35 Containing Warmth

"Yes, this time, let me experience the methods of the Marquis of Wen for myself," Zheng Zha said, putting on quite a show.

This was the third portion of pale gold liquid Li Yang had found. A month had passed since he subdued the silver mouse. During this time, every ten days, Li Yang would enter the space within the tripod to recover his stamina, ensuring he was well-prepared for any unexpected events.

"You fellow, are you human or ghost?" Song Tian asked, glaring viciously at the person before him while brandishing his blade.

Although Peng Fei was secretly annoyed, she did not want to cause trouble, so she tried to move aside. To her surprise, the person reached out toward her head, and caught off guard, her hat was knocked off.

"Even so, as a councilor, failing to appear at the council for over half a year is simply unjustifiable, isn't it?" Ouge seized every opportunity to fire shots at Murong Chen.

"Take it off!" Xia Yenuo roared like an enraged lion. Although he walked with a limp, it did not hinder him from pushing Huo Xin'er behind the curtain. It had been several months, but the injuries to his body had yet to fully heal.

It was not until 9:00 PM that Ding Yaoyang finally returned a recently awakened Hao Xin to her home. Seeing Hao Xin's devastated expression caused Ding Yaoyang heart-wrenching pain.

"Why does Lu Bu not kill anyone?" Just as Yuan Shao was feeling dejected, Cao Cao suddenly muttered this. Cao Cao's voice was not loud, but because all the warlords present were stunned by Lu Bu's combat prowess, there was complete silence, and as a result, everyone heard him.

With a gentle clap, dozens of biscuit soldiers formed on the deck, rushing forward one after another to intercept the thunderous shells whistling through the sky.

Before he could even enjoy the meal in front of him, a call came through to Kimi's mobile phone.

When he returned home, Yang Yi had entrusted all affairs of Mingyue City to Senior Brother Zhang, keeping him incredibly busy. Not wanting to disturb him, Yang Yi headed directly to the Tianxia Martial Arts Hall.

At this moment, the iron-skinned rhinoceros had bloodshot eyes, staring fiercely at Wu Yan. Suddenly, it turned and bolted toward an open area, clearly attempting to escape.

The remaining Northwest Wolves could not escape the blockade set by the instructors, most of them being whipped to the ground by military belts.

Shen Jianxing did not expect another burst of fist energy. He sneered, swinging his long sword with composure; the dragon-shaped energy vanished into nothingness.

"That kick just now had nothing to do with movement techniques or speed; it was purely a collision of strength," the old man questioned again.

An incredibly fierce aura erupted from the Cosmic River, making everyone feel as if they had fallen into an icy abyss, watched by some terrifying entity.

"There is another two hundred thousand spirit stones here to serve as working capital for our shop. Take it and manage the accounts well," Wu Yan said, handing another storage bag to Shen Yanqiu.

He led us into Liucheng Village, as the place we were staying was on the outskirts, near the highway where commercial activity was dense.

Meanwhile, Niko had just emerged from his residence, yawning, preparing to deal with those finicky Eastern gentlemen when he received a call from his subordinate.

Yanhuang Leize rose again and again, sprinting forward, only to crash into the Heavenly Gang Qi wall, collapsing with his head bloodied. Yet, he climbed up again and again to launch another charge.

Jin Niang had woven it from white wool blended with purple silk thread. The edges were adorned with tassels and fringes, with tiny beads dangling beneath them. The shawl looked both beautiful and noble, feeling soft, warm, and comfortable to the touch.

The leadership of the Hetao region had a favorable impression of Xiang Xing, as they were comrades who had started out together in Dingzhou. Although their positions now differed, this did not hinder their friendship. Just like Ouyang Jingzhong—though he was the pillar of the Qingfeng Empire, that did not prevent Haotian and the others from respecting him.

Leng Huating pouted and rolled his eyes at her, saying, "I won't tell you." With that, he turned away, refusing to look at Jin Niang.

Because of this, Yu Niang became exceptionally affectionate toward Jin Niang, as if they were long-lost sisters.

She wasn't dead—that was a relief. Guo Yi felt a sense of ease; people were truly strange—a moment ago he was worried she would kill him, and now he was worried she might die.

The seven heroes were visiting the Snow God Mountain for the first time. Curious about the new environment, they called for two outer sect disciples to act as guides and began exploring the mountain.

Tang Fei walked in and felt a surge of rich spiritual energy rushing toward him. It felt as though he didn't even need to cultivate; the energy was drilling directly into his nostrils, which was incredibly refreshing.

The Sixth Elder nodded and ordered the elders of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect to stay behind and hold the line, blocking reinforcements from various directions, before leading Shadow, Dark Ghost, and nearly two hundred Nascent Soul cultivators to storm the Wanqing Sect.

The room was quiet for a moment. The maids kneeling on the floor dared not even breathe, hoping that the old lady would find nothing and release them soon.