33 Anxiety

As the Main God of the Xiaoyao Palace departed, Ming Wuyan intended to return to the Medicine Spirit Palace, but she caught sight of someone approaching from a distance.

While ill, Ziwei had pondered much, her longing for Fu Erkang’s tenderness and Lady Fulun’s devoted care growing ever deeper. Consequently, the desire to marry Fu Erkang took firm root in her heart, becoming increasingly intense.

Her body slowly began to heat up, unable to resist his kisses. As her consciousness grew hazy, she let out soft, unconscious moans.

Xiao Yan felt deeply surprised. According to her initial expectations, once Qianlong learned the truth, he would surely be profoundly disappointed, erupting into a thunderous rage to punish her severely.

In such circumstances, he had to ensure every step was taken with absolute solidity to shine in the future; otherwise, he would exhaust his accumulated potential and fade into obscurity. To speak of chasing the pinnacle of martial arts then would be nothing more than a fantasy.

Rong Mi frowned slightly, not expecting such an attitude or response from this guard.

Xiao Yan looked up at Qianlong and found him gazing down at her with concern. His dark, bright eyes clearly reflected her own image. Being gazed at with such deep affection by Qianlong, Xiao Yan was momentarily struck by an illusion, as if she and Qianlong were truly a pair of lovers who cherished and understood one another completely.

Although she had told him not to come, she knew his temperament well enough to be certain he would follow her regardless.

Qin Xuan stared as if she had seen a ghost. The face before her seemed familiar, and it took her a long while of blank staring to recognize who it was.

Along the way, Shen Mobei held her tightly, refusing to let go, as if he feared she might vanish once more.

You Yu looked at Luo Ying, still so stunned by her beauty that his face flushed slightly. He turned away, leading her toward the banquet.

Luo Ying endured her fiery temper, listening to the endless chatter with a headache. Though impatient, she still took it all in.

Recalling the phone call from yesterday, Jing Yihuan suddenly thought of Li Jia’en’s parents and decided to visit the Li residence to check on the elderly couple.

"Then... might I trouble you with a few more things?" She hoped he wouldn't refuse such an unreasonable request.

At this moment, thousands of members of the Source Dragon Clan appeared above the abyss, the lowest among them at the Imperial Meng realm.

He felt his nose had suffered an indescribable blow. After circling the room, his gaze landed on Mu Zhaozhao.

Seeing the tower-like, hulking man, Lao Jiu did not hesitate, delivering a fierce side kick.

The second point of suspicion was that after the New Year, Xiao Qixuan’s illness miraculously improved, leaving him with only the occasional cough.

They were too busy creating opportunities for themselves to pity their opponents. Besides, in the eyes of the Chinese men’s basketball team, they were equally dissatisfied with such a score.

Since Guo Zhuoshuai could command the battle to capture Chongqing from Zunyi, he could naturally do the same from Guiyang. His command over the First Division was conducted entirely via telegram; being a hundred kilometers closer or further from Chongqing made no difference.

This method was indeed brilliant! Chang Ruiqing was no fool; he simply lacked the ruthlessness of President Mao, so he hadn't thought of such a vicious scheme on his own. Now, reminded by Mao, he naturally felt confident.

"Damn it!" The captain felt a surge of irritation, knowing he had fallen into the sights of the submarines behind him because he had waited for the Chinese submarine in S Valley to surrender automatically. Faced with a potential pincer attack, he felt even less secure.

As soon as the words "Azure Dragon Crescent Blade" were spoken, the phantom of Madam Wushuang finally vanished completely. Nie Feng and Meng stared blankly at the spot where she had appeared, but there was nothing there. On both their faces, a shared look of reluctance emerged.

Speaking of this, the tone of Black Pupil, usually filled with confidence, revealed a trace of emptiness and melancholy.

Hearing the story of Nameless and Feng Wu to this point, Nie Feng could not help but ask the mysterious figure hiding behind the curtains of the Fengjian Manor.

Even if they managed to obtain the "Yuanji Mohe" from within the Shaolin Temple, they might not know how to use it. This invincible divine art could not even be mastered by Bodhidharma’s favorite disciple, Huike, let alone by outsiders who knew nothing of Central Plains martial arts.

The two managed to dodge the black mist, only to find the evil cultivator had vanished, their expressions changing instantly.

Lu Nan had considered buying a car, but not strongly. If he didn't buy one, he could always request one from the company; if he bought one, he would have it at his disposal at all times.

At that time, her heart was filled only with joy—the joy of marrying her beloved. But now, she felt only the relief of seeing her wishes finally fulfilled.

Of course, this vacation was only in name; the true break for the EDG team was only the single day off after winning a match.

"I share the same opinion as Mr. Sato; the Eighth Route Army or the rebel forces will definitely not head toward Haiguan Town!" Fujino said with a serious expression.

Moreover, her own talent for alchemy was not insignificant. If she were to be nothing more than a cog in the Medicine Hall, she would rather use her skills to earn more spirit stones.

"Harapa, we are leaving!" Rajput shouted several times, but Harapa still did not respond.

In early March of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng breached Datong and Zhending. Chongzhen appointed Wu Xiang as the commander of the capital's garrison. Soon after, Beijing fell, and Wu Xiang was captured alive by the Dashun army.

He had seen his father writing a letter by hand yesterday. Although he couldn't read, he felt certain it must be for his mother.

She didn't know what it could eat. Looking at the firethorn she had planted, the fruits were almost all gone, which caused her some distress.

The reason EDG’s rhythm was so good in the last game had a lot to do with the lane priority in the bottom lane; this was the result of the laning capability of the "Urgot-Thresh" combination.

The protagonist had yet to appear, and the guests in the courtyard raised their glasses in celebration. None of those invited to this birthday banquet were ordinary people; they could all be considered the pride of heaven.