Volume 1, Chapter 21: The Young Marquis Has Come Too?

"Here is some water. You should rinse your mouth; that taste in your mouth must be quite uncomfortable," Li Guyu said, thoughtfully handing a bottle of water to the soldier.

True enough, the merchant caravan outside the city had spotted Li Xiuning's three thousand cavalrymen. Chaos immediately erupted; hundreds of people abandoned their carriages, horses, and supplies, scrambling in a panic toward the city. With a creaking sound, the drawbridge was raised, and the city gates were gradually pulled shut by the combined efforts of the garrison.

Zong Sheng’s eyes turned cold. He turned sharply to see Qi Rong walking elegantly through the door. Behind her followed several dignitaries from the Five Great Clans, their brows furrowed, clearly burdened by heavy thoughts.

In Europe, Russia, Germany, and France were also beginning to consider taking advantage of this opportunity to reclaim the territories occupied by the Divine Kingdom.

Tian Yao knew this name purely from watching a Guinness World Records program in his previous life. As for whether Guinness beer was sold in Hong Kong, he did not know, nor did he care.

Since the other party had struck first, there was no harm in giving him a lesson. Even if it were brought to the Ministry of Justice or the Court of Judicial Review, it would only result in a monetary fine.

Tang Qiuzhen took two steps toward Li Jiahao and kicked him again. This time, Li Jiahao flew even further, nearly tumbling out of the banquet hall's entrance.

"Senior Brother, what should we call Master's mother? Should it be 'Mistress' or 'Grand-Mistress'?" Yulan asked from the side.

"Really? Big Sister, does one fruit equal one cent?" the child asked, his eyes filled with disbelief.

However, the old man sitting on the bed was experiencing an immense internal storm. It had been hundreds of years; he had attempted to heal his injuries many times, but every single effort had failed. Many of the elixirs he had consumed had not only failed to improve his condition but had instead made it worse.

The Seven-Kill Young Master was shaken back several steps in the void, and a drop of pitch-black demonic blood uncontrollably leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Tianyin had actually retreated several steps in a row, and everyone looked on at this scene in disbelief.

Because he had just been walking, Li Weiting’s forehead was slightly damp with sweat. Lin Sese naturally pulled a tissue from the box and handed it to him.

To confirm the relationship between Hao Hao and Luo Zhiming, she would have to go to the hospital for a paternity test. Furthermore, she had to consider what she would do if the results confirmed that Hao Hao and Luo Zhiming were indeed father and son; that would be equivalent to helping them truly reunite.

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However, the moods of the couples were not the least bit affected by the weather. They went on dates as planned and showed off their affection without hesitation. The park was filled with embracing figures, their intimacy lingering in the air.

To calm my nerves, I took a cigarette out of my pocket, lit it, and smoked in silence.

So, Mu Yan shook off his previous lethargy, kicked the chair beneath him away, and lunged forward to grab Ren Hechuan.

After a while, Ge Qingfeng brought up the topic I had anticipated. He said the deputy leader should be chosen from the younger generation of cultivators, as a way to provide them with an opportunity for experience.

"The young lady must be worried about the General and wants to follow him to live or die together. Sigh, that's why I told you—Miss Zisu has long been in love with our General. You'd better give up," Qin Tong said, turning to Chen San, who stood there looking stunned.

When I reached the door, I instinctively tried to pull the handle once more. To my surprise, this time the door opened.

Even without tasting the dish, the examiners were already exclaiming in wonder; this was the impact of a perfect culinary creation.

"We can't get out of Mulan City, and many ingredients are impossible to obtain. Now we can only eat dry flour cakes!" Kang Zhuang said helplessly.

Thorin, who had been driven out of the Lonely Mountain when he was but a child, finally felt a long-lost sense of kinship at this moment.

Everyone was quite experienced now; they knew that anything produced by Yang Ming was a精品, and one often had to fight to get a taste.

"Now that a suitable body has been found for you, you can leave to find your Master Blackwater," Yi Tian said.

But after she entered society and experienced the hardships of life, she finally understood the bitterness of others.

This was quite decent; it should be considered one of the best universes beneath a 5-star universe.

Park Myung-soo’s stiff smile was captured perfectly by the camera. One could imagine that, in post-production, it would surely become a major comedic highlight.

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Luo Quan had originally been smiling, but once he heard Li Qichao elevate the topic to such a height, he slowly sat up straight. Wang Wei also narrowed his eyes. He had assumed Li Qichao would continue talking about his "imaginary folklore studies," but he hadn't expected such a serious topic.

The tone was gentle, but to Shangguan Jin, it sounded like the most wicked curse. She opened her eyes in disbelief, seeing Qi Fan staring tenderly at her stomach. His gaze seemed to pierce through her thin clothing, sending a chill through Shangguan Jin’s heart.

The sounds of slaughter had not diminished in the slightest. One warrior after another seemed to have fallen into madness—and of course, they could not help but be mad. In such a chaotic scene, it was impossible to remain calm; even the spiritually-attuned warriors had bloodshot eyes.

Shangguan Jin nodded, then pulled Mo Xi and Pei Zijin to the side of the Yuanjin Sword. Her mood was calmer than it had ever been. She had experienced life and death many times; even if she truly could not escape this time, what of it? Her cherished ones were by her side; even in death, she would not be lonely.

Her face was like the moon in mid-autumn, her complexion like flowers in the spring dawn. Her eyebrows were like distant hills, her temples as if carved by a blade. It truly fit the saying: a natural charm resided entirely in her eyebrows, and a thousand emotions were gathered in the corners of her eyes.

As the cane struck the Second Aunt, the 'pop' sounds were accompanied by a shrill, bone-chilling scream that erupted from her throat.

However, I did not answer him. Instead, I let go of Zhang Huishan, set her on the ground, walked over to Su Biaofeng, and pulled the syringe out of his stomach.

Qingfeng looked at Mingyue with curiosity. Mingyue had been acting strange for the past few days; could she have done something behind the Palace Master's back?

Before Lu Hua could finish his sentence, another commotion erupted from the front carriage. Hang Yi and his companions exchanged glances; they knew the fifth victim had appeared.

"Watch out! They are very cunning and might attack us from all directions!" Ji Kairui warned his companions.

Speaking with a choked voice, Feng Ruoxue felt as if her feet were filled with a thousand pounds of lead with every step she took.

Turning off the television, she rubbed her temples in fatigue. She felt she truly couldn't find a moment of peace; the more idle she was, the more tired she felt. It would be better to just stay in the laboratory. Once fully immersed, there was no need to think about anything else—just the thought of it made her feel happy.