63 Acting

"Then follow me and see if I'm just boasting," said the leader of the demon flying soldiers with absolute certainty.

Turning back to Chen Sijin, as Bai Qi and Yang Tianyi were fighting fiercely, she immediately propped her body up from the ground.

Ever since he became the prospective imperial son-in-law, scions of noble families had frequently come to pay visits recently, attempting to forge ties with him. Therefore, he was not surprised when Min Qiuye invited him to a tea party.

Zhou Shen helped his mother up, making her half-recline against the head of the bed. When he handed the bowl of porridge to her, she looked at him with tear-filled, hazy eyes, making no response.

"So you and Lady Lian are bosom friends, Your Highness understands." Seventeen deeply knew that if Chunqiu were still alive and had married another man, should any accident befall that man, Seventeen would also have gone to intercede for him.

That day, Yan Qianxue hurried toward the capital. She only wanted to know whether that bastard knew about this news. If he did, what did he take her for?

Had Prince Zhao not dropped by my manor that day, I would not have known that Lin Yunqiao had already been welcomed into the Prince Zhao Estate.

Although Madam Lu had not yet breathed her last, her severely injured neck and excruciating pain had already robbed her of the strength to speak. Her hands trembled, lingering at death's door, and finally, she slowly grew still, her eyes still wide open in terror and despair.

Afterwards, Mo Li brought in the dry rations, and Yan Yiheng heated the water and flatbread over the fire before handing them to Xia Chuxiao.

Lu Tingchen sat up straight, and Lin Yunqiao also awkwardly picked up a golden rose hairpin. This one was a thousand times better than her old one.

Immediately, his mood eased considerably. He said, "As for what I said earlier, just take it as a passing thought. Xuanwu has not betrayed you, and don't think too much into it. That was merely a conjecture of mine, with a certain degree of possibility. However, you should still try your best to avoid contact with the Nether Clan and those who can control the 'Wheel of Life and Death Creation and Floating Light'."

Ye Juntian thought of this phrase; this was undoubtedly a form of test posed by the bird patterns. Calm down, calm down, Ye Juntian was resisting. He was struggling. This was not a contest of blood-qi intensity, but entirely a mental confrontation—much like masters sizing each other up and maintaining absolute stillness before a fight, testing each other's composure.

Where on earth had he slipped up? Why did Wang Yu pull him straight out from among the numerous disciples of the Heaven-Sparing Sect's Demonic Division?

However, such a grand spectacle was overshadowed by the Empress having her hair shaved and the nameless skeletal remains found in the Crown Prince's backyard.

Her point was that since Fang Pingying knew how to sew clothes, why didn't she make them for Zhou Yunmei, instead of making Zhou Yunmei go out of her way to find a tailor herself?

At this moment, the place where Wang Yu and Yang Zhi found themselves was already an extremely remote region within this immortal realm. It was completely barren, with scattered, desolate planets lingering around, yet no sign of life could be seen on any of them—not even withered grass. Such was the utter desolation of this place.

"Let me think for a moment!" Mo Yufei seemed to sense the inexplicable emotion emanating from Li Shanshan, even though for the moment he could not trace the initial source of that feeling.

When Sima Youyue awoke, she felt a throbbing headache and her body still felt somewhat limp; she wanted to raise a hand to massage her brow, but even that proved beyond her reach.

"Marquis Nanjun, Cao Zhuiyi, Cao Qing, and Cao Yuhai from the youth division of your estate are withdrawing from this competition."

Just at that moment, however, An walked out slowly from the house barefoot and dressed in a plain white hempen robe. The moment she stepped out, all the heavenly thunders surged toward her body.

"Qiyue, forget it, spare him. After all, he is still an ancestor of our Xiao clan." Grandfather Xiao Yuxiong even interceded.

Monday morning should have been the most despairing moment, but the base's parade ground at this moment was on full alert. Not only were all signal jammers operating at maximum capacity, but twelve hovering turrets in stealth mode were suspended around the perimeter, and all Titans were on standby in full capability. Anyone unfamiliar with the situation would have thought this was pre-battle mobilization to destroy the Earth.

On the twenty-second day, the extreme cold had already persisted for five days. During these five days, the lake froze, the forests iced over, and everything settled into a deathly stillness. Snowflakes drifted across the entire region, blanketing the landscape until the world seemed to return to a void, devoid of any trace of life.

Just as Dai Mengwei had said, similar dramas had played out around Ning Yi multiple times more than a decade ago in Bianliang. Yet the exact same response remained sufficient even now.

Dodging the fierce tiger's side-swipe, Lin Zhen swung his longsword to execute a Falling Star. After forcing the brown bear back a little, he knew he had to pull out some real tricks.

On the other hand, with the first hot-air balloon ascent in Lin'an, the influence of scientific inquiry would inevitably expand further in the days to come. Zhou Pei did not possess a fixation matching her younger brother's in this regard, but she could well imagine how overjoyed Junwu would hear about this if it had been achieved before the war began.

With a thought, the incantation activated on its own. With agile and nimble movements, amidst high-speed shifting, he gripped two revolvers in both hands and unleashed a flurry of gunfire toward the flower beds in the courtyard.

In the relatively quiet courtyard and its spartan room, Tang Minjie sat on a chair, looking at the crumpled letter in his hand. The man across the table wore clothes as tattered as a beggar's—he was a member of the Chinese Army who had made contact with Tang Minjie after Lu Mingfang's departure.

Had Yan Fei not desperately needed to use this rusted gear for his drone upgrade, he might even have wanted to keep the component for scientific research, hoping to decipher some high-tech secrets from it. Who knew what hidden secrets it might harbor; otherwise, it would not have been contested by so many nations and factions.