52 Hazelnut Ice Cream

"We'll take it one step at a time. I was planning to hide out at Ronin Cliff for a while, what do you think?" Shen Jiannan asked hesitatingly.

"Although Lord Lin has repeatedly resorted to violence against Annam, Annam's restoration and rightful return are inextricably linked to him. Furthermore, he is blessed with peerless talent and extraordinary statecraft. Even as an enemy rather than a friend, from His Majesty down to the commoners, no one in Annam dares to address him by his given name," the Vietnamese envoy explained naturally, without the slightest sign of reluctance.

Meanwhile, Tang Xin released a boundless, world-illuminating Buddhist radiance from within himself, instantly illuminating a vast expanse of the Ninth Circle of Hell.

Seeing the three characters "Shen Jiannan," he grew even more excited, his mind filled with countless fantasies. Having heard on the road back that Shen Jiannan was actually an imperial prince, he had been overjoyed at the time. His haste in finding his uncle was precisely to share this news.

The Crown Prince felt something was amiss, but could not pinpoint where the problem lay. According to the plan, he brought the village head before the Prince of Qi.

Inside the banquet hall, voices were raised in intense argument and clamor. Lin Zhuo smiled silently; the brothers of the Chosen Society were growing increasingly shameless. As natural leaders from various regions, once they banded together, they became absolute experts at manipulating the discourse.

Li Bo and a subordinate firmly pinned Zhou Cang down, while another subordinate stepped forward, untied the horse-tripping belt from the tree, and trussed Zhou Cang up tightly over the shoulders and across the back.

Hua Yumeng listened in a daze, feeling that the great monk's words carried a hidden meaning. But when she tried to ask further, Master Wuhui had already walked into the inner hall without another word, leaving Hua Yumeng alone in the Buddha hall, lost in blank, infatuated thought.

Mu Ningyou reached out and picked up the piece of raw stone, lifting it high above her head to examine it carefully against the sunlight. Under the illumination of the sun, the rough stone reflected dazzling seven-colored rays, exceedingly striking and beautiful.

"Damn, what is going on here? Yueyue isn't your biological daughter? Why does she look so much like you?" Lin Zhengfeng was terribly startled.

They originally intended to blurt out Xiao Yao's title, but Best had specifically reminded them upon their arrival that the boss's identity must not be leaked, so they temporarily omitted the words "Yama."

"What are your plans, Senior?" Tang Xin felt a jolt in his heart. Sure enough, it was that fellow again. Ever since they appeared in Baiyue City, he seemed to linger like an unlaid ghost, present everywhere. Now, he had even arrived in a place like Black Mountain City ahead of them.

The police officer took out handcuffs to snap onto Feng Qian, then asked Zhao Hao how to proceed. Zhao Hao instructed them to escort the suspect to his home; since the suspect reacted so violently at the sight of the police, there must be some unspeakable secret hidden inside his house.

Sleepwalkers do not perceive corners or intersections in their dreams; in their subconscious minds, all such paths are completely straight.

That was the sorrow of struggling helplessly against destiny, the sorrow of realizing that all one's efforts were ultimately nothing more than an illusory dream bubble, the sorrow of ultimate death.

Counting him and Chen Qingzi leading the soldiers of the C-Division, along with the C-Division soldiers and cavalry at the main camp, they should still have over a thousand men under their command. Yet now, the number of men hugging the ground behind the boulders was fewer than three hundred—an eighty percent casualty rate.

However, Lin Xuanzhu hated his own useless, naive, and foolish self even more.

When Lin Yingjie was killed, and the tragedies that might have befallen him were gradually reversed, Lin Xuanzhu felt a wave of gratitude and wild joy. The family members he cherished and cared about had suffered no harm, and all tragedies would never happen again.

Subsequently, the two followed Ling Mei to complete the paperwork and directly obtained the "resources" Ling Mei had mentioned.

Guan Yu's occupation of Xiangyang City had become an established fact. Although Cao Cao commanded two elite main forces—the Tiger Guard and the Divine Wing armies—if he were to attack Xiangyang City with its deep moats and high walls, he would undoubtedly suffer heavy losses.

Indeed, Li昊 (Li Hao) already felt that he was on the verge of a breakthrough, yet after cultivating for several days, he discovered he still could not break through. Unsure of the reason, Li Hao could only take it slow.

Therefore, Chen Guang decided to secure a future for his son by personally writing a will and asking Zhao Gao to pass it on to his son on his behalf. That mouthful of dark, stagnant blood was the precursor of an incurable illness accumulated over a long time, signaling that his days were numbered.

Perhaps cowed by Qi Tai's clearly delirious state, or perhaps holding a tiny glimmer of hope for him, the guards offered no resistance, parting to the left and right as Qi Tai strode through.

Hearing Copper Hammer's shout, Sells and Niveya rushed over at the first instance. Seeing that Qi Tai had regained consciousness, they were naturally overjoyed.

Now that the Fourth Immortal War was about to truly erupt, the situation was even more alarming. The Primeval Continent no longer possessed Supreme-level experts. Those otherworldly Supremes, who were once considered utterly worthless in the eyes of the old fossils and the Wuji, had now become invincible entities.

This telepathic jade talisman was linked to his mind and soul. If anyone used it to contact him, he would be able to sense it even while in closed-door seclusion.

Later on, the spiritual energy within his body began to circulate automatically, attempting to resist this immense pressure.

Based on what Blue Sentinel had said previously and what he was saying now, he had already guessed why he was addressed as the Sect Master while Ye Le was referred to as the Deputy Sect Master.

Wang Ming was simply speechless regarding his own constitution. The teasing from everyone made his face flush a deep red, but fortunately, they knew where to draw the line, and after a burst of loud laughter, they dispersed.

A major reason he could abandon Lian Ling and rush here was that he could check on her condition at any time. No matter how far away he was, as long as he could see that she was still alive, he would not lose his mind.

They all yearned for the God of Light to descend, to banish the darkness for them and bring light, hope, beauty, and warmth.

Had it not been for Lord Qiao, she would never have known that there were so many things in this world she had never seen or known before.

Anthony's gaze involuntarily drifted toward the dark aperture. Merely staring at it again made his body want to draw closer, to enter... A magician possessed an irresistible instinctive reaction toward the Holy Grail.

It was also after that accident that Nura Rihan fell into a deep sleep, while Rikuo, having awakened once, grew intensely averse to yokai.

The outpatient clinic now felt like an isolated spot on Wall Street beneath the harsh daylight. The golden skyscraper on one side offered the finest protection, yet one never knew when it would be struck by the fallout.