Chapter 61
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Prison Lord looked at him with great relief as well. He did not remember the events of back then; he only knew about them through the accounts of Tang Zui and Si Mancheng. Right now, he simply felt that he had wronged this child terribly.
Prison Silk was outside making phone calls to her older brothers and sisters. Seeing Prison Lord come out, she put down her phone, ran over, and blocked his path.
Wang Chen’s Dragon-Capturing Skill was, from a certain perspective, truly defying the heavens—especially for someone whose inner state was on the verge of collapse, as it yielded absolute better results.
"Seven days from now. This will allow enough time for the other young masters of the Hidden Dragon Rankings to all rush back," Zhu Lier said.
Su Qianxun did not even know how to comfort her. Her own biological parents treated her like this; no one could truly remain indifferent.
"Of course, if it could be delivered into a human body to clear the meridians and acupoints, that would certainly be a wish come true, achieving the best of both worlds." Lu Yu felt that this method still had a high degree of feasibility.
"Su Qianxun, tell me... was it you who stopped Dragon Sijue from coming to see me?" Qiao Yiren was boiling with rage at the mere mention of this.
Yan Zhen’s Great Evil King slashed out abruptly, blocking the incoming sword with crisp decisiveness, accompanied by a resounding clang.
The boss’s current mood was definitely that of a mute eating coptis chinensis—suffering bitter grievances that could not be spoken of. He could only watch helplessly as Wang Chen reeled in the large fish from the pond one after another.
The eldest imperial prince, Chun, stared at her for a moment. Finding her righteous and confident enough, he finally grabbed the ladder and silently climbed up.
"Once the timing is ripe, there's no need to tell your family, or perhaps you can just tell your mom and dad that you've already graduated and landed a good job. Wouldn't that make them even happier?" I said, pointing at the two of them.
Shui Qing originally wanted to exercise her best-friend privilege—saying something half-joking like the time Yunyun and Yumo threatened to break off relations with her if she didn't forget Bai Zixi—yet she felt she no longer possessed any such privilege.
"Everyone can see that this time, the Paradise Lost of the Gods is much harder to break through compared to before," Justin spoke first.
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Anyway, Qin Yang had long since prepared himself for a bitter struggle in Qingyang City, fully ready both mentally and physically.
Lin Xianyur smiled with the corners of his lips and shoved the red envelopes from his pocket straight into the door crack. You Ming and Feng Yan frowned as they watched, only to find themselves beaten to the punch. Following Lin Xianyur’s posture, they knelt on one knee and slid their own red envelopes through. Every single one of them was thick and substantial, showing extraordinary generosity.
After her initial shock, Shui Qing thought to herself that indeed, seeing with one's own eyes does not always reveal the truth; who could have known that beneath the frozen exterior of this father and son, familial affection had never truly vanished?
The muscular man shouted loudly the moment he saw Zhou Dao slip into a stone cave. Recovering their wits at last, the others began to mimic him, starting to bombard the surrounding stone walls.
"Sigh, what on earth is going on? What have I been doing these past few days, how did they pass, and why do I have no memory of them?" Zhou Dao fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, Princess Tiya’s illustrious reputation was far-reaching, bearing the name of a sacred princess. All ministers and subjects submitted willingly, praising her and Prince Moss as an inseparable pair of "twin stars." Who could have ever imagined that the one who would ultimately unify Upper and Lower Egypt and be crowned with the brilliant double crown was actually the second son, Ramesses II, whom the subjects had not favored at all?
This matter had already blown up. At best, it would diminish their sales and leave them ignored; at worst, their products would be taken off the shelves entirely, and Jiang Feng might even suffer complete social ruin.
Countless martial artists present wore expressions of shock, while their complexions turned rather unsightly as well.
Between the two, a tiger-shaped savage beast lay dead in a pool of blood, lifeless. Beside it bloomed a spiritual flower, wreathed in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth—a glance was enough to tell it was extraordinary.
At this moment, the haughty immortal soldiers completely lost their former grandeur, one and all utterly submissive.
He sat cross-legged directly, his spatial ring flickered, and a golden sheet of paper appeared in Jiang Feng’s hand.
In Japan, there are many accounts regarding the Futsu-no-Mitama, with the earliest and most famous being the so-called Futsu-no-Mitama Sword.
Liuxing blocked John’s line of sight toward Qili, charged out of the Calamity Flame barrier, and shortened the distance to him while firing.
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Li Junhao possessed a type of troop unit called spies, and these spies were outstanding talents across various fields. Many of them were exceptional politicians, making it a waste of their talents to merely use them as spies. Thus, a large number of outstanding politicians could be selected from among these spies.
"Precisely. Therefore, he is merely a phantom raising impossible dreams, shamelessly living in past glories," Garde mocked Ren and his guild without a shred of pity.
The other three major awards were divided among other folk singers. Among them, the heavyweight award for Best Folk Singer was claimed by the famous campus folk singer Hu Junzhe.
Stepping out of the door, the wind swept in, carrying warmth. The sun was high in the sky—it was growing increasingly hot.
He must have truly lost his mind, for Ye Lexin asked nonsensically, "Don't you remember me?" It was simply unbelievable. Back then, although Anan was not particularly close to him, they were at least on good terms. Whenever she saw him, she would call him "Brother Lexin." What was the meaning of this attitude now? Had she lost her memory?
Seeing that Su Qianqian was about to be dealt with, Consort Rui refused to let go of such a fine opportunity and wanted to say something more, but her sleeve was tugged twice—it was Zhao Shuo.
She figured that Tan Yang must have considered the adults and children earlier and held his temper in check. In the past, they would have had a screaming match long ago.
The room quieted down, filled with the steady sound of breathing, one after another, gently scratching like a cat's paws.
"Thank you." Although Ye Kaicheng was confident, if Xu Shiyun wanted to help, he would not stop her. At the same time, he was deeply grateful for Xu Shiyun’s support of him and Xu Zuoyan.
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