Volume 1, Chapter 43: The Zhao Siblings and the Return of the Victorious Army

Youzhou, Jicheng.

Holding the imperial edict in his hand, Gongsun Zan stood atop the city gate tower, looking out at the sprawling encampments of the White Horse Followers outside the city while a cold sneer curved his lips.

"That little brat Liu Xie is quite prompt." He tapped his fingers against the edict. "Governor of Jizhou... Heh, Yuan Benchu is probably going to fly into a rage."

And this young master, why is his mouth as loose as Paimon's? It's only been a day, and he's already leaked his own identity. If this were a trap set by the Qixing, wouldn't he just be bringing trouble upon himself?

Watching him enter the kitchen, Madam Wang finally closed the door and cast a wary glance at Si Nannan. The cold, stern look completely replaced her previous hypocrisy and fawning; she couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore.

Within such a dreamscape, humans are able to retain a shred of lucid consciousness, piercing through the fog like a light breaking out of chaos.

Several shuriken flew out from his hands in a flurry, tracing an elegant arc through the air before embedding themselves deeply into the hands of the crossbow-wielding Hilichurl.

Sean knew that what he needed to do was not to alleviate the burden of this knowledge filling his soul, but to completely absorb the torrential flood of knowledge rushing into it.

As someone who had survived through a turbulent era, what kind of trials had he not experienced? What kind of hardship had he not endured?

Upon grasping Jia She's intention, Su Lian broke out in a cold sweat, her mind filled with panic over how disappointed Yongzheng, Zhen嬛, and Hongli would be if Jia She committed a mistake on the very second day after marrying into the family. The grievance in her heart faded, replaced instantly by lingering fear and remorse.

On the other side, Adult Sasuke used the Heavenly Hand Power again with Boruto to distance themselves further from the current Uchiha Sasuke.

Had it not been for the fact that the outside world found it extremely difficult to locate the paths leading to the Three-No-Man's Land, and that this place was heavily populated by formidable greater demons and malicious ghosts, this region would surely have suffered a catastrophic disaster.

The antique and pawn industries are classic examples of "opening once in three years, eating off a single opening for three years," which is why there were not many people on this street.

Having said that, Chizao also felt her tone had been a bit too harsh. She didn't mean she wanted a divorce; she just didn't want to deal with Wei Xiao tonight—truly, she didn't want to speak to him at all.

However, after waiting for a long time, Ji Yuanhua and Suya still failed to appear. Just as the others were starting to harbor hidden grievances, the program dropped a massive bombshell on them.

The Fourteenth refused, so the Fifteenth dragged her along, neither of them having understood anything they were meant to do. There were always terrible households of masters who would either beat or scold them.

By that time she had already fallen fast asleep, so Han Yu did not immediately get into bed. Instead, he grabbed his phone, left the door ajar without closing it tightly, and walked over to the living room.

Raphael's eyes flashed, his throat moving as if to speak, but he was too late to utter a sound. His teammate nearby was usually quite talkative, but his reaction was half a beat too slow today.

Therefore, things like the RLV had basically been accepted by people as a kind of faith—a faith in scientific research, and a faith in Dr. Ye.

Terrifying zombies burst forth roaring from the massive piles of ruins, sending countless chunks of walls and shattered stones flying in all directions.

Chonghua Fang was close by. Riding a horse, the food would be delivered in no time at all. After eating the stuffed buns, followed by a pot of tea and a plate of pastries, autumn was truly wonderful.

"I won! I won! The child is mine, it's mine..." Liu Linshi cried as she spun in circles with the wailing baby in her arms, while Niu Li-shi could only squat on the ground, weeping bitterly as she watched her lost child, her eyes devoid of any light.

Listening to Song Yang's scolding, Yi Jingzhi felt a tightness in her chest. Like a child who had done something wrong, she followed Song Yang back home.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Qin Feng and his companions surged out from their hiding spot, pouncing like fierce tigers descending from the mountain upon the panic-stricken members of the Night Owl organization.

Without synthesized Rubik's Cubes, it was not easy for other wizard apprentices to gather the materials needed for potion-making.

Consequently, Emperor Liang commanded Shen Ye, the Commander-in-Chief of the Jing'an Bureau, to personally investigate the matter, only for him to return with the report that no such person existed.

"Perhaps it's because Shao He is also a psychic-type esper? Don't esper powers of the same type have a mutual resonance?" Ruan Jiaojiao pondered aloud.