The two finished speaking simultaneously, then fell silent for a moment, exchanging a look that conveyed the same message.
Lu Yongguo quietly got out of bed, tiptoeing as if afraid to wake his family. To his surprise, when he entered the main hall, the entire family was already waiting there.
At this point, Xie Xiaojuan was about to be abandoned, and it was more important to seize the present.
He executed a set of footwork, taking three consecutive steps. With the first step, his aura more than doubled. With the second, his face turned red, veins bulging. With the third, he became a bloodied mess, countless blood vessels rupturing in that instant.
"But their actions were a bit excessive," Cheng Nuo muttered, refreshing his homepage and resting his chin on his palm.
Anyone who saw him would be astonished. He was the hope of the Luo family in Qingzhou for this generation, Luo Jinghong, who possessed the talent of walking.
It was unclear which nerve Yun Zhizhi's words had struck, but the portly middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table began to clap enthusiastically.
Yet, the moment Yang Hongxia arrived, bringing her home and giving her cake, he became this flustered when she was unhappy.
But now, Zhao Zewai was lost in his own emotions, unable to extricate himself. He saw himself as a pure warrior fighting for love, completely oblivious to his mother's signals.
"Since the general wishes to occupy Dai Commandery, why not march from Zhongshan State? Instead, by dispatching troops from Yanmen, Shangdang, and Zhongshan, the Xiongnu and Xianbei in Dai Commandery will be stretched thin and unable to cope," Xun Yu said with a smile.
There were few capable individuals in the court. Shen Junhan could not possibly be unaware of such a significant movement. However, there was no time for him to ponder. Nangong Yue immediately dispatched troops to support the northern and southern cities.
In the main hall, everyone thought they were hallucinating. These were all high-ranking officials of the court, especially this old man, a first-rank official.
"What kind of monster are you? You look no older than fifteen, how can anyone have a thousand-year first spirit ring! And you have a spirit ring close to a hundred thousand years on you!" the sword user involuntarily took a few steps back, finding it hard to believe what he was seeing.
Shen Junhan shook his head and then asked the kitchen to prepare some food. Seeing Su Jingwen's solemn expression, he looked a bit puzzled.
Upon hearing Chen Yan's words, Zhao Ying hesitated for a moment before slowly pacing back to the bedside.
The dejected Yuan Anping suddenly looked up, gazing at the old man with a determined light in his eyes.
Yuan Anping and Hei Mao walked side by side, with the spider-silk cocoon worn by the former on the inside. He couldn't help but ask.
Gu Xinian narrowed his eyes, his hand reaching under the pillow, grasping the hilt of the short sword, feeling a little more at ease.
A golden body, clearly visible scales, and a lifelike dragon head. Anyone seeing this golden dragon for the first time would surely believe it to be a living creature.
Seeing his two junior disciples beaten like this by Tang Chen, Li Xueting's gaze towards him immediately changed.
Nian Yu nodded repeatedly, "Exactly! That day in the garden, you weren't the only one who didn't want concubines, I even lied!" After saying that, she stuck out her tongue.
Despite this, as time passed, I became increasingly anxious. Where did he go? Was he in danger?
When Ren Qiancang got off me, my lips must have been swollen from his kisses. My clothes and hair were covered in grass debris, and Ren Qiancang's displeased expression indicated his discomfort at being interrupted.
Mr. Ye did not want Tang Bai to endanger the entire Triad organization by protecting his entire family.
"No wonder Xu Jian wasn't concerned at all when I proposed sending people to take over Qingzhou!" Cao Cao seemed to realize something.
The sword patterns emitted a strong red light, illuminating the entire sky with a crimson hue. Then, everyone saw the flame dragon on the Nine Heavens Dragon Flame Sword stir. Its massive body left the sword and with a roar, it charged towards the Blue Moon.
For a moment, my face flushed. I bit my lip, but still crouched down and unfastened the belt of Ren Qiancang's trousers.
He knew that Wen Ruchu wanted to break free from her past and survive on her own efforts. He supported her, so he didn't force her to accept Luo Heng's help at that time. He could understand her refusal of his help because, in Wen Ruchu's eyes, he and Luo Heng were essentially the same.
The general, upon hearing this, wanted to say something more, but seeing his most respected master, he restrained his impulse.
Pretending ignorance to the intelligent and showing off skills to the foolish was a trick Ruan Meng consistently enjoyed using.
Jiang Xiyue cried even harder, her eyes red like a rabbit's. She glared fiercely at him, then bit his lip hard.
This interrogation method was something she had undergone similar training for before, quickly breaking through the psychological defenses of the interrogated.
"Right, I still don't know what your name is," Ji Anqi asked.
The sunlight on the roof was just right, golden rays spilling into the room, casting a faint halo on the edges of both their dark hair.
Thinking of this, Ban Ruo quietly slipped out of her room, intending to search in the less-frequented areas of the underworld.
After listening to Ming Si's words, I felt a surge of heat about to erupt from the crown of my head.
What does a person with a mental breakdown look like... Ruan Ziye remembered her always speaking various languages from different places, sometimes like an ancient person, sometimes like an alien, sometimes delicate, sometimes strong.