Chapter Forty-Seven: How Should I See This

After less than twenty rounds of combat, Lü Bu finally reached his limit. When his Sky Halberd clashed against Cao Xiu’s spear, he could no longer hold on; the halberd slipped from his grasp and crashed to the ground.

In haste, Director Mo immediately placed a long-distance call to the Imperial Capital Medical Academy and had Mi Shimo answer.

It was as if others were merely doing what was expected of them, as if they were born to be adored by all, and everyone else should live according to their worldview. Everything, in their eyes, was simply as it should be.

The existence of fate was precisely to maintain balance within heaven and earth, allowing the universe’s evolution to proceed on the proper path.

The kingdom Sun Ce established—whether entrusted to his son Sun Shao or his younger brother Sun Quan—would, at the very least, ensure that the land of Jiangdong remained under the rule of the Sun family.

Because the National High School had patriotic students, the rebels began arresting them. Upon hearing the news, the students tried to evacuate the capital, only to be surrounded by the rebels once more.

Due to the difference in frequencies, Alice could neither receive the sounds of other whales nor send her own voice to them. Each day, she sang her lonely songs in the dark depths of the sea, but never heard a reply.

Fortunately, what he had witnessed was not a truly unbearable sight. While he blamed himself, he also felt a slight sense of relief. Still, he couldn’t help but sigh at how Ming Min had found herself such a servile man.

“If it weren’t for Yang here, you’d already be a corpse.” Liu Yuling’s cold voice filled the training ground with a chilling, murderous intent. The gentle gaze she’d given Liu Yang moments before had vanished, as though it existed for him alone.

With someone taking the lead, several young gentlemen from noble families quickly followed suit. Though their group could hardly be called a grand procession, their numbers were considerable.

Traveling south from the Border River Market by land should not take one through Zhengzhou, but Wu Haogu had followed the route along the Border River, Yellow River, and Bian River. This was the waterway from the Border River to Kaifeng Prefecture—the lifeline of future trade between the two. Wu Haogu preferred to take this detour to inspect it personally.

When they finally reached the gate of the Tang residence, Tang Mu’ning at last stopped. Their carriage had already covered most of the way, which allowed her to run the rest of the distance home in one burst. However, the cumbersome skirt she wore, coupled with her haste, left her breathless and panting.

“Yu’er, where have you been? Didn’t I tell you to stay home? Why are you running all over the place? Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?” Zhou Zhengzheng scolded her relentlessly.

The Demon Lord’s lips descended upon Zhao Hehuan’s delicate shoulder, lightly biting and greedily drinking in her scent.

Since this is the case, I have no choice but to lock you by my side, whether for myself or for the entire demon realm.

The village chief stroked his snowy white beard and looked back at another elder with equally white hair and beard. Both men were highly respected in the village, and now their eyes shone as they nodded in agreement to the chief.

The Samsara Space is just like this—sometimes urgent, leaving no time to react, and sometimes notifying you days in advance... utterly unpredictable.

She had always waited for him here, knowing that, in the end, he would return with the news she longed to hear and the warmth she knew so well.

The woman in front of him, Sister Hong—her full name was Cui Hong—would become one of the most renowned brokers in the world of mages, specializing in connecting mages in need with various government departments.

Lu Chen did not avoid Gu Churan’s gaze. Even if a certain place deep in his heart still ached uncontrollably, he knew this must be the peak of his love for her in this lifetime.

Chu Zhen looked her up and down, making Wang Xifeng uncomfortable; she thought he was remembering the night they spent together, when he had held her tenderly in his arms, savoring the moment again and again.

The cannon belched out a black cannonball, shooting swiftly toward the approaching procession in the distance—or, more precisely, toward Wang Qi’s carriage.

Among them, the Soaring Dragon Sword Array required several cultivators working together to deploy.

“I really didn’t expect you to know about formations,” Wan Jianling sighed in relief upon seeing Chen Jiusheng unharmed, then remembered his earlier performance.

Take, for instance, the Moon-Gazing Pill used for advancement; each one could sell for at least fifty spirit stones, and Zhou You had four of them.

But the Frost Dragon was equally terrifying—one breath seemed enough to freeze even the Myriad Souls Bag solid.

That was: not only must she relinquish custody, but she must also give up visitation rights. If she violated the terms, she would be forcibly deported and never allowed to return.

“As impressive as you may be, are you more impressive than I am?” Chen Xiangsheng smiled confidently, looking into Ji Bingxue’s eyes.

Overall, it was circular, covering an area of about one hundred and fifty square kilometers, and within it gathered many monsters.

It truly had been a long time—almost since their first meeting. To have tracked her for five or six years since then was admirable: one never changed addresses, and one’s memory remained vivid.

It was rather amusing; she had searched the entire floor for him and couldn’t find him, and now he was asking her where she’d been.

What Wang Ziyan valued was the location: situated on the northern shore of Houhai Lake in Xicheng District, thirty meters from the north bank and fifty meters from the water’s edge.

“You’ve suddenly become quite clever!” Ling’er tapped a peach-shaped heart and said, “Let’s take this back to the palace. I won’t say goodbye to him, nor will I return his cloak.” Having said this, Ling’er ran to Qi Rong’s grave, sat beside it, chatted a while, and then set off for the Marquis of Jiayong’s residence.

All at once, every grievance was directed at Murong Bo, and Xiao Feng and his father chased after him together, determined to kill their great enemy with their own hands.

Her composure was maintained solely so those around her would not worry.

Tang Xu did not come home that night, but he did return the following afternoon. The aunt had already started cooking; when she saw him, she added more dishes to the meal.

“How could Ah Jue leave without telling me? Must I really not see him these next two days?” Ling’er had barely parted ways before she began to miss him.

Of course, it wasn’t that Tong Cheng’er wasn’t bothered at all, but since he’d only bribed a single embroideress, it was forgivable.

Unlike when facing Nameless alongside Fang Baiyu, the radiance from the Childlike Golden Body illuminated Nameless’s position. Ye Fei could now, to some extent, track his movements. Though the details remained unclear, it was enough.

“I’m sorry. Can we start over?” As he spoke, a sudden burst of fireworks exploded across the sky.