"I detest it when people threaten me. I can let you rephrase your words!"
Li Bing's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of light, and Wang Miao re-entered his sight. Hearing Wu Zixin's crying outside, he patted his chest and assured Director Wang that he would be responsible for this matter to the end and would catch the culprit.
For several days after returning, Shen Zhixing ignored Xiao Yibin, so when Shen Zhixing called, Xiao Yibin immediately appeared before her.
"After thousands of years of effort by our Sacred Academy, we have finally condensed the flesh and blood of the First Generation here. However, due to the loss of the remains, this has always been our regret. Now is the time to reunite the remains and flesh and blood." Jie Yan said, as Luo Tian placed the First Generation's remains into the suspended coffin.
Stubbornly believing that Kong Yanxi must have a brother, Lin Beibei tried every means to verify this fact.
Conversely, if their attacks were to miraculously land on Luo Tian, they would be almost incapable of breaching his defenses.
Everyone originally wanted to see who was crying, thinking there might be a good show, but as soon as they saw it was Yang Jing, they dispersed.
Idengal was momentarily unable to react. The darkness blinded her, causing her to lose reason and composure.
"To pledge oneself in marriage" sounded like a losing deal. Ji Fulie showed a look of confusion on her face.
"No matter who it is, capture and kill him first for disrupting our battle," Finnick said, shaking the long sword in his hand.
"If His Majesty repays her thirty million taels, this princess can release her." He spoke lightly, along with the contract were the crimes of the Dongchang Marquisate throughout the years, among which countless souls had died at the hands of that Grand Princess.
As for that Prime Minister's mansion, there was no one there who treated her well anyway. The original body's mother was already dead, and her father didn't love her, so she decided not to go back.
"I'll go take a look." Wang Shiqing dropped her needlework and hurried to the chicken coop with Hao Ran.
"Still feeling unwell?" Feng Xie, dressed in a red eunuch robe, gently stroked her chest, pulling the uncomfortable A'mo into his arms.
Chen Xuan's home was naturally unsuitable, lacking a place for alchemy. He directly set up the Shennong Cauldron at Zhang Qidong's Jishitang.
The bustling shops and restaurants on both sides were adorned with a few festive lanterns or red sashes. As she watched, she lowered her head, unable to suppress the surging complexity in her heart.
As soon as Qin Che entered the room, he saw Shen Bingrao sitting there drinking tea, ignoring him. His gaze was fixed on the sachet placed on the table, not blinking.
His tone was extremely sarcastic. What he didn't want was now married off to a fool for consolation, wasn't it?
"Young Master, wouldn't we be safer this way? Why are you frowning?" Qing Feng asked with some confusion.
Qingyangzi suddenly took out a somewhat tattered fishing net and threw it high into the sky. The net slowly enlarged in the air until it disappeared. After the net completely vanished, Tian Yue suddenly felt that the space around him had become very difficult to move in, as if moving in water.
Their mother and son loved the huadiao flavor the most. The fragrance of the huadiao wine had completely infused every shrimp. The shrimp roe, tails, and even shells carried the aroma of aged wine, making one want to roll up their sleeves upon smelling it. The most wonderful part was that after eating, their hands would remain fragrant and the taste would linger.
The children were playing happily when Old Mrs. Fang somehow appeared in the yard, intending to take the snacks from the table. Several sharp-eyed children loudly stopped her and reported her.