Chapter 64: Not to Returnthe Favoris Impolite

"Hiss—"

That scoundrel Sheng Xingye was getting more and more outrageous, tossing and turning her for the greater half of the night.

Her poor waist!

No, if this continued, she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer sooner or later.

The scoundrel simply had to practice abstinence.

"Awake?"

A scorching breath brushed against her ear. "A day's plan lies in the morning, my wife, let's go again..."

"Bang!"

A certain someone lying stark naked on the floor looked at Yun Zhaozhao in disbelief.

Of course, all expenses would be paid out of Xu Jiang's own pocket. Long Jianfei was not polite at all; once business was discussed, everyone bade farewell one by one and returned to their respective homes.

Lu Chenxi was extremely displeased. She could tolerate others speaking ill of her, but she could not bear to watch someone she cared about suffer grievances.

Back in the day, Ancestor Jinzhu went into a seclusion of death, vowing not to emerge until he reached the Realm of Kings. Ever since Wan Ziliang succeeded as the sect master, he had only ever heard of Ancestor Jinzhu's existence and had never actually interacted with him.

Li Zhicheng leaped up, vaulted onto a rooftop, and dashed forward. The Azure Dragon Guardian, Feng Juecheng, and the others swiftly dashed past, with the Fiend Soul trailing less than a hundred paces behind. A chilling, fishy gale swept across their backs, stinging their skin.

In today's world, there are very few people who still remember Yang Guo. The vicissitudes of time have passed; in a mere century, the martial arts world has already cycled through two or three generations. Coupled with the Mongol regime's deliberate suppression of information and crackdown on martial artists, truly very few people in the pugilistic world know of the legendary figures from a century ago.

Ultimately, the Directorate of Ceremonies would dispatch a dedicated imperial messenger. Of course, for particularly important estates or significant matters, Eunuch Hu would make the trip personally.

That giant clad in black had defeated them with just a casual wave of his hand—what terrifying power was this?

The corners of Ye Tian's mouth curved up slightly. Right now, he was somewhat looking forward to seeing how Li Jian actually planned to deal with him.

Walking through the Hyuga clan's compound toward her own home, for some reason, a growing sense of unease settled in her heart.

The blade descended at lightning speed, leaving a bloody gash across Han Song's head as it seemed the next instant he would drop dead on the spot.

The ordinary citizens across the entire Douro Continent knelt and bowed their heads in farewell, as if they were witnessing the descent of heavenly deities.

The martial artists behind him immediately burst into jubilant cheers, beginning to flatter him in every possible way. The martial artists from Sakura Star in particular were practically ready to press their faces against the other man's backside.

Following them were the Dean of the First Research Institute, Wen Dian the President of the Maoshan Taoist-Monster Alliance, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Special Abilities Brigade.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you walk down the streets and alleys of Xixi City, you are liable to encounter someone splitting bricks with their bare palms or kicking iron balls with their feet at any given moment.

Upon returning to the Dragon God Society's stronghold from the Tale of Snakes, Qi Cangtian simply could not resist his admiration for the pristine, archaic famous sword, turning it over in his hands to inspect it thoroughly once more.

Sun Qian and Wang Dang exchanged glances, and only then did a sudden realization dawn upon them! They felt that Zhang Yan's words were entirely correct! In the past, whenever they suffered a defeat, they were routed completely for a thousand miles—how could they possibly have had the foresight to consider so many things?

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" Chen Dong made a face, struggling mightily to hold back his laughter as he forced himself to look serious.

The Nine-Headed Phoenix spoke with a hint of ingratiating flattery, while Huimian covered her mouth and giggled nearby, because, truth be told, the Nine-Headed Phoenix had never uttered such words before.

The new king abruptly stood up, his movement so forceful that his entire body swayed upon the high platform. Yet his ferocious expression and furious roar drove his forward-leaning torso straight up, displaying an intense, ghost-like ferocity reminiscent of a fiend about to devour someone.

Having unified the gang factions and restrained his subordinates from committing outrages, the authorities above were quite happy to see this outcome and thus tacitly permitted his existence.

In a flash, the soul-choking, lethal crossbow bolts pierced through men and armor alike, often skewering three or four people with a single shot, instantly throwing the vanguard of the Turkic army into total chaos.

In any case, Gu Zheng refused to believe it. He could sense that Katarina's defensive guard was even heavier than his own, an otherworldly visitor. To this day, he still knew nothing about Katarina's middle name, race, birthplace, religious beliefs, family background, age, or any of the other basic details that close friends ought to naturally know.