Hong, yet didn't utter a single sound.

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