Chapter 47

After all, as the heir to the Marquis of Huaiyang's estate, his father wielded far more power and influence than she did.

Beitang Xian thought it was the antidote and swallowed it eagerly, but the moment Su Muyao finished speaking, she began frantically clawing at her throat, desperately trying to cough it back up.

Yet among all these blossoms, only the peony remained proud, refusing to bow its head. Defying the imperial decree, it stubbornly refused to bloom, failing to open even a single leaf.

"A greasy middle-aged uncle," Qi Mochen muttered, then glanced down at his own stomach, deciding that even if he gained another five pounds, he would still possess a standard, devilishly attractive figure.

Compared to the vast expanse of the entire Demon Garden, the material collection area located within the experimental zone was not particularly large, yet the number of NPCs stationed there was by no means small.

Near the inner entrance of the Demon Garden, a man dressed in a work uniform, devoid of any potion badge on his chest, quietly set aside the cleaning work he had been holding.

Zhou Qingyang emitted a bitter laugh. He was destined to die; how could Emperor Wu, a man who cared so immensely about his reputation, ever let him off so easily?

"Given Yaoyao's strength, wouldn't it be a terrible waste for her to merely be a attendant?" Baili Yanmo flashed a dark glint in his eyes, feigning ignorance as he replied with his customary wicked allure.

Everyone burst into uncontrollable laughter. When they teased him about gaining weight, he didn't get angry at all, often bringing up his own weight gain as a joke.

Jiang Yu untied us from the pillars, and immediately afterward, the pirates he had knocked unconscious were bound to them instead.

"Ru'an sister, I'm sorry. I truly didn't know you were genuinely sick, nor did you know you were hospitalized... Won't you please forgive me?" Qiao Ruzhu held out the flowers in her hands, having already brewed the emotions needed to shed tears.

It was rumored that since ancient times, there had been only one Astral-tier Soul Master in the entire world, and the number of Void-Sun-tier Soul Masters definitely did not exceed ten.

The Uriankhai people of the past had not only ventured deep into the frigid northern lands, but had also launched western campaigns against Eastern Chagatai, and had likewise traveled to the Kazakh Khanate and the Bukharan Khanate to stir up trouble.

On the pirate ship, regardless of how expensive the cargo was, whether it was porcelain worth tens of thousands of gold or tea leaves that could be exchanged for their weight in gold, the pirates showed absolute ruthlessness, immediately beginning to hurl everything into the ocean.

She had been captured and tortured by the laboratory for two years, and upon escaping, the first person she contacted was Roman. Yet according to Roman's colleagues, two days after she went missing, he too had vanished without a trace, without a word.

This was naturally a wonderful development, demonstrating that the Great Zhou enjoyed the support of the people. Wu Zhi's ascension to the imperial throne was entirely justified and possessed a profound sense of legitimacy.

She only loved following celebrities and cared nothing at all for playing chess. When Luo Hongchen forced her to play, not only did she refuse to learn, but she even took one of his prized, carefully collected chess sets and flushed it down the toilet.

After all, the locust plague was a matter of paramount importance concerning the people's livelihood. Since it was already summer, failing to seize the moment would mean it was entirely too late once the locusts swarmed everywhere in autumn.

She had merely mentioned in passing on WeChat that she had a good friend who wanted to see a concert, and the other person immediately understood her intent, generously mailing her two tickets.

While studying puppetry in the ancient three-colored stone house, he would also browse Divine Machine and check the encyclopedia during his breaks, finding a few records of Ji Huashan, though not many.

Four beauties on par with Daji herself, and it was even rumored that one was a princess of the heavenly court while another was an otherworldly immortal.

"Then can you promise me that if you hug the blue fatty to sleep, you will hug me to sleep the next day? I also want you to cook for me every day, and let me come to your house for breakfast every morning, okay? When you are free on weekends, can you take me with you the whole day?"

The golden blade radiance and the ghostly projections of nine long swords intertwined, soaring into the sky as turbulent true essence caused the air to vibrate. Circles of powerful shockwaves rippled outward, forcing many of the top geniuses beneath the martial stage to employ their respective cultivation arts just to fend off the piercing sword Qi flashing by.

"Speak properly, or the deal is off." Hearing that tone, Li Wei felt his hair stand up by reflex, startled like a bird at the mere sound of a bowstring.

The items bestowed by the system could appear at any moment; Ye Hao merely needed to focus his spiritual intent and select the corresponding item.

Through his divine sense, he observed the soldiers and the city lord. The city lord had two soldiers dragged over from the side; their faces were utterly terrified, their hands trembling slightly as they reluctantly pinned Ye Pester's hands.

Upon hearing that the carding machine had been successfully invented, the happiest people of all were the owners of the spinning mills, as they could finally allow the semi-metallic Zhu-style spinning machines to operate at full capacity.

Daji could not understand it; she resented her own incompetence, resented her own beauty, and resented the unfairness of the heavens.

"That's right!" Jiang Changqing raised his chin proudly, which also prevented Jiang Changqing from noticing the guilty flicker in Jiang Changqing's eyes.

The snow covered eight hundred years of the Great Qin's humiliation and the footprints of various villains. When spring came and melted the water, washing away everything to welcome the warm spring blossoms, how could one not love it?

No wonder Xu Fan had previously said he wanted to give her a surprise; so this was the so-called surprise, and it truly gave her both a start and boundless joy.

It completely caught Jess off guard. Before he could even begin to mention the benefits, Xu Fan flatly refused, denying him even the opportunity.

Seeing her younger sister with a child stirred deep sorrow in Miao Yushan's heart, bringing her to tears on the spot. She secretly swore in her heart that she must ensure her sister lived a good life.

"I am not sent by anyone, nor am I an assassin. I have come here specifically to see Mr. Qin..." Hesitating for a moment, Bai Jie still addressed the middle-aged man this way.

Though her body was injured, just as Vice Dean Lu Chen had said, those stimuli were not injuries to the physique but rather nourishing elixirs. With every tempering she underwent, she felt her skin and flesh growing increasingly resilient.

As for his second older brother, he had been completely safe and sound lately, having not encountered a single assassin. Evidently, the battle at Dragon Gate Bridge had caused those people from the "Nine Prisons" to retreat in the face of difficulties.

Silently donning her outer robe and getting out of bed, Su Caiyin walked out into the courtyard and held up the object she was carrying.

Trapped in the cave without a glimpse of daylight or any light source, and with no way to gauge the passage of time, she could only rely entirely on her senses, yet she never expected it had been as long as three days.

The class monitor was a thirty-five-year-old official at the Section Chief level named Deng Jingwei, who served as the head of the Comprehensive Reform Planning Section of the Suijiang Municipal Development and Reform Commission, radiating absolute confidence in his every gesture.

Pain—bone-piercing pain—coursed through her body, accompanied by a burst of unbridled laughter ringing in her ears. Xuan Lishuang snapped her eyes open, utterly unable to believe what she was seeing.

Yet what was the Flower of the Great Dao? Even if it were merely the weakest embryonic form, its speed was not something Feng Xiu could possibly dodge.

She either had to agree to help or turn around and leave. What was the point of all this hesitation? Xiangxiu had an impatient nature and was so frustrated she was ready to stomp her feet.