Volume 1, Chapter 41: Nightmares for the Whole Family

"Mmm..." Unlike his usual cold and aloof tone, his voice at this moment was deep and mellow, a soft sigh escaping his throat that seemed to melt right into one's bones, making a person sink along with him.

She had never felt this relaxed before—not once in her past life and present life combined.

He frequently aided the impoverished and took pleasure in helping others, earning a stellar reputation and being hailed as one of the "Eight Stewards." Figures like Cao Cao and Yuan Shao befriended him and held him in high esteem.

Hearing the order, the Yellow Turban soldiers hurriedly moved into action, breaking open the commoners' doors and thoroughly ransacking their homes for grain.

Daring not to delay any further, she deftly undid all the buttons and helped Lu Changqing take off his shirt. The man's skin had a rosy flush, with a slightly deeper red spot just below his right breast. Even while sitting down, his waist and abdomen were remarkably flat, and the faint outlines of his abs were still visible.

The officials of the Second Prince's faction, relying heavily on the Second Prince's current favor and the fact that his birth mother was the Empress, behaved recklessly and used their official positions to amass massive fortunes.

If he refused to accept it, it would make him seem overly indifferent to such a rare cultivation manual, which defied common sense and would be difficult to explain.

These very people had just been showing me pitiful faces, begging me to save them and not to withhold their overdue wages, yet now they could sit here enjoying a lavish feast, conspiring on how to blackmail and extort me.

"Gentle! Don't break my chair!" Zhang Rang heard the sound of Zhao Zhong sitting down and turned to say. He did not keep useless items in his room; even his chairs were crafted from the finest wood of the era, though the provenance of that wood was enough to cost someone their head.

Earlier, when Gong Liancheng announced the conclusion of the manor examination and that eighty-nine people from the northern district had entered the western manor, a series of consecutive prompts had sounded in Tang Yi's mind.

Up in mid-air, Tang Yi felt a surge of hot blood rush up and clog his throat; a mouthful of blood almost burst from his open mouth.

The boundless force of the wind transformed into irresistible wind blades, riddling Xiang Yu's body with countless holes in an instant. The Heaven-Burning Demonic Armor manifested just in time to fend it off, but he was still sent flying, soaring into the distance like a shooting star.

Zhang Yi thought of the chilling cold emanating from that bag, and a wave of guilt couldn't help but wash over him, making him shiver slightly.

This was not merely the advancement of a single disciple, but the elevation of disciples across the entire palace, and all achieved in a short span of time. It was utterly astounding.

With that, he clicked on the top-up interface. Although there was still a considerable amount of Cliff Coins in his account, it was still a bit short of reaching Marshal status.

At the middle-aged man's command, the crowd, having grown impatient from waiting, rushed forward one after another, heading straight to kill Xiang Yu.

Hurry as she might, she finally made it to the airport before ticket check-in and boarding. Not long after, boarding began, and thankfully she hadn't missed it.

Time was pressing; more than a dozen military heavy gunships had approached the battleship, retaliating with missile bombardments. Unfortunately, the effect was negligible. Even with its internal landing troops cleared out, its weight remained mountain-like, making it increasingly difficult to shake.

"Stone City is merely a temporary residence for His Majesty. Surely Your Majesty does not intend to stay in Stone City for the rest of his life?" Wei Jie's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, which matched his usual demeanor when facing Sima Yao.

At this moment, Zuo Jun truly could not decipher Master Yao's expression, which seemed filled with sorrow, resentment, and the bewildered confusion of someone trapped in the maze of past memories.

Seeing that Liu Sanshu actually presumed to act as his senior martial brother, Zuo Jun decided not to say anything more. Anyway, he had been taken advantage of by everyone all along this journey; he had inexplicably acquired seven or eight adoptive fathers and mothers back in the village, and just a moment ago he had gained a cheap uncle, so adding one more senior brother was no big deal.

Amidst the shocked gazes of everyone, Qin Yang suddenly made his move. Without drawing a weapon, he threw a single punch, and countless fist prints condensed in the air, instantly crashing toward the opponent's spear strike.

The Wind-Rider. This black-robed person was precisely a Wind-Rider, who never mobilized unless it was a matter of grave national emergency.

Just as Master had said, once Qing Mu fled, not to mention Lady Min, the secret agents planted by the Quicksand State within the Chu State would henceforth vanish without a trace, leaving no clues behind. With Chu being so vast and populous, where on earth was one to look for them?

"Chuckle, you did me a huge favor last time. I originally wanted to treat you to a meal, but you never had the time. Let's share some wine today; consider it my treat." Ye Mei'er reclined lazily on the sofa and poured him a glass of wine.

Three teams of beautiful nurses were arranged in a triangular formation, with one team swaying their waists and striking all sorts of intensely charming poses.

"Actually, everyone shouldn't be afraid. Our task was originally to win the championship or stir up trouble anyway. Since everyone intends to win, we'll cross paths with our academy's main team sooner or later. Will you all voluntarily forfeit then?" Yang Bian said with a chuckle.

At dawn, a rich fragrance drifted through the courtyard, waking everyone up with its scent. Ye Mei'er and Zhang Mengqi had fallen asleep in the second half of the night, yet for some reason, they felt not an ounce of drowsiness; instead, they were full of vigor, as if they had suddenly grown several years younger.

Looking at the frosty chill on Chi Huan's face, Quan Quan felt her vision go dark, her temples throbbing violently. Truly, sitting quietly in the shop brought uninvited disaster; why did this particular person have to show up at their place?

"If there's an opportunity another day, I must ask you to teach me a thing or two about this incense-making craft," Han Ning said with a smile, taking her hand.

Shen Yan had not spent much time with this stepmother; she and Shen Qu were already grown, and usually, there was hardly any interaction between them.

Although Shen Xi had seen plenty of the world, to be honest, hearing him say such words to her still sent an involuntary tremor through her heart.

First, it was thin—painfully, sickly thin. Not only its ribs, but every joint along its spine and the skeletal structure of its limbs could be seen through its slack skin. It was a sick lion, yet its roar was unexpectedly full of vitality, sounding as though it could never have come from such a frail body.