"Do you like me that much?"

"Although I like it, I have no use for it, and the price is too high. Let's just not buy it," Li Xin'er said.

"Anything related to you, I will definitely like," Li Zixiao said, unaware that his steadfastness would be completely shattered after hearing Liang Yan's story.

With a bang, the man with the two-pronged mustache collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his thigh.

Without dwelling too much on this issue, Ruan Jingtian forced himself to start forgetting. A faint expectation welled up from the depths of his heart; he truly hoped this Chinese army would not let him down, as a worthy opponent was hard to find.

Shenxing Wuji was also dumbfounded. He only had time to send a voice transmission into Qi Xuan's ear: "Don't let him jump!" But just as he finished speaking, while Qi Xuan was looking around in horror, Shi Yan had already taken a leap.

The cultivation techniques practiced by the demon race also varied in quality, and the cultivator who injured her was obviously no simple figure. However, she had no wish to suffer defeat twice at the hands of the same enemy, so she had to devise a countermeasure. Regrettably, she could not think of a single way to break the enemy's technique.

Although the room was designed in an antique style, the items inside were all modern. How could she not know how to use them? Yet she pretended not to notice, enjoying this fleeting moment—she was simply being too greedy.

However, Yang Chen had no time to ponder his worries, because just as he took a few steps, he suddenly noticed that a barrier in front of him trembled slightly and vanished.

Although the first sight of Ji Ruobing was not as pristine as expected, it was not too bad either; at least she had not been detonated by the Doctor.

That bolt of thunderous energy flowed through Qi Ming's meridians, and upon encountering those Nascent Soul fragments, it actually absorbed them directly. The thunder energy instantly grew more than tenfold, nearly bursting Qi Ming's meridians apart.

However, the old man did not appreciate the gesture at all, glaring with hostility at the black monkey and the attendant. Then he cast a sideways glance, revealing a terrifying gaze that terrified the black monkey.

No one knew where the news had leaked from, but in the end, the fact that 4AM had been beaten 1:4 by Shen Luo and the others became known to the vast majority of people.

Upon returning, they indeed changed their strategy. Commander Qi no longer played one-on-one against Lu Fei, but instead acted as the point guard to control the ball possession.

She had done this business eight times. The first time, hardly anyone paid attention, but the subsequent six times were booming. One must remember that imperial examinations in ancient times were held once every three years; Hao Xin had lived in this world for thirty years and caught four examinations, and since the provincial and prefectural exams were not held at the same time, that made eight occurrences in total.

"You are Chu Tianba?" Ah Biao looked at the short, dark, and dull-witted "big boy" opposite him, seemingly finding it hard to believe.

"All right, let's return once more to the frontline footage." The scene shifted again, returning to the familiar spot from moments before.

The people around remained utterly indifferent to the man catching fire, going about their own business as usual, watching as the man was on the verge of being burned alive.

After trying more than a dozen more times, Fat Xing's left eye was already bloodshot, yet he still failed to become the rightful owner.

The Nether Auspicious Beast Mohei and the Millennium Tomb-Guarding Python Mobai were both around a thousand years old, but Mobai could transform into human form while Mohei lagged behind. Nowadays, however, under the long-term guidance and cultivation of Ling Gui and Gong Sijin, Mohei had also learned to transform into human form.

After a moment of thought, Su Wanchen began to understand somewhat. The youth before him should be a stowaway, just like himself! Thinking of this, Su Wanchen withdrew his gaze and continued to close his eyes in meditation.

Yang Fan froze in a daze, and then as a thought struck him, the expression on his face turned utterly terrified. He looked at Ding Lei, who was steadily closing in from the front, and then at Bai Qingshan blocking his rear, a wave of despair surging in his heart.

"After all, there are less than two years left until the mourning period ends. The person behind this has endured for so many years; whatever they want, I'm afraid they won't wait much longer," Qin Zhen thought carefully.

Qin Zhen entered alongside Mo Ruoshuang. Upon reaching the main hall, she saw Meng Jingxuan unusually well-behaved, sitting quietly in the main seat.

The others, including Empress Dowager Jin and the three imperial concubines, looked in shock at Dong Tianbao and the others. When they heard them all address Gu Yan as their master, they turned their gazes to Gu Yan instead.

"My friend, you're way too wooden," Lin Yi slowly walked over, shaking his head helplessly. Seeing Rong Yun walking ahead, he threw an arm around Lin Hu's shoulder, standing with one leg straight and the other resting on its toes, looking thoroughly obnoxious.

After Gu An broke open the outer gate, he fought all the way to the main courtyard where the Princess Consort lived. Not a single guard in the estate was his match, and since the secret guards found it inconvenient to step in, he genuinely managed to force his way in.

One day in heaven is one year in the mortal world; one day in the mortal realm is one year in the Demon Realm. He had been up here for over an ink-stick of time, and decades had already passed once again in the Demon Realm.

Canyang attended closely behind Sheng Chuyi, and naturally saw it clearly. Biran was not declining politely at all; she simply had no intention of going.

"Ah-Jin, tell me what we should do," said the old lady, setting aside the ledger in her hand and asking with a frown.

Han Yunwu's clenched fists revealed protruding veins. He gritted his teeth as he stared at the tightly closed door, and after a long moment, narrowed his eyes and tiptoed away.

Jiang Yu's faction had also retreated. Although Jiang Yu had given his all, the fierce battle just now had cost him more than half his men, and most of the survivors bore injuries.

"Is it very difficult?" Jiang Yu asked. He had originally thought that all Su Yuer needed to do was write a few casual characters, never imagining it could be hard.

After Chu Yao finished her confinement month, the Duke of Nanzhong's estate gathered for dinner that very evening. Madam Jiang had specially instructed the kitchen to prepare many of Chu Yao's favorite dishes. Although Chu Yao possessed a robust constitution, Madam Jiang still exercised great caution regarding her diet, as she had just given birth and dietary restrictions remained numerous.

Liang Yuchen hurried toward Taiping Villa, where he spotted the cloned Tagila in the large plaza outside the estate.

Yes, pan-continental organizations such as the Mages' Guild, Mercenary Guild, and Adventurers' Guild were indeed factional powers as well. However, simply registering as a mercenary or mage did not mean joining a faction; one had to complete specific quests or fulfill certain conditions to truly join the factional forces of such guild organizations.

She could not help pressing her lips together. Although she had no intention of interfering in Noble Consort Li's pregnancy, she had arranged for personnel to monitor the situation from the very beginning, figuring that in the event of any sudden change, she would receive word earlier than anyone else in the palace and could make preparations in advance.