Volume One, Chapter 38: Throwing Herself into His Arms! Let Me See What My Future Husband Looks Like!

Zhu Di immediately issued an order. Zhu Neng was to lead 15,000 troops to attack the West Gate, and Gao Duan was to lead 15,000 troops to attack the East Gate. Zhu Di himself led 30,000 troops to assault the South Gate, leaving the North Gate untouched to allow the enemy's soldiers and civilians a path to escape.

Xiao Ling let out a soft sigh and looked back, seeing everyone successfully descending past the most dangerous section of the stone steps. Just as he was about to call over an elderly dwarf to ask about the surrounding structures, a sharp, piercing whistle suddenly echoed from above the Great Rift Valley.

It was not just a matter of fatigue; the main issue was the slow pace. Su Cheng had already departed days ago, and by train at that! If they were to travel to Luoyang on horseback, when would they ever be able to catch up to him?

Xing'er busily moved a jar of wine from the windowsill and poured a cup for her father. The wine was amber in color and fragrant. Shen Heng downed three bowls in quick succession before stopping. Surprisingly, his complexion turned rosy, and he seemed much more spirited. Shen Zhui-xing did not understand why, but he was secretly pleased, hoping his father’s health might truly be improving.

Aside from soaking in the hot springs with Su Cheng, the Prince of Jin seemed to have no one else to accompany him.

After a flash of sword light, a large number of them were dead. Of the 500-man team, only three at the Venerable Realm and a few at the Profound Transformation Realm remained.

A drawn-out gasp of astonishment echoed throughout the arena. Whether it was the referees on the field, the spectators in the stands, or the members of various academies watching the competition, everyone widened their eyes and dropped their jaws.

"Two in the mid-Venerable Realm, three in the early Venerable Realm, and the rest are below the mid-Profound Transformation Realm. As long as we take out those five at the Venerable Realm, this group will be nothing to fear!" Ye Mu had already calculated his plan, intending to ambush the three Profound practitioners at the early Venerable Realm first.

Such a thought crossed Ye Mu's mind. It was not entirely impossible, and before he left, Situ Jing had even given him the Qiankun Sacred Mirror.

As high-value guests like them, they were naturally the objects of special care, for only by ensuring their satisfaction would they return for a second visit.

Ning Qi’s gaze flickered slightly as he pointed out the most obvious inconsistency. If the Arhat Kingdom could not answer, it would mean the other party might still be boasting and lying.

Upon seeing the final few images, the love and smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling coldness.

"Stop trying to hypnotize me; in any case, if I weigh over a hundred pounds, I consider myself fat." Zhan An-ran rubbed her face in excitement before picking up her chopsticks to continue eating.

However, to sever the skull of a demon wolf at the late Mortal Immortal stage, even using the "Iron-Cutting" technique required a massive expenditure of elemental energy. Given the number of demon wolves surrounding him, Yang Ye dared not be so extravagant.

"Oh? It wouldn't be a gift for Mr. Xu, would it?" Yu Yao couldn't help but think of the "Discerning Eye" painting that Yi Peiji had gifted to Xu Taiyan. However, after saying it, he secretly dismissed the thought—how could Mr. Xu "lose" something so easily?

The Capricorn Fish Pot was a rare treasure; the Palace Museum held one, and authentic pieces were rarely seen on the market. Yet, where there are precious things, there is never a shortage of high-quality imitations.

Spending the day drinking with Ling Ling, though the alcohol content was low, had left him smelling of spirits, so Du Xiaotian went to take a shower first.

However, the division of labor in the diamond mine was strict, and their cooks were generally not allowed near the miners. Thus, progress was extremely slow.

Yang Ye was startled. In the pitch-black room, he had assumed Shen Mengyao was already asleep and had made no noise, yet he hadn't expected her to sense that he was still awake.

"Father, I believe you understand what I mean." Helan Ze’s words were cold; his father possessed a much more meticulous mind than he had anticipated.

Hadali looked up, her gaze filled with complex emotions as she stared deeply at Xia Ya, remaining silent.

The most obvious change was the charm bestowed upon him by Ishtar. Although his appearance remained unchanged, the surrounding air seemed to tremble in the presence of his nobility and handsomeness.

However, the host seemed accustomed to Yun Zisu's red-carpet style and merely mentioned it briefly before changing the subject.

As soon as Ning Dingzhou entered his courtyard, he summoned Ning Li. With his father-in-law's birthday approaching, he sent Ning Li on a long journey to purchase some items.

Xu Cong looked bewildered. Before he could speak, Sun Yujiao had already rushed off to buy food. By the time she returned, many classmates were already surrounding Xu Cong.

It had been so long since anyone had seen Zhuang Xiang perform on stage that they had all assumed there would be no more chances to see him. They never expected him to appear on stage in such a manner.

Taiping replied, asking if two people in love shouldn't be cherishing and pitying one another. Why must there be a struggle for dominance?

After nightfall, torches were lit all the way from Xing'an Gate to the Wannian County Hall, the flames hot enough to scorch the pagoda trees on both sides of Xing'an Gate Street.

The cinema’s screenings remained at around 10% capacity, as those loyal fans were willing to pay to watch it over and over again.

The Divine Monarch felt an invisible force sealing away all the true essence within his body. At that moment, he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter, utterly devoid of any power to resist.

It seemed that the man keeping her was not only wealthy but also possessed rather refined taste, Zhao Ergou mused to himself. He caught a faint, elegant scent, as delicate and refreshing as orchids, drifting into his nostrils.