Volume 1, Chapter 43: Does Xiuer Want to Marry or Not

"Xiuer, what are you doing? Are you out of your mind? Hurry up and bring over the washed vegetables."

Liu Jincui, busy and drenched in sweat, cast a reproachful look at her daughter, who was standing there absent-mindedly as if in a daze.

"Ah, right away, right away..."

Xu Xiuer snapped back to reality like waking from a dream and hurriedly brought the washed vegetables over.

"Hey, these aren't even washed clean, there's still mud on them! What's wrong with you today, child? You can't even handle a small task like this? If you keep making such a fool of yourself, pack up and get back home."

Glancing at the vegetables, Liu Jincui instantly grew angry and shot Xu Xiuer a fierce glare.

"I, I'll go wash them again."

Xu Xiuer hastily took the vegetables back to wash them.

At this moment, Liu Jincui finally...

"Report the progress of various tasks; even if it's boring, you still have to listen to them finish, otherwise how can we map out the next schedule? Time is money," Qin Lang replied to her once more.

Ever since Lin Yuanyuan stepped out of the car, he had sensed with sharp alertness that a pair of eyes from inside that vehicle was locked onto him the entire time.

Half a quarter of an hour later, several individuals holding emerald-green jade bottles and sandalwood boxes in their hands walked toward their respective teams.

Listening to the voice ringing in his mind, Chen Qing's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Had he... just like that, become someone else's servant?

Chenxi stared blankly at Xu Zheng's smiling face. For some reason, a slight sting arose in her nose. Unexpectedly, she did not refuse, gently touched Xu Zheng's cheek, and then lowered her legs to lie down.

Hu Qi's capable right-hand man, the mysterious chief disciple of the Heavenly Cang Elder, was none other than Xu Zheng's father-in-law, Zhen Xue's father, Zhen Hongfei.

The gap between him and Wu Chongtian could hardly be considered small. Although both were at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, there were still distinctions even within the same realm.

A heavy slap struck the man's face fiercely, producing a crisp sound. The man's body drifted like a withered leaf, spinning a few times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.

A thunderous sound echoed through the entire airspace above the Dragon family estate, prompting clan members to walk out one after another to see what was happening.

"Don't speak with such absolute certainty. Let him finish what he has to say first." Master Famining halted his speech, cast a meaningful glance at Li Xiaoyao, and signaled that the rest was up to him.

At the bow of the warship was the enormous sculpture of a dragon head, exuding an overwhelmingly arrogant and domineering aura.

Because it involved profound secrets, the case file Cui Ning obtained was written very vaguely, but based on chronological calculation, the incident should have occurred shortly before Liu Jingchen and Shao Ran's marriage, roughly six or seven years ago. What could two imperial physicians possibly do? Nothing more than administer poisons or the like.

"Your Majesty, we can only rely on ourselves now." The National Teacher's voice sounded somewhat parched, and his tone was exceptionally heavy.

Lian Xin'er pressed both hands against the black pillar of light and gently squeezed. The pillar emitted an energy akin to demonic Qi. As Lian Xin'er exerted strength bit by bit, gathering spiritual energy in her hands, the first black pillar of light let out a crisp snap with a "bang" and shattered a moment later.

Cui Ning searched the entire residence without finding anything unusual. Could it be in the courtyard next door?

Because everyone had heard of the cruelty of the Emperor of Song, showing no mercy even to surrendering soldiers, once fear reached its absolute limit, what remained was the courage to face death unflinchingly.

What Ling Meng needed right now was merely an opportunity to draw more of Lianhua's attention away, allowing her—the underestimated one—to orchestrate a turnaround. However, the conditions for this opportunity to manifest were also quite harsh.

The final lingering rays of the setting sun fell into the room. Qin Mengdie opened her eyes to find herself snuggled in Feng Yunye's embrace, and she reached out to gently touch his eyebrows.

After a series of tickles from Ye Yu, Li Dayin's complexion turned green. Because the knife wound on his chest rendered him completely immobile, he could only endure Ye Yu's wanton teasing helplessly.

Xu Fo led everyone toward Yu Hongxian's residence in Ershen. Naturally, it was a polite and courteous visit to pay respects at the mountain gates.

Following another expansion, the Changding Army's troop strength reached a massive twenty thousand. The most elite Abyss Guard numbered fifteen thousand, while the Scorpion-Tailed Winged Tiger aerial cavalry had increased to thirty-five hundred.

However, regardless of how the battle progressed, as long as a single brother supported Chu He, Chu He would never cripple his own Golden Bell Shield technique to switch to cultivating the Sunflower Manual, nor would he abandon this fight.

With that, Suma instinctively glanced toward the location of the Twelve Blood Fangs, a trace of flash-fire hatred in her eyes. If Lin Wei were not present here, Suma would have longed to tear this monster apart alive.

"Damn it! Why are there still so many Tier 2 players in the Imperial City?" Seeing the tens of thousands of ranged players suddenly appearing, Youlong Ruhai could not help but reveal a look of astonishment.

However, the subsequent path grew increasingly difficult for Lin Fan to clear. In the rooms further ahead, the numbers, levels, and combat prowess of these skeleton knights and skeleton warriors were continuously rising and growing stronger.

"Good!" Lin Fan could not help but nod. Although five-star quests carried extreme difficulty, the rewards were substantial as well. Moreover, he hadn't suffered much loss; he could only attribute it to the inability to appraise that insect-egg-like object, which could still be appraised half a month later.

Keeping these tanks stored indefinitely in his spatial storage was not a solution; the priority was to bring them back to Earth first.

Furthermore, in most cases, yellow hues can be superimposed over red or brownish-red tones. Particularly on the outer rinds of jadeite boulders, one can sequentially observe color transitions from the inner flesh to yellow and red fogs, reflecting the weathering history of the rough jadeite.

Herick drew in a slight breath of cold air. The healing of the wound made him feel an itchy sensation at the trauma site, which caused him some discomfort.

"Fine then, I'll ask that manager Nangong about it when the time comes," Yi Fan agreed quite casually.

However, Tang Shao did not even give her time to bid farewell to them, merely tossing out a hasty instruction: "You all go back first. If the opportunity arises, I will come to Jinling City and Qingliang Mountain in person to offer my thanks!" With that, he pulled Fang Ye along and left.

The Xiongnu invasion of the borders was evidently influenced by the Heavenly Curtain; having learned of their own destiny, the panic-stricken Xiongnu were forced to launch an offensive in an attempt to carve out more paths of survival for themselves.

Yi Fan instructed Chen Rui not to bother calling him for dinner and to wait until he came out on his own. He then handed his phone over to Zou Wan for safekeeping, locked himself inside his room, and began to center his mind and calm his spirit.

Braised beef was what her mother had mentioned, so the wedding style she liked best must surely have been what her mother had talked about as well.

On the bare chest of the dark-skinned man, the wound pierced by the sword beam writhed for a moment. Right before his eyes, granulation tissue grew, and the external injury healed completely within just seven or eight breaths.

Just as he had stated moments before, he respected the wishes of Mother Zhou and Zhou Caiyun. Of course, if Zhou Caiyun was dissatisfied with him, he would make some efforts until Zhou Caiyun found someone to her liking.

If Tang Shao were a disciple of a sect, he would receive the highest treatment reserved for attendants; if he were a disciple of an aristocratic family, his warm reception would be reduced to eight parts out of ten; and if he were a merchant family scion, it would drop to merely five parts.

Once today's farce finally came to an end, he would need to have a proper chat with Diana and Zatanna regarding his new discovery.

Mid-air, she already felt a sweetness rise in her throat, and she hurriedly clamped her mouth shut, desperately forcing that mouthful of rebellious blood back down.