32 Jealousy

"Fine, fine, let's go with this bottle; it’s truly unique." Bai Lingge made the decision for Huan-Ting, who was also deeply intrigued by the perfume bottle that had been presented as such an ingenious creation.

When Chun-Cao heard that Wan Feng had volunteered to lead the campaign against the Rong tribe, she was stunned for a long while; she simply couldn't imagine that the flashy, flamboyant Wan Feng was actually going to the battlefield.

Therefore, the moment the old man raised his palm to strike, I stopped him without hesitation, hoping he would repent and turn over a new leaf. I never expected that the very next day he would abdicate his position as sect leader and retreat into the mountains to offer himself to the tigers. Such repentance is better than dying by my hand; I hope he can survive this trial and bring blessings to the local people.

Tang Feng saw that Lang Tian was speaking quite smoothly and was listening intently, but Lang Tian suddenly gave him an answer that had nothing to do with the question.

Jin Yaru nodded, not wishing to say anything more. She leaned her head against Su Nan’s shoulder, and the three of them remained quiet. Bai Ruonan walked past their door, but they acted as if they hadn't seen her, remaining that way until late at night.

Wiskon County piloted his Man-Eater Vulture to hover in mid-air; naturally, he wanted to get closer to admire such a breathtaking scene.

Seeing that the Emperor had taken his words to heart, Wan Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Back when they first heard of the Emperor's actions, both Wan Feng and Lu Ziqi were afraid that the Emperor’s eyes were being blinded by ambition. Lu Ziqi had been particularly worried that Wan Feng’s opposition in the capital would provoke the Emperor’s displeasure and cause trouble for him. Now, it seemed he had not misjudged the man.

Chun-Cao sighed silently in her heart, frustrated that Dayu had to be the one to comfort her. The room fell quiet, and both of them gradually drifted into sleep.

Both men were seeking release, and having encountered each other by chance, their gazes immediately sharpened. As they stared at one another, the atmosphere became eerie.

At the old Zhu family estate, Ouyang Lan lay in Yan Yue’s arms, having fallen asleep at some point. In her hazy state, she saw Brother Zhu spreading his arms, flying around a ball of fire, before finally plunging into the flames and burning.

She tilted her head slightly, and droplets of water clung to her long eyelashes like dew on petals at dawn, shimmering with crystalline light under the lamplight.

Wen Yuan held a handful of prickle-fruits in her hand. While dodging the attacks of the long-horned pig, she used her growth-inducing technique, pouring a steady stream of wood-elemental energy into the seeds. When the moment was right, Wen Yuan scattered the seeds.

Moreover, Han Yu had recently seemed to restrain her wild and unrestrained personality; she was completing all her work herself, and doing so remarkably well.

These tourist spots draped in European-style facades still relied on the same old ancient town formula at their core! It would be a miracle if they didn't fail.

Zhu Yunxuan’s final words before losing consciousness proved that he was not a fool; he simply wanted to live a good life.

As Ye Qingnian spoke, he swung his samurai sword between Matsui Jiro and Matsui Saburo. Fragments of samurai robes could be seen drifting through the air.

Especially for older children over ten, they were basically viewed as a basic labor force. Drawing such a large number of laborers from every household had a significant impact on the town of Sige as a whole.

The Wither Season was nearing its end. After months of sunlight, the entire forest seemed drained of vitality; everything was withered, and had it not been for the occasional rain, even the ground would have cracked.

"A Shadow Leopard at the peak of the Golden Core realm has combat power in the dark that reaches at least the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. The four of us together couldn't possibly be its match," Dongfang Lu said.

It was truly jaw-dropping. She browsed through the news roughly, and this was the conclusion she drew.

The other individual carrying a celestial sword was the Sword Immortal Hua Yan, and the middle-aged man in ornate robes was Ao Feng, the envoy of the Dragon Clan.

In the surrounding black mist, countless pairs of red eyes appeared, so dense they made one's scalp tingle.

This fellow immediately brought out his trump card, spitting several balls of flame at the large bats; the fire flew straight toward them.

As soon as the Second Prince smelled the aroma, he could no longer concern himself with anything else. He immediately lunged forward and began to gorge himself, casting all decorum aside. Only after eating hurriedly for a while did the Second Prince manage to recover somewhat.

His words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He had merely wanted to walk over early to get the car out, only for this accident to occur.

Upon entering the hall, Lin Qingyuan gave a polite bow to Chu Lingdeep. "What does Your Highness wish to see me about?" As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the wound on Chu Lingdeep’s left shoulder, and he frowned slightly, feeling suspicious.

Although the CIA had made promises at the press conference, Dewey did not believe them. After getting his phone back, the first thing he did was take 360-degree photos of it as evidence.

Broad’s heart sank. The fact that Brewer didn't even want to discuss the Qianlong International Security Company meant that things were far worse than he had imagined.

Until Chen Zhuo pulled out all the toothpicks, the captive slumped back down, gasping for air as if he had just survived a brush with death.

Qin Shuhuai’s words stunned everyone present. Even Elder Qin was in deep agreement; he had never imagined that the grandson he considered the most useless would give him the most satisfying answer.

Ershe itself believed this. It wasn't that the Ershe people were inherently special... rather, they were a species that perceived the end of all things.

Lei Feng took the spatial ring handed to him by Xiao Mo without inspecting it, saying directly, "I have a fated connection with Xiao Fei, and I will certainly teach him everything I know. Please rest assured, Uncle. As for these gifts, I won't stand on ceremony." He would have to support a large group of people in the future, so the more supplies, the better.

It was truly a case of "fear the worst and it happens." Now that the situation of the beast-tribe slave convoy escorted by Winston was unclear and the fate of those beasts remained unknown, how was Bai Lie supposed to answer?

"Very well! This concerns the death of the Seventh Elder, Jian Wuqi. Jian Wuqi was at the early stage of the Tribulation Transcendence realm. With that level of cultivation, it is not easy to kill him. Those at the Soul Formation, Spirit Severing, or Integration stages could not possibly be his match."

Cheng Yuyao blushed. Hearing Li Muqing say he wasn't afraid of his wife, she was initially displeased, but seeing Li Muqing head toward the cave she had mentioned, she became joyful again.

First of all, because the amount of information Claire had learned over the past few days was overwhelming, her brain was struggling to process it. Just a few days ago, Claire had learned of his deliberately hidden true identity, and she had nearly suffered a crisis of faith over the idea that "My King" couldn't possibly be bald.

Not long after the Tianlu Railway project began, the members of the various sections clearly hadn't reached a point of familiarity with the construction command members.

A year is not much time; it won't be easy to find such an effortless opportunity to acquire skill points in the future.