Chapter 44: Destroy This Kid

At this moment, an old man with a beard and hair as white as snow hurried over, pulled Di Junjie back, and lowered his voice to say:
"Young Master, with such young and beautiful women in your own estate, why must you compete with Lord Qin for this one? Hurry back to the estate with your old servant!"
"Let go! Get out of here! Is there any place for a steward like you to speak here?"
Di Junjie fiercely shoved the old steward...

Wu Qian brought Yang Fan into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe, inside which were several miniature figures of Yang Fan that she had sculpted herself.

The Rogue Cultivator Alliance has secret alliances with the three tribes of demons, buddhas, and monsters, so they would not reject him. However, Li Shiyi's previous incarnation was a mainstream orthodox cultivator, and there is a ninety-nine percent chance he would never surrender to the Rogue Cultivator Alliance.

On several occasions, when he was lost in passion, the name he cried out was not her own, but that of this mortal enemy.

"May I ask your esteemed name and title? And what brings you to my City Lord's Mansion?" asked the man who was clearly the steward mentioned by the soldier.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of cracking bones was a gust of invisible wind. One could clearly see the smoke inside the room being driven away from around Mingxin's body—this was stirred up by the surging aura wave generated as Mingxin broke through his cultivation realm.

Although equipped with an adult's intellect, this body after all belongs to a seven-year-old child. His mind would inevitably be influenced to some extent, and his self-control would undoubtedly be weakened, but he must pay closer attention in the future and actively train his self-control.

Without needing to ask, He Shibai knew that Zhou Meixue was referring to those lawyers from Dong Rui's legal department.

These objects all looked utterly ordinary. With Lin Qing's vision and experience, he was completely unable to discern their purposes, and could only furrow his brows while trying his best to categorize them.

Chishu Tong looked at his left hand. This white bone staff was already cracked right down the middle, showing a distinct fracture. Had he not let go in time, this white bone staff would have been completely ruined.

In broad daylight like this, no matter how high her abilities were, she had no intention of taking risks during the day. If she wanted to bring misfortune upon this family, coming when it was pitch dark was the safest option.

Ye Lanchen gazed at her, his eyebrows arching slightly. Why did these words sound so pleasant to his ears?

Originally, all twelve prefectures of the Central Plains were in the hands of the Liang Dynasty, and the sea access ports had always been controlled by the imperial court. The entire naval force of the Liang Dynasty was concentrated in Prefecture Du, which was closest to the sea ports. However, during the previous invasion by the allied forces of Xiari and Xiliang, all twelve prefectures of the Central Plains fell into the hands of Xiari, including Prefecture Du.

The bullet chat messages were colorful, praising him for having ideals, calling him hilarious, and leaving remarks like "hope lies ahead."

Perhaps she had been coaxed into bed too many times by his various seemingly righteous, solemn, and impeccably logical excuses, but Chu Xian always felt there was a hidden meaning behind this man's words.

Leng Tianyi's direct intuition had already told him that Xu Jia might be about to do something outrageous.

The begonia tree swayed gently. As the two of them moved, flower petals drifted slowly down with the breeze from time to time, while Yan Luo uncontrollably reached out his hand toward Ye Musheng's buttocks.

Xuan Shaoning intercepted a Sajiji warrior, snatched his warhorse, nocked a Xiari arrow on his horse's back, fitted it with his personal horn-flag, and shot it horizontally toward the battle formation. The feathered arrow whistled, carrying the horn-flag as it swept across the heads of the combatants, and finally plunged into the trap pit.

"No, but I butchered two fellows from the Jade Cauldron Palace." Yao Yao's face did not show any sign of excitement, as if killing two people from the Jade Cauldron Palace was utterly unworthy of mention in his eyes.

In terms of cultivation, the bodies of Easterners conformed much more closely to the requirements of the Heavenly Dao. Moreover, in terms of potential, Western practitioners fell far short of Eastern practitioners. Back in the heyday of cultivation, powerful Eastern practitioners could blot out the sky with a single hand, whereas no truly formidable practitioners had ever been heard of coming from the West.

He tried to control his breathing and steady it, though he was not doing a particularly job; his breathing remained rapid, making it difficult to calm down.