Chapter 63: The Summer Harvest (Second Update)

"I was just saying it offhand. Why are you so nervous?" Shen Yaxi muttered, looking at Qiu Yun with utter incomprehension.

Ye Feng cast a sidelong glance at Linghu Yixue, who was staring intently at him, and then suddenly raised his wine cup.

Liu Qingxi had already arrived ahead of time at Yeying's bedside. Disregarding the blood on Yeying's body, she began using both hands to massage and relax his muscles. The moment Dull Blade carried Yeying out, Liu Qingxi's heart had been sharply pierced; the previously concealed and hidden feelings transformed at that instant into a deep, aching sorrow.

What he cared about was the long, winding dragon of fire that illuminated the valley in the dead of night, the neatly lined-up rows of armored soldiers, and their respectful gazes directed toward the carriage.

In the past, this hour should have been a time of song, dance, and peace within the imperial palace, but today, an inadvertent sense of desolation lingered, silently seeping into one's soul and sending a sudden chill through the body, while this loneliness looked on from afar with an arrogant air.

His subordinates immediately brought forward two cups of wine. Ma Yun held one in his hand and handed the other to Ye Feng.

In the end, quite a few immensely powerful experts forced their way inside directly. Yet when they finally emerged, they chose to remain tight-lipped about the people and events within, and no one ever knew what had transpired in there.

"Awooo~" The roar echoing through the desolate mountains in the dead of night would frighten anyone. With a start, I looked around vigilantly again and again, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

"Basically ruined. It could have proceeded smoothly, but halfway through, we ran into the First Prince, who completely decimated the Drunken Immortal Pavilion." Jinse shifted her steps and sat down on a chair not far from the bed.

Of course, that was a story for later, who told her not to set any time or frequency limits on that 'single chance' to begin with?

Gao Jianli ran his slender fingers through his hair, pushing the strands backward. His tone carried a hint of helplessness, yet his face was full of a doting smile.

This was not a very high cliff, nor were there too many jagged rocks at the bottom. If one were lucky, falling down might not prove fatal.

Yuzhen gave a cold laugh. Without turning her head, she struck backward with a single palm, and a powerful surge of frost energy knocked the attempted assassin, 'Hong Yuancheng', crashing to the ground.

The next day, Taozi, who had tossed and turned all night without a sound sleep, walked into the living room with two massive dark circles under her eyes and a depressed aura, only to see Shen Mochen already sitting brightly at the dining table eating breakfast.

Still, it turned out safe in the end. Xiao Yan's driving skills were quite reliable. The moment they arrived home safely, Ji Xinliang's hanging heart finally settled down.

"Ji Tao, you need to properly discipline your grandson! He is getting more and more out of hand! If this goes on, the Ji family will sooner or later be ruined by him." Elder Madam Ji arrived before Elder Ji and flew into a rage.

At this thought, I fiercely bit down on my lower lip, suppressing the urge to scream out loud.

Sure enough, past the River of Helplessness, blocking their way was a ceaselessly flowing river, where the tiny starlight drifting within the currents consisted of human souls.

However, Zhou Yan's blade light had already been waiting along the man's escape route. "Splat!" The man was hacked into several pieces, a sight that left the others filled with both anger and fear.

He could go along with Liang Rou, but he couldn't spoil Ke Huan. Nie Yan raised an eyebrow and asked fiercely, "What on earth did you come here for?" Was he just here to stab a knife into his heart?

As the date of the Five Clans Assembly drew closer, many factions from remote regions also set off early, heading toward the self-contained domain of the Five Clans Island.

Imperial Aunt Qin received the Empress's decree and rushed to the heavenly prison, producing the Empress's token to forcefully order the guards to unlock the cell. At last, she discovered that the person inside was not the real Third Prince, Mu Lingzhi.

Yin Ange curled his lips, evidently dissatisfied as to why Qian Fanzhen stopped using sword Qi to entangle with him. Watching Qian Fanzhen charge toward him, a few more notes of seriousness entered his gaze as the Zhishui long staff in his hand suddenly thrust forward like a dragon emerging from the sea, seizing a sliver of the initiative.

Therefore, Lin Zhinan, who was about to truly descend the mountain to save the world and help the people, ate bowl after bowl of the minced-pork noodles without a single complaint. Instead, she felt that after eating so many delicacies from mountains and seas, the noodles made by her senior martial brother were the ultimate treasure of the human world.

Xie Zixuan seemed so exhausted she had passed out, completely forgetting about her shift. Having worked all day with almost no rest, her face was full of fatigue and her complexion looked very poor.

Looking at her today, perhaps because Ye Nuo was no longer there as a point of reference, Shangguan Ye felt that Qiaoqiao looked exceptionally fresh and pleasant, especially her eyes, which, owing to her youth, possessed a few more parts of vitality and liveliness compared to Ye Nuo.

Hanging up the phone, Yuan Qin strode forward, failing to notice a stunned white figure slowly turning around in front of the glass display window, her eyes filled with coldness.

In the end! Hao Yu still had to beg the Immortal Entity, and though he was extremely reluctant, he had no other choice.

The wind swept away the sweat on Song Guoyan's body, leaving visible traces of salt frost on her blue-black uniform. Her bangs fluttered on her forehead, revealing a face deeply lost in thought.

As for the design of the Fuchuan junk, it was handed over to the master shipwrights of the local shipyard to build the prototype. This type of vessel would serve as the signature brand of the Zhang family's shipyard. Construction would begin as soon as this batch was launched, and after being used for a short period, they would sell these ships to the Guan family. The Guans would definitely be willing to take them, as no one knew the quality of these vessels better than they did.