Chapter 51: The Clarification Video

Naturally, the offer was accepted, but Madam Lin said it was not the right time, as people would gossip. Yu'er had no choice but to let it matter drop, yet she still wanted to help Zhu Qing, hoping to earn some silver coins.

"Mhm..." Moaning softly, He Lian cooperated as she writhed her delicate body, a wave of marrow-deep pleasure blooming spontaneously from the depths of her heart.

Wu Fan sat on the sofa, filtering through his thoughts. Aside from Liu Weiqi, the only other person he knew who had a grievance with Zhao Feng was Cao Yun. Perhaps he knew of some of Zhao Feng's residences. Wu Fan picked up the phone, ready to dial, but finally shook his head and put it back down.

The death of the four monsters granted Andy a massive amount of experience. After all, the experience yielded by a Level 75 Purple-Gold monster was exceptionally high.

"Father!" With a thud, Liu Bi suddenly dropped to his knees before Dong Zhuo, and then, with utmost solemnity, kowtowed nine times to him. Dong Zhuo remained standing motionless, accepting the gesture with a clear conscience. He knew that Liu Bi was merely fulfilling the etiquette that should have been observed inside the room, even though that protocol had already been acknowledged when Dong Zhuo first spoke.

Qian Mo quietly looked at Ouyang Yingqi, who was weeping uncontrollably, a heavy gloom enveloping his entire being. He felt that he could not grant her request; he knew his own physical condition too well, perhaps facing the risk of death at any second in the next moment.

Mudi returned after seeing the guest off and said worriedly, "My lady, do you truly wish to..." Could it be that you are truly unwilling to become the primary consort of Prince Anyang, and instead prefer to become the secondary consort of Prince Ying?

Xue Zhi was slightly taken aback by Princess Zhaoping's masculine attire, and then, feeling somewhat awkward, he blushed and averted his gaze—while Princess Zhaoping usually looked ordinary in dresses, dressed like this today, she possessed an extraordinary heroic spirit that made it hard to look away.

The palm strike that was meant as a reserve tactic had been disrupted by the signaling arrow, leaving the left and right guardians gnashing their teeth in frustration as they simultaneously cast their gazes toward Xie Banwei. What met their eyes, however, was Xie Banwei's eerie and cruel smile.

Wu Fan walked straight into the bathroom. A luxury mansion was indeed different; the independent bathroom was extremely spacious, and the washing machine tucked away in the very corner took up almost no room at all.

Mr. Zheng Bin, Mr. Shiye, Xu Teng, and a cold-looking boy of about eight or nine years old—all four of them, accompanied by their respective retinues, had long been waiting at the entrance of the Tianyu Palace.

I mustered every ounce of strength, swinging the rope over and over again, trying as accurately as possible to toss the rope right in front of Xiezhihua.

Just as Zuo Qianqiu and Tiaoyi were left somewhat bewildered by Tang Luo's words, Fat Dragon nodded continuously, patting his own belly.

"I wish it could be so, but I simply don't know how much longer I can sit in this seat of Great Commander~" Although everything was proceeding step-by-step according to his own plan, Lin Zhong felt as though a sword was perpetually suspended above him, ready to shatter the illusory mirage of his current life at any moment.

Three days later, the ten great noble clans were no longer an alliance possessing absolute authority within the Nebula Realm.

He and Zhang Qing had merely delivered a letter as instructed by the Old Medicine Pot, so why were they now being grabbed by the collar and dragged along like a pair of dead dogs by the recipient of the letter?

Han Ruobing and Han Yuxuan watched Tang Luo's actions with even greater puzzlement. Was today really a day worth celebrating?

"I don't think so. I have a vague feeling that this stone cave might very well lead us into a desperate situation!" I looked at Three-Fatty and said in a gloomy tone.

Her heart ached terribly, but more than that, she felt anxious for Cen Lihua and lamented for such a good person as A-Yan, though her emotions were not particularly agitated.

Lin Yu knew that if the Ji family weren't lacking in strength, how could Xu Youdong have dared to abduct them so unscrupulously?

Presumedly, Akito Yamato also understood that until Tsukimi Saori figured out the origin and purpose of the reinforcements among the players, none of the Chinese players in the prison cell would pay any heed to whatever demands he made. Thus, even though the sect master of the Yamato Taoist Sect wore a displeased expression, he chose to remain silent for the time being.

Su Wange naturally found it immensely pleasant to the ear. Although she knew it was all an act, she was still very happy because this was the first time she had heard Yan Mumu address him in such a way in front of others, and most importantly, in front of Jian Luofan.

Everything mentioned above constitutes all the information Guo Qin has gathered about the God Clan thus far. As for the "Divine Clan's Relic" mentioned by Murong Kuangbo today, it was the first time Guo Qin had ever heard of it.

A crystal-clear bead of sweat slipped from the tip of Yan Mumu's nose, falling onto Ji Siyue's hand, which was tightly grasping hers. Ji Siyue distinctly felt the lingering warmth on the back of her hand.

"No need, I'm doing quite well here. You go tend to your business; I'll just chat with Zihua and head back shortly." Ye Xingtian waved his hand, signaling that Uncle Wu did not need to attend to him.

Xu Zuoyan had no intention of accepting Ye Kaicheng's favor, and continued to eye Ye Kaicheng with dissatisfaction as the latter chatted away on the phone with his elder sister.

Pity it was destined that she would stumble today; the moment she got up, her heel twisted, and as she was about to crash to the ground, Shen Yi hurriedly supported her hand with one arm and steadied her waist with the other, catching her just in time to prevent any intimate contact with the floor.

Perhaps because time in the spiritual world had grown too tedious, the Poem of Plague subsequently began casually browsing through the combat-related memories within Kong Nie's mind, attempting to record the techniques found therein.

As for the final cultivation of Sage Mode, it would depend entirely on Tsunade herself. It seemed Shikkotsu Forest possessed senjutsu as well, but Tsunade appeared never to have mastered it, or perhaps she would meet the standard after completing the first and second stages of ninjutsu-taijutsu training?

The speaker was the vice principal, an old man. At this moment, he emphasized the phrase "ordinary students," implying that if they couldn't even defeat the ordinary students of their own school, they had no business dreaming of taking first place.

Shizi also helplessly pondered over the flat bitter-bamboo sword, along with a shield and a vertical bamboo flute; he was well aware of his own equipment.

Emperor Hitwu waved his hand impatiently. "This Emperor is injured, so I won't get involved in the specific details. Whatever you all discuss and decide upon, this Emperor will accept." With that, he stood up and drifted out of the room.

Her spiritual consciousness was on the verge of struggling and was still quite unstable; under no circumstances could spiritual consciousness be used.

Yin had no heart to dwell on these thoughts. On one hand, it was because he was pure-minded—which made him place almost absolute trust in the old man—and on the other, his top priority right now was cultivation, nothing else.