Chapter 39

"No, Your Majesty! This old minister still believes that the Third Prince possesses the truest air of an emperor!" the Prime Minister hurriedly countered.

"I asked you why!" Luo Shuang trembled, feeling the weight of the Emperor's authority. It was a side of him she had never seen before; he had always been so attentive and doting, never once shouting at her in such a fit of rage as he did now.

Even though Luo Qianyi and Qu Ruyan felt a flash of surprise, they ultimately suppressed the strange sensation.

Even an indestructible golden body would be pulverized into nothingness under such a terrifying attack; perhaps only a cultivator who had attained the Golden Core stage could withstand such a strike.

Lin Shan couldn't help but chuckle at Gu Hong's expression. He knew that the man was a connoisseur of spirits, and this "Monkey Wine" was his ultimate weakness.

"It’s been a long time since I last saw you; I’ve missed you dearly. Besides, things haven't been going well lately, and I wanted to come and vent to you, to have a chat." I took the fragrant tea handed over by Wanyun and took a gentle sip.

Therefore, the Princess of Jin could only provide her confidants with security and benefits, but she could not join in their play. Even if she felt envious, she could only watch from afar, barely catching a glimmer of the joyful atmosphere.

"That was during the Mid-Autumn Festival five years ago. Because we had won a great battle, I was in high spirits and got hopelessly drunk at the victory banquet." Recalling those days, Zhize shook his head repeatedly in regret.

Xia Mo let out a sharp cry and gripped the door frame tightly, but the carriage jolted violently. Apart from the shrill neighing of horses beside her ears, everything else seemed to have come to a standstill.

Thinking that they would have to spend the rest of their lives constantly on the run from the behemoth that was the United States, their hearts grew anxious and restless.

Eugene lay face up, his face twisted in pain, his hands clutching his abdomen as blood stained his palms and clothes.

He was handsome with a slender build—a man of striking appearance—though the narrow corners of his eyes gave him a somewhat somber air.

Without a second thought, Link stomped on Sakata Gintoki's head, crushing it. The scene refreshed again, and the white-clad samurai reappeared on the street.

The two left the street and headed toward the nearby Holy Church. To digress on the geography of Fuyuki City: the Mion River divides the city into east and west. The east is Shinto, while the west is known as the old town, Miyama-cho. The Holy Church is located in the southeastern part of Shinto.

She must have been too lost in the past just now to stare at Xu Duan so brazenly.

These humans who had been eroded by monsters possessed extremely high intelligence. Judging by Lu Qiang's reaction just now, he was cunning and had become an extremely dangerous existence for humanity.

Zhou Ming marveled at the sight. Although he had ordered the skeletons to obey Jiang Shangcai's commands, it was truly difficult for skeletons with their near-zero intelligence to comprehend body language.

In the factory, fans creaked as they turned, blowing away some of the stifling heat. Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps, shining on the cups of water on the tea table, making them shimmer brilliantly.

Even though Xu Kun was unhappy that his title as team leader had been snatched, he had to admit that if he had been the one to step up, he would never have been able to say what Li Yu had just said.

The whole scene was brimming with athletic vitality, and coupled with the rhythmic accompaniment, it made one want to dance along.

They understood clearly that if they did not resist, there was still a chance of survival. After all, since Qin Tian hadn't killed them on the spot, it meant he didn't necessarily have to kill them. But if they resisted, it would be equivalent to "forcing" Qin Tian to kill them.

The Woniu Gang suffered heavy casualties in a short period and was eventually surrounded in a depression. Fortunately, the terrain here was complex, full of pits and mounds, making it easy to hide; the devils could not capture it for the time being.

To have been dealt a Queen and a King, yet still pretend as if one had only received a mediocre hand—this acting skill was truly impressive.

However, if they knew that Wang Ying was only eighteen years old this year and had only been cultivating for a little over a year, who knows what expressions would appear on their faces?

However, a Saint of the Heavenly Dao is still a Saint; they are very composed. The reason the Master of Tongtian did not come out to stop it in time was largely because he was studying the Origin of Creation. Thus, he did not think the murderer who had abducted the six Flower Saint spirits was particularly formidable.

Jenny was also quite straightforward; she took off her red dress and undergarments, then handed them over to the black man, Johnson, for inspection.

Before Duan Yixue's scream had even faded, Long Xiaoyuan suddenly shouted in anger and turned to attack Wang Mu.

Bullets whistled continuously, and the flashing sparks from the muzzles illuminated the area, their firepower shredding the incoming arrows into fragments.

The realm that all ancient martial artists dreamed of entering, Ye Feng had stumbled into quite inexplicably.

"I wonder which team drew the number two lot..." Huang Yubo immediately looked miserable. However, they hadn't expended much energy in the previous match, so if they didn't encounter a strong team, the chances of victory were still high.

As we floated above the open ground, looking down, the formation of strange stones became even clearer. From an aerial view, one could even discern the octagonal outline of the array.

After dealing with the office, Ye Zhenzhen put on a protective suit, picked up the sampling case, and entered the laboratory through the experimental passage, then proceeded into the P2 experimental zone.

Gao Yu's words had been very clear: this note with the warning message was by no means simple. It was highly likely that Lu Ming had now become a target for hunters.

Ye Zhongming took the items sent by Bai Feng, lowered his head to look, and revealed a barely perceptible smile.

Mu Yunzhi, however, could not see. She could sense that there was a very powerful aura over there, but she could not see the situation. Even without seeing it, she had an idea of what the situation might be like.

Just now, when Xu Ziqing asked him about the origin of this black energy, Xiao Yin hadn't actually told the truth. Because Xiao Yin had already discovered that this black energy was very similar to corpse energy, but not entirely.

He playfully tousled her dark, soft hair and kissed her smooth, full forehead, savoring the delicate and soft sensation beneath his lips.

In the front courtyard of the Flower Street, Shi Li saw several royal princes and princesses who had come to pick plum blossoms to make plum wine. Seeing that they were going to pluck the flowers, Shi Li’s face was filled with worry; after all, Mu Yunzhi was currently staying in the Plum Garden, and it wouldn't be good if the two parties ran into each other.