32. The Jiang Family of Tuzhou (4)

However, they were unaware that Ye Tian had merely retreated into his spiritual space; it was not a manifestation of Dao intent at all.

"F*ck you!" Feng Xin, in a fit of exasperated rage, pulled at the car door to get out, only to find it severely deformed and jammed. As he cursed, he pulled out his phone to call for help, only to notice that a crowd had already gathered around him.

The next day, Ye Zhongxian first took a stroll through the Taicang Summer Palace, but seeing there was nothing for him to do, he headed to Furong Garden.

Chun'er was slightly tired from carrying Ye Zhong, but not excessively so; at most, she had broken into a light sweat.

Following this, Zhao Feiyue said as much to Xu Wuyou and the others, then chased after the last of the three muscular triplets. In the blink of an eye, she had vanished, leaving them no opportunity to voice their opinions.

Xia Zhi hunched over, coughing for a full minute before he finally caught his breath. He looked up at the two arresting officers and suddenly broke into a grin.

"After all, I am capable of progress. While this tactic may seem like a catch-all, its actual effects are entirely predictable. Anyone can spout official platitudes; even the players can anticipate what we are going to say," Ping Xiangtong said, gently setting down her teacup.

Just then, her shoulder was gripped firmly and turned. Wen Ruoliu looked at her sternly, his knuckles whitening, and said, word by word, "No." Although he was unfamiliar with many things, he understood from the system that this was an extremely dangerous undertaking.

As time passed, she grew old. One night, she was surrounded by young thieves who took everything she had, including her life.

It is truly a case of "the more you dread something, the more likely it is to happen." The more one wishes to avoid people, the more inevitably they will cross paths with them.

A man like the Crown Prince, with his hot-blooded nature that flares up from time to time—that is what a real man should be.

Even in the heat of a desperate fight, he would always manage to throw in a comment or two that could make his opponents die of anger.

Han Chen did not answer immediately. He moved his hands slowly in front of him, and under his control, the ribbons of black flame began to retract. After a few minutes, the black fire that had been clinging to his body vanished back into him, and by then, his wounds had completely healed.

At that moment, a guard rushed in, so hurried that he stumbled into the room, rudely interrupting Cysides's torture session.

Han Chen smiled awkwardly, then suddenly put on a wicked face and said, "Since I'm already a villain, I might as well be a villain to the end!" He puckered his lips and leaned toward Mei Yingying's face.

It was in that moment that he realized he might have been wrong from the very beginning. She was proud; she would rather die with a smile than abandon her pride to compromise.

"Abbot, you have finally arrived!" Nangong Yu appeared, his face twisted in a look of utter exasperation.

The current situation was dire: the defending Romans numbered no more than three hundred, while the barbarians were in the thousands. They roared as they charged, the ice beneath them trembling. Of course, no one cared that cracks were already forming in the ice under their feet.

"I am an elder of the Twilight Moon Temple. You may address me as Elder Mu," the old man said, stepping into the hall. He used withered fingers to pull back his hood, revealing a face etched with age.

Before this, she had been nursing a bellyful of fire, and she had finally found a target to vent her long-standing grievances upon.

Ye Chen watched the furious Xiang Kang with a hint of amusement. He found it hard to understand; he was the one who should have been angry, so what was Xiang Kang so worked up about?

As the Crown Prince, he would inherit the throne. Under the heavens, who held more power than he? The woman he loved had loved him in return, but she was already gone.

Now, seeing the Tian Du Knights boasting that the Light Sect was the greatest sect in the Western Continent, claiming they existed solely to eliminate evil and promote good, he could not help but feel a surge of anger. Yet, for all their grandiloquence, the people of the Light Sect said things that were impossible to refute.

Daoist Qingxuan glared at Shen Feng and the others behind him, including Lu Qingyu, and let out a roar, his palms thrusting forward to unleash two fire dragons.

After speaking, he bowed to the white-haired elder and turned to leave the room. Once outside, he followed the path he had taken to enter, slowly making his way back down.

The higher-tier ones cost a hundred spirit stones, but they are much better. They provide you with a 'carefully' selected candidate, and those chosen this way are usually people of status who pose no danger.

Everyone else could not help but ache with sorrow, yet Bai Xue, after a brief moment of adjustment, became strong instead. A long-lost smile even appeared on her face, but to the eyes of those watching, it looked so desolate, so helpless.

The great battle continued. Ji Yucheng hid in the corner of a wall, straining his eyes and spiritual sense to their limits, yet he remained unable to catch even a glimpse of the duel between the two.

Seeing that she had stopped struggling, a flicker of doubt crossed Baili Cangming's eyes. However, the fire of lust consuming him completely overwhelmed his reason.

Zhao Qian blushed, shouting angrily, "I will not allow you to insult me! You have taken every advantage of me, yet you still mock me."

Zhang Mao was no stranger to Zhang Ji. To be precise, he had associated with Zhang Ji's father, Zhang Luan, and because Zhu Youtang treated the Empress's family so well, Zhang Mao also held the Zhang family in high regard.

Shu Zhitao watched him spit blood with every word, and suddenly, she felt as if she were the one bleeding, a dull discomfort rising in her chest.

But Lin Xia's hand slowly loosened—and Shu Zhitao's eyes widened inch by inch as she retreated, filled with both hurt and disbelief.

Then, seeing Jiang Churan staring at him, Ye Cheng immediately relayed the contents of the phone call to her.

Each of these vases carried the history and glory of the family. Usually, even within the family, few people ever mentioned their existence.

Colleagues who had spent years together were at odds with one another; how could they possibly look favorably upon a new doctor?

The primary reason Marquis Zheng had delayed taking action against the Guo family was his concern for General Guo, who stood behind them.

The Qing'an Kingdom was like a lion awakening on the Central Plains; a single roar could shake vast stretches of land. The imperial palace was solemn and majestic, every brick and tile crafted with exquisite care.

Yet in this era, it was a matter of supreme importance. Whether a plague was more lethal than a large-scale war was hard to say.