Volume 1, Chapter 66: May I Invite You to Dinner?

"Hahaha, I believe it, I believe it completely. So what? Things are already like this, it was worth it." That was the typical attitude of desperate outlaws.

"Captain, how are you holding up?"

...... Hearing this exchange, the Dark Elves twitched their ears, exchanged glances, and in unison pulled out the knight helmets they had never worn before, slamming them onto their heads. Then, they turned and retreated to the very back of the formation, maintaining a safe distance from me.

To the right was Monroda; the presence of these two combat elves seated here only served to highlight the noble status of Sicily in the center, subconsciously establishing a certain authority among the hearts of all the elves.

Liuyue leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I can't go on, my internal energy is completely depleted!" Xiaoyao had probably guessed what he said and merely nodded in response to Feng Xiaoxiao.

Delving into his inner consciousness, the origin space was operating entirely normally, except for the existence of a satellite. Tides were being generated on the surface of the primal energy celestial body, and the golden ocean surged with waves rising higher and higher, resembling a magnificent planet with an atmosphere.

As for the speed and power of this palm strike, experts like Long Yan and the others were not particularly alarmed. What they kept their eyes on the entire time was the "Gale Shadowless" that Feng Xiaoxiao had been holding in his right hand without putting away. Feng Xiaoxiao deliberately waved the flying dagger around, as if he were specifically waiting for those few to step forward.

As soon as they reached Tao Fei's large bed, Zuo Jiang collapsed straight onto it, refusing to get up no matter how much Tao Fei called out to him. Having no other choice, Tao Fei had to take matters into her own hands, stripping off Zuo Jiang's leather jacket and outer trousers, adjusting the pillows, and tucking him in with a blanket. Only then did she pick up his outer garments and walk out to the living room.

Following the commotion in front of the Prince's Mansion yesterday and the ceremonial procession setting out today, the crowd of onlookers was twice as large as usual. Private discussions and pointing created a buzzing wave of noise, though not a single half-sentence could be distinguished clearly.

Duan Fei walked over to the bed and looked down, only to see the man lying there completely smeared with medicinal ointment, an unbearable stench wafting toward them. From the area the physician was currently treating, patches of pustules were visible—it was sickening and utterly foul.

"Unclear. The only thing that can be confirmed is that both the royal family of the Dragon Song Kingdom and the Rossmould family must have been involved in it," said Andreas.

This remark struck Reinfel as very strange; it could give birth to far too many interpretations, yet it proved nothing at all.

Wang Chongyang mistakenly triggered the mechanism of the Death-Seal Stone, and the entire ancient tomb emitted a rumbling sound, as if the mountains were about to split and the earth to fracture. Everyone was startled and hurriedly distanced themselves from the tomb's entrance.

Chen Feng let out a sigh of amazement. Seeing that the Earthworm King was already charging toward him, he ceased his exclamation and instantly leaped into the air, engaging in a fierce battle with this Earthworm King within the open expanse of the cosmos.

Long Kuang clenched his fists tightly. Under normal circumstances, he would never agree to such a condition, but after glancing at Mo Fan twice, he finally nodded in assent.

"When the Golden Cymbal Dharma King came to Phoenix Mountain, all the monsters capable of a fight had already been dealt with, so nowadays only Grandpa Ginseng has a slightly higher level of cultivation," Hu Meiniang said immediately.

As soon as Chen Feng left, Old Ghost immediately pulled down the rolling shutter of the shop. He pressed against a seemingly blank wall in a hidden corner, and a rumbling sound echoed out. Within this originally small shop, a staircase leading underground unexpectedly appeared.

Observing strict mourning rites for a half-brother? Such a blatant disregard for ritual and propriety... Didn't Marquis Pei's heir just enter officialdom? And he is already taking mourning leave? Is Marquis Qi Xiao stubbornly determined to ruin his legitimate son, or is he clearing the path for someone else?

Especially since merely half a month after eloping with Murong Qiudi, Xie Xiaofeng abandoned the pregnant Murong Qiudi. Even worse, instead of directly casting her aside, he told her he would return to marry her in seven years. Such a lie was hardly a flawless excuse, yet Murong Qiudi, whose heart was entirely tethered to Xie Xiaofeng, chose to believe it.