Volume 1, Chapter 54: A Mind Full of Holes Like a Wasp's Nest

However, when they saw Jia Zong step forward and gently pat Yang Yangzheng on the back to help him catch his breath after a fit of coughing brought on by his loud laughter, their suspended hearts were slightly put at ease.

Yet, their marriage was not prolonged by the presence of a child. After being married for barely two years, and with the child just over a year old, they divorced.

Who the hell could have imagined that such an honest man, one who wouldn't even let out a fart if you kicked him three times, would actually manage to lose that musical genius.

By this time, the procession of carriages, horses, and sedan chairs belonging to Zhen Yingjia and his cohorts had already left the dock. Although Jiangnan governors Fang Yue, Guo Zhao, and their ilk were still nearby, they were completely absorbed in discussing how to deal with the stubborn local factions of Jiangnan, remaining entirely oblivious to what had happened here.

In the distance, towering black mists billowed forth as thick clouds rose from all directions, blotting out the sun and sky. That cultivator and the others who were attempting to flee were all blocked by this immortal magic, rendering any escape impossible.

Stumbling as he ran toward the door, he had not yet truly stepped one foot out into the rain when his entire body involuntarily came to a halt.

War had been restrained to the greatest possible extent. Upon seeing that pillar of light, the two factions on the battlefield that had been locked in mutual slaughter simultaneously fell silent, freezing like un-wound puppets.

Que tried her utmost not to cast herself into the role of a master, but she still felt an inexplicable itch in her heart.

AKe opened the bedroom door, walked into the bathroom, and began brushing his teeth absentmindedly with his left hand. With wide eyes, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, searching intently to see if he could spot any changes, only to find with disappointment that he looked no different than usual.

As they passed the Palace of Concentrated Show, Princess Hongyi could not help pausing for a moment, gazing up at the sky above the palace: the bright lights illuminated the firmament, and the sounds of song and dance shook the desolate night. Then, shaking her head and letting out a sigh, she continued on her way.

A youth with a straight posture leaned his back against the ship's railing, arms crossed over his chest, casting an occasional glance at the clouds behind him as if deep in thought.

Before Jiao San could finish his sentence, Young Marshal Luo's expression suddenly shifted. Stepping forward, he delivered a resounding slap across Jiao San's face.

Moreover, this was Manchester United—a team that had already won the league title and had virtually nothing left to play for—which made it somewhat unacceptable to swallow.

No matter how intensely Luo Jue desired Lu Xun's death, his expression twisted into one of ugly mockery at this moment. Believing he had seen through the other's conspiracy, he spoke with arrogant fluency.

Luo Chu remained in the hospital for nearly a week. During this time, Han Yi came more than once to suggest she return for treatment elsewhere, but she refused every single one of his requests.

Her beautiful eyes welled with tears, and she felt only utter desolation in the depths of her heart, not daring to contemplate what would happen next.

Since this Taoist priest from Mount Mao even used a Xuande bronze censer from the Great Ming dynasty, he was surely no ordinary priest. Who knew, perhaps there were even better burial items accompanying the corpse inside the coffin?

Last night, he had indeed contacted the owner of a villa online. A detached villa of over three hundred square meters with a rent of less than one hundred thousand a year, located in the western suburbs and coming with a courtyard of more than sixty square meters—overall, it perfectly matched his criteria.

Life in this prince's mansion was long and tedious; how could someone so fragile show up the moment a newcomer finally arrived?

"In the imperial palace, the Empress Dowager intends to spare your life. But the Grand Commanders all expressed their opposition, as you well know. The Falling Dragon Mountain Range is a taboo in these parts," Wu Hui said.

With pursuers behind him and a dead end ahead, the crisis of survival forced Anping to make a desperate gamble, and the fragment of the dimensional Dao artifact offered him a glimmer of hope. Spatial folding was not an unfamiliar concept; it was the wormhole theory, though limited to fantasy and daydreaming. When he saw with his own eyes the space around the fragment rippling in waves, he boldly deduced that this was indeed spatial folding.

The second dying wish: If a predestined person discovered him and happened to be accompanied by a burrowing beast skilled in phantom cloning, that creature was his loyal spiritual beast of many years, possessing a high degree of sentience and a deep bond with him. Should the predestined person take a fancy to it, they could adopt it as their spiritual beast, which would prove to be a great assistance.

However, it could be said that once the semi-finished product was successfully refined, the concoction of the Bigu Pill was already half accomplished.

I smiled and said softly, "Qingyun is my older brother, and also the Yin-Yang master you speak of." Telling them our story probably wouldn't make them believe it, so I didn't go into detail.

Thus, the hall of the inn was cleared out. The three saintly heirs and their respective entourages all arrived, and Fang Shisheng also rushed over to join the excitement. The innkeeper, a man who never missed a chance for profit, offered an eighty-percent discount on drinks and personally hosted the entire event, all the while pricking up his ears to gather intelligence for placing bets.

With this beginning, Lu Hu and the trio slowly began to converse. Although they could not understand each other's languages, they managed to continue communicating through continuous gestures.

With that, Judge Lu reined in his imposing aura and looked at me inquiringly. I gently nodded. The Lin family members, meanwhile, gazed at their father and grandfather.

The massive cannon barrels were all crafted from the finest timber, with vital areas reinforced with iron and many sections intentionally wrapped in iron plates to increase structural integrity.

The waters of the Tiansi River were wondrous beyond compare. The moment Mount Wuzhi touched the surface of the water, it was as if countless black holes instantly formed on the surface, swallowing up all of this divine power.

In a flash, centered around Lin Yi's body, a sword qi carrying terrifying murderous intent swept an exquisite arc through the air, roaring toward the four men surrounding him.

Zhou Yao least of all could bear Qiaolimeng's extremely calm expression, which infuriated her greatly. Consequently, Zhou Yao decided to continue provoking Qiaolimeng further.