Volume 1, Chapter 41: Han Sui Rebellious and Zhao Yun Requests an Audience

"That won't do. We were having a perfectly normal conversation, and it's one thing for you to eavesdrop, but why were you laughing? You must explain what you were laughing at before you can leave!" Annoyed by this, one of them insisted that the effeminate man state the reason for his laughter.

Dachhu prepared some wine and dishes so we could eat, chat, and keep watch together. Just in case, Wangcai also brought his peach wood sword, along with a good number of other warding-off paraphernalia.

Even so, weaving through the fangs and giant claws as if strolling through an empty realm, without even the hem of a garment being grazed—such a vast disparity in strength meant that before absolute power, everything else was merely a paper tiger.

Everyone looked out over the wilderness, sighing, completely at a loss as to where to go. The wilderness was an ocean of green, with various birds frequently taking flight and letting out bizarre, shrill cries. It was an overcast day, everything shrouded in a grayish hue, pressing down with a suffocation that made it hard to breathe.

Stepping out of the hospital room, the lights of the operating room were still illuminated. Could it be that Hao Meng's ruptured kidneys just moments ago were merely a dream?

Looking at the tragic scene all around, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh. From initially breaking out of prison to later helping seal the gates of purgatory, I had played the role of the victim, the manual laborer bearing all the hardships and doing all the work, only to end up with absolutely nothing in return. What kind of setting is this anyway?

He had made quite a bit of money in Shengtian and indeed had a stronghold in Majiazhuang. He had planned to disguise himself there before making his escape, but now he chose to put his faith in Zhao Xiaochen.

Leaving aside Murong Chen's expedition to visit the Divine Mountain for the moment, let us return to the mainland and focus on the Central Province team.

Sand and stones flew wildly through the air all around, trees were instantly shredded to pieces, and even giant boulders could not escape the fate of being pulverized.

Naturally, the high price of potions was related to the items sold in stores. At present, the potion with the highest health recovery restored 5,000 HP per use, which was sheer agony for players with over ten thousand health points. Having to drink three or more bottles just to top up their health bar was a torment that ordinary people could hardly comprehend.

Wang Qian nodded, signaling them to be quiet, while the people from Yanjing Interactive all wore expressions of excitement on their faces.

Although White Sparrow was not Bai Wei's biological elder sister, to be able to go this far—willing to let her own brother-in-law misunderstand her just so she could wholeheartedly look out for her younger sister—such a sister was surely no less devoted than a biological one.

Having practiced martial arts and traveled widely for many years, the Grand Preceptor recognized that something was amiss the moment the scent in the room entered her nostrils. She immediately held her breath, fixed her gaze on Xu Zheng, and offered a cold, sharp smile.

The Fang family remained an unfamiliar term to him. He did not understand why his mother had left the Fang family, but he knew that barring some catastrophic event, no one would willingly sever ties with their own flesh and blood and refuse all contact for over a decade.

It was precisely based on this judgment that she marched forward today without hesitation, engaging in such an absurd endeavor with Li Xiaoyao.

This was the lawyer's first time encountering a client like Li Xiaoyao, and somewhat surprised by his composure, he nodded and departed.

"Master, how could there be children in such a desolate wilderness? This is definitely a demon!" Sun Xingzhe hurriedly warned. Shen Long thought to himself: More than just a demon, it's actually your own nephew.

Before leaving, a few soldiers very cleverly presented a jar of celestial wine, explaining that it had been hoarded by the Scarlet Flame Sacred Birds and tasted exceptionally good.

The three floral manifestations formed spontaneously, hovering above his head. The white electrical arcs crackling across them seemed somewhat denser than before, carrying an even deadlier menace.

A trace of excitement was clearly visible in Rosa's eyes, but it vanished in a flash, instantly replaced by her customary aloofness.

Today was truly not a favorable day. When Zhuo Xiong crawled out of his tent, he discovered that snow was already drifting down outside. The campfire from the previous night had dwindled to mere wisps of pale smoke, and the snowflakes blurred his vision like irritating flies, shrouding the distant peaks in a hazy mist.

The head of the Liu family opened the courtyard gates and looked with great displeasure at his son standing outside, holding a wailing infant in his arms.

This count's manor could not compare to the grand ducal estates of Qin Qiong or Cheng Yaojin, and fell short even of the manors belonging to various other counts in the Great Tang, seeing as it was built strictly according to the specifications of a viscount.

In truth, given Zuo Shu's strength, he had detected them long ago, but he had no intention of paying them any heed. He simply had not expected that they would actually dare to draw close.

He Qingchuan had arrived in a hurry, his attention entirely focused on his disciples, and coupled with Li Yang's concealment of his cultivation aura, though he sensed someone nearby, he had paid it no mind.

Seeing that several of his key ministers were about to speak and inquire, Li Er waved his hand to stop them. He first recounted the story of Wang Xingxing presenting the explosive gunpowder weapon and the techniques for strengthening the army's physique, and then led several of them to the garden to inspect the rockery that had been blown to rubble.

He watched silently as his father toiled laboriously at work and his mother tended to the household chores alongside his younger sister. Having been reborn and sent back to the past, he found himself utterly powerless to alter his own fate—a guilt that no one else could ever truly comprehend.

In the end, apart from Ling Xuan and six others, truly no one else ascended. Ling Xuan thought to himself, feeling rather speechless and helpless.

Liu Sanqian took a deep breath, suppressing the sour lump in her throat. She walked over to the bed and slumped her entire body onto it. Indeed, it was even softer than she had imagined; her whole body seemed to keep sinking down without finding a solid base.