153 Refusing to Let Go

Ye Qianling first showered Ye Xiuyuan with lavish praise, and once Ye Xiuyuan was puffed up with pride, it would be much easier to bring up the matter of the precious pearl.

Jian Tianmie practically wanted to draw his blade and slaughter these two girls, but this was not the Southern Frontier; this was Shengjing, a place where he was not permitted to run wild.

"Master?" Water Qilin turned its head, wanting to say your master is right here, but upon seeing the completely empty and desolate forest, it suddenly realized that the Immortal Venerable at this moment should be on Mount Jinling, not here.

The situation now was vastly different. Because of the medicinal diet, the imperial concubines had all recognized Ning Rongzhi's ability, and their regard for her had grown accordingly. Meanwhile, Ning Rongzhi's status was gradually rising.

Lady Tang and Ye Dailing saw that Ye Qianling appeared foolish and naive, exchanged a glance, and felt completely reassured. Taking her by the left and right hands, they pulled her inward.

Noble Lady Lin nodded and said, "I heard people say that is indeed the case. I've noticed the Emperor hasn't paid much attention to the Empress lately either." With that, Noble Lady Lin let out a sigh.

Those people were uniformly dressed in cyan robes, with cyan headbands tied across their foreheads bearing the two characters for "Qingmu" (Green Wood).

Hearing this, Yue Biyun knew that Ye Qianling was actually indirectly persuading her to let go of her obsession. She only sighed and remained silent.

Xu Jie did not believe it. Her eldest aunt then told her that she, just like her aunt, possessed an innate ability to detach her consciousness from her physical body, thereby attaining greater wisdom and insight.

Beiteng Ying nodded with difficulty. Seeing her nod, Nangong Ruize stood up and walked straight out without lingering.

The latter arrived upon a reef, his body extremely weak. Yet he saw another middle-aged man sitting cross-legged nearby. The man had handsome and resolute features, sword-like brows, and star-like eyes, and was looking straight at him.

Standing nearby, Zhao Jingyu narrowed her eyes as she looked at Su Yin, her expression turning terribly unsightly. Why did this woman, Su Yin, possess such an ability that every man who laid eyes on her held her in high regard?

Almost every sentence bordered on moral blackmail, leaving Wu Yueyue truly somewhat哭笑不得 (speechless and amused). In truth, she really wanted to know what on earth was going on inside the minds of these reporters.

"Ronghua, are you still trying to deceive Ah Yin now?" Yan Qing looked coldly at Ronghua, his face filled with mockery and fury.

For no other reason than that Nangong Ruize's fist was already rising slowly before his eyes. If not to shut up now, when? He was certainly not someone who could take that many beatings.

"No, I'm completely fine now." Taking leave on the second day of school would simply become a laughingstock for others.

There were undoubtedly many women in the world prettier than she, but to find one who was both gorgeous and possessed such fine temperament, while looking so effortlessly pleasant, would probably be an impossible task.

Su Yin did not utter a word. Without a sound, she pulled the two arrows from her back and raised her hand to shoot them straight at Su Wan.

King Ning's gaze had visibly dimmed. When had the once dashing and heroic King Ning also grown white hair?

Only when spoken by her would these words carry the greatest weight. If uttered by anyone else, even Xue Miao, it would simply be adding fuel to the fire.

There was a heavy malice in that gaze. As the saying goes, visitors are never friendly, and friendly people never visit. What was Feng Feifei here to do this time? Surely she wasn't coming to settle old scores?

We grew so close that we forgot the relationship between us, forgot those so-called worldly conventions, and entrusted our souls completely to this night of unknown date and time.

With the guests all departed and after a round of lingering farewells, our family of three was just about to get into the car when Lin Jiaona walked gracefully toward us from ahead.

Lantian hesitated. Should he believe it or not? Why did he speak with such conviction? Could his eldest brother have deceived him?

After leaving the hospital, I drove straight to the company. This weekend had actually given me an experience I would never forget for the rest of my life. The first thing I did upon entering the office was to steady my mind so as to throw myself into work with the best possible state of mind.

My heart was being struck by something, beat after beat. I opened my eyes in a start, looking in a daze at the swaying white shadow before me.

One truly wonders whether being doted upon by such a prominent figure is a blessing or a tragedy.

The scar-faced man did calculations: the food on the island was enough to last half a year, how much provisions could the Falanji (Frankish/Portuguese) ships possibly carry?

The true spirits and primordial souls of the three thousand demon gods had long since dissipated; only their vital blood and resentment had condensed here. The terrifying momentum formed by the Blood Demon Formation felt just like the feeling when the Great Chaos Will fettered the demon gods of old, and all the resentment within the Blood Demon Pool gathered simultaneously, erupting forth from the sea of blood.

Yet the returns they gained would not be meager. If the Emperor truly pardoned Liu Weining of his crimes, they would instantly become men of benevolence and virtue.

Previously, Lu Shu measured the value of the divine notes here in Lü Zhou against Earth currency by using a catty of rice. However, he had overlooked a problem at the time: the productivity of the Lü Zhou world was far inferior to Earth's, which made rice here exceptionally expensive.

Realizing something was amiss, Zhuo Zhaoyun immediately turned and sprinted back into the room, hiding in a concealed spot.

Yet those spiritual snakes emerged from that cave as if bottomless, launching frantic and death-defying attacks toward Nangong Yunyao and the others.

As for the transportation issue, Nangong Yunyao did not need to worry; when he left in the morning, he had given Wuhu a cloud beast specifically for transporting supplies, so once they returned, the silver fish would naturally be inside the palace.

Crudely manufactured bird-guns generally burst their chambers after being fired four or five times. Consequently, soldiers feared firearms and preferred to use bows and crossbows rather than touch the matchlocks.

Karl said nothing, nor did he pay any mind to the chatterbox apprentice, merely shifting his gaze toward the entrance of the tailor shop.

Huang Zhong and Meng Da discussed the matter: they would divide the scouts into squads of ten, dispatching fifty squads to patrol continuously along the riverbank. At the same time, Huang Zhong and Meng Da would take turns on night watch, in case the defenders of Luoxian took advantage of the night to breach the embankments, upon which the one on duty would immediately mobilize the entire army to attack.