Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Royal Dragon Within the Deep Sea

The sudden appearance of the Wei army's iron cavalry caused the fighting morale of the Jiangdong army to plummet, placing them in an unfavorable situation.

"Hehe, it seems you really did your homework!" Kang Mang'ang wore a wretched smile, casting an unusual gaze at Luqi.

As he spoke, Leng Bai produced a bright red apple from out of nowhere, its skin smooth and its shape plump.

Tan Jian's emotional fluctuation just now had left Tan Mu at a loss for what to do, and now he was even more terrified of something happening to Jian'er.

Before the two could finish a complete sentence, their necks were gripped by a pair of powerful hands. With a soft hum, Darius exerted force with both hands. A fragile sound echoed from their cervical vertebrae, and they were completely snapped.

Inside the transparent, sterile sealing bag, fresh blood flowed drop by drop through the long, thin infusion tube into Rong Li's bizarrely struggling body.

Shen Wan was unaware that Qin Yan already knew her monthly period had ended, and she continued to spout solemn nonsense to him.

"Jian'er, what are you doing? Get up first, there are so many people watching!" Li Xiatian's face flushed an even deeper crimson; she had never expected that Tan Jian would drop to one knee before her and propose.

The situation was growing increasingly critical. The convergence of cosmic energy had already exceeded Elder Kiko's bottom line. Originally, he thought that even if Kang Mang'ang's energy demand was massive, there would still be an upper limit. Now, it seemed that Elder Kiko had still underestimated Kang Mang'ang's limits.

Now that it had come to this, a few gossipy maidservants naturally provided her with an opportunity. Since a successful marriage proposal was already out of the question, burning bridges didn't matter anymore.

The man and the demonic entity walked down the main street and eventually found a sheltered spot to rest for a moment.

Mentioning this, Shen Mingzhu still remembered how her rank had been lowered because she prepared meals for the Empress.

The corpses of Krishna II of the Balihaar Dynasty and his two sons had just been handed over to Crown Prince Tara of the Balihaar Dynasty. King Rājyapāla of Poluo, looking battered and disheveled, was forced to lead Zhang Zhao's horse by the bridle.

She toyed with and caressed the magical artifact in her hands, the Verdict of Injustice, which resonated with it as though a contract had forged a bond between them.

Amidst the stirring song, Lance crawled over the bloodstains he had left behind, crawling past one crevice after another. Finally, the moon and the river of stars began to reveal the other half previously blocked by the mountain ridge. The towering peak line of the Absolute Ridge, which seemed to split the sky in two, also grew closer and closer.

According to urban legends in the cultivation world, once cultivators find their dao companions, even without driving certain unorthodox techniques, they can achieve a harmony of yin and yang that accelerates their cultivation progress. The greater the gap in spiritual root aptitude between the two, the more obvious the benefits for the one with the lower spiritual root.

Before Xi Zi'ang's arrival, the highest-ranking Ren Yi had always occupied the seat of honor at these banquets, while Yang Lu was relegated to the lowest seat. However, given Xi Zi'ang's status as the guest of honor, even if he didn't sit ahead of Ren Yi, he should at least have been seated ahead of Yang Lu.

Neighboring the Void Kun, its tail beat against the black clouds behind it like a fish's tail. Its body emitted powerful lightning that illuminated the entire dim sky before them, accompanied by a continuous, deep, and resounding rumble.

At this moment, Louise, maddened by love, drove her luxury van smoothly to the back gate of the First People's Hospital in the Central District.

Kabukicho was also divided into Ichichome and Nichome, but Kabukicho Ichichome generally had a much larger flow of people. As for the reason... naturally, it was because adult entertainment establishments were densely packed there, whereas such services were rarely found in Nichome.

Yin Xuehan's lips twitched. Long Xu had dared to release the villa because it possessed defensive arrays, but these people's villas had no such defenses.

On the tender white chicken meat, a bright red oily sauce was poured, garnished with golden-brown white sesame seeds and vibrant green coriander leaves, completing the saliva chicken.

Shen Huaiqing felt a shock in her heart. Could it be that her guess was correct? Was Fu Chen truly an illegitimate son? Was Fu Xingyi the genuine young master of the Fu family?

Although many Tower residents disliked this kind of analogy, when venturing out on tasks, many bold adventurers would use this method to test various targets that might yield rewards.

"I am somewhat puzzled, wondering where on earth Wei Zhi'an managed to obtain divinity and successfully fuse it with himself?"

Fang Qingran couldn't be bothered to care about Lu帆's fluctuating emotions; his entire attention was focused on the slightly faded nail clippers in his palm.

Even though they wanted to disbelieve it, the sight of those monsters crazily charging toward them during several previous battles was still fresh in their memories.

Before long, the crystal-feathered crane landed smoothly on a plaza, dropped the few of them off, and flew away on its own.

With hollow gazes and bizarre behavior, she didn't look at all like she had inhaled the fragrance of Ylang-Ylang flowers, but rather as if she had been provoked by something. Yet in this sealed rear hall, how could there be anything else?

"What reason am I pondering..." The Emperor stroked his beard and stared up at the entrance of the Musk Palace for a long time, but suddenly a burst of playful laughter broke into his ears. That crisp, silver-bell-like laughter was undeniably familiar to him, which made him even more curious about what could be making her laugh so happily.

Li Keyi clutched the employee badge tightly in her palm, pressing it against the spot where her heart beat, her face wearing a smile of someone who had narrowly escaped death.

"You are overthinking it; I had no such intention," the nun defended herself in a cold tone.

She gritted her teeth, and ever since sinking into the mud, she somehow instinctively sealed her five orifices, leaving only her two eyes exposed to look out.