Volume 1, Chapter 41: I Truly Envy Lord Lu

Never before has Ankelin's life been as wretched as it is right now. Her parents suddenly divorced this morning, and now, after having done such a thing, Xu Xingguang's indifference cuts deeply into her heart.

Yin Xiangsi's words cause a slight crack to form in Bo Qinghuan's cold and hardened heart, as if something is slowly fading away while something else gradually begins to warm up.

Infected by the emotions of the students, the audience feels a sense of gratification rising within them, whereas the atmosphere at the judges' table becomes somewhat awkward.

It looks like that is all there is, yet each seedpod is quite large, with the biggest one being almost the size of a washbasin's bottom.

However, creatures like hummingbirds are somewhat limited in their movements. They rely on fennel flowers to move about, and during the winter or spring seasons when these flowers are absent, they do not venture out.

Yu Jie'er only feels a severe pain in her heart. Reaching this point, she realizes how reluctant she is to let go, wishing so much to catch even a glimmer of reluctance in Xu Xingguang's eyes, and wishing he would keep her by his side for the sake of all those years they spent together.

Jing Se estimates that in a backwater poor town like Huaqiao Town, a pawnshop offering a hundred taels of silver would already be considered quite generous, and that is assuming the most favorable estimate. If she were to run into a black-hearted proprietor, they might only offer a few dozen or even just a few taels. After all, there is only one pawnshop in the entire town, and the proprietor might well exploit this monopoly to quote an exorbitant, dishonest price.

Madam An presses her lips together. "Kelined is only because of work..." Realizing what she is about to say, Madam An immediately cuts herself off. She has always known that Master An is displeased with Kelin for trying to force him to abdicate his position.

Jing Se instantly plunges into deep thought, silently pondering that Emperor Taihe indeed cannot shake off his suspicious nature. If things continue to develop along this trajectory, would it not prove disadvantageous to Gu Beiyu?

Although the Great Xia dynasty does not subject Buddhist monks to examinations as rigorous as those of the Tang dynasty, it still maintains a rather meticulous testing procedure, one that is in no way inferior to the imperial civil service examinations.

Not daring to be negligent, the disciples together send several precious swords flying forward. With flashing sword lights, they instantly surround the monster in the center.

Hearing this word, Lin Chen feels a sudden thump in his chest. He used to be someone who paid no heed to fate, but now he finds himself somewhat afraid of it.

Xia Feng and the others are currently drinking at the Northern Army Command Headquarters when the duty officer enters to announce that someone wishes to see General Xia. Xia Feng instructs the duty officer to bring the visitor in. This person has been dispatched by Gao Shun; having witnessed Xia Feng being escorted away by the high-ranking officers of the Northern Army, and realizing that trouble has arisen, Gao Shun sent someone to deliver a message.

Empress Dowager Zhong has never taken the various imperial princes seriously. At present, Emperor Hongzheng is in the prime of his life and can easily live for another twenty years at least. With Emperor Hongzheng protecting Mingzhu, what can those discontented princes possibly do?

When Yan Rongling steps out of the Marquis of Yingyi's mansion, he suddenly halts his footsteps, turning around to gaze at the brand-new plaque of the marquis's residence and the complex of manor courtyards bathed in the evening glow.

Jia Huanren has been seated at his office desk for some time now, following his regular biological clock. Everyone knows how diligently and conscientiously he works for the safety of the settlement and the survival of the survivors.

"Go and take a look." Hearing the agonizing screams, Wang Xingren can wait no longer and points to one of the men beside him. At this moment, he is inside a specially constructed room on the second floor, its walls plated with a two-centimeter-thick layer of steel capable of withstanding any kind of bomb explosion without affecting the interior.

Having walked only a short distance through the knee-high grass, Lin Qingxuan suddenly trips over his own feet, seemingly kicking against some hard object.

Amidst the dense, all-encompassing rain, a low-key black Rolls-Royce executive car drives in slowly, forcefully tearing a gap through the curtain of rain.

Before Ning Sheng can react in time, a steamed bun strikes the back of her head, causing her hair to sweep to one side and revealing a ghastly scar.

"From the opening of the universe until the present, there has never been a precedent of anyone surpassing a saint," Yunzhongzi remarks.

"It is nothing, probably just because the weather is too hot." You Yitian does not want the others to worry. While speaking, he fans himself with a great deal of exaggerated earnestness.

Zhao Zhengce personally takes charge of the cooking, managing to make several crucian carp quite flavorful. After all, the twenty years he spent in the modern era were not lived in vain; although he was a civil servant, he occasionally had to cook for himself.

Saying this, Feng Wanli suddenly pauses. The atmosphere of the meeting was already somewhat gloomy to begin with, and now, as everyone remains silent, it grows even heavier. No one speaks a word.

The chillingly cold moon, or rather the Taiyin meteorite, smashes directly downward, imbued with the Macaque King's boundless ferocity and madness. The moon in the realm of gods and demons is different from the one on Earth; the moon here belongs to the Taiyin attribute and is exceptionally icy and cold.

Above that pillar of blue water, countless true dragons coil, winding straight up from beneath the sea surface to the base of the four-petaled flower. Countless true dragons hold aloft the azure-blue Maitreya Buddha.

Seeing Yunxiao arrive, Tathagata wears a slight smile on his face, reminiscent of when the two first met in the Intercept Teaching sect. Duobao softly calls out, "Junior Sister Yunxiao..." Yet, catching sight of Yunxiao's tear-stained face, he hastily closes his eyes tightly shut.

Similarly, the same applies to dealing with mirror magic. One cannot use excessively weak magic; the previous combination of super spherical lightning was undoubtedly too weak, which is why it was reflected back by the mirror magic instead. Hmph! This time I will unleash the most powerful magic, making it impossible for mirror magic to reflect it!

These two conflicting schools of thought endlessly entangle within Han Fei's mind, causing him excruciating agony. In the end, Han Fei remains tied to the Legalist lineage he founded, and thus, unconsciously, he arrives at the Three Immortals Island.

Such an emperor, possessing the aura to swallow the entire world, could never be suppressed by those chieftains and elders in the Behemoth Empire who know only petty schemes and plots.

Everything Yang Zhenenting mentions is clear to Huang Yuda. Practically every major operation is inseparable from Huang Yuda, and while Zhenting Group's ventures are extensive, they are still far from enough—human ambition expands infinitely.

What on earth is wrong with the people in the company today? Wasn't there a rumor that an executive wanted to propose? Why are they giving the flowers to her? Could it be that some other executive in the company has a secret crush on her?

Lorne angrily rubs his shoulders and back, his eyes spitting sparks straight at Ken. Yet Ken acts as though he notices nothing, crouching down once more.

"I know, but do you know what I was just smiling about?" Gu Quefeng收起 pulls back the teasing expression on his face and shifts his gaze forward.