Volume 1, Chapter 45: Little Brother, You're Back!

Although it was unclear what Los meant by the unfinished word "God...", Dongfang Fengfeng's eyes lit up upon hearing that it could effortlessly kill a Martial God.

Moreover, it was evident that Yao Bufan was merely a spoiled child at heart. His inherent nature was quite good and lacked deep malice. Perhaps taking him under her wing and putting him to use would not be a bad idea. This was Ouyang Haoyu's ultimate assessment of him and the very reason for producing that string of bells.

Well, that is getting a bit off topic. Putting aside the concerns regarding the Mu clan, the two upgraded ancient illusion arrays that she, Ouyang Xiasha, had left behind before escaping were more than enough to ensure their safety. That is correct, ancient illusion arrays.

By the salt lake lay boundless salt pans. The Hami people continuously channeled lake water into the pans, waiting for the scorching sun to evaporate it, leaving the fields covered in shimmering white salt.

The lock on the door was a nine-palace exquisite pillar. A pair of slender, delicate hands fluttered like butterflies, and in no time at all, it was instantly unlocked.

Her father was the Demon Emperor, and her mother was already dead—this was a reality that could never be changed.

Grand Chancellor Huo Xian frowned deeply at this state of affairs, while the pedantic Liu Ban had long since pointed his finger at Tie Xinyuan's nose and scolded him repeatedly.

Moving across the soft sandy ground, their speed was no less than that of battle horses. Their towering physiques formed a lofty wall, serving as the ultimate shield for the charging cavalry.

Ever since he learned that his mother had set foot upon the Gobi Desert, Tie Xinyuan would stand upon the city walls of Qingxiang Valley every single day, gazing in the direction from which she would arrive, sometimes staring for an entire day.

"Since you already possess Cui Daocheng as a pawn, why did you still spend a large sum of money to have Zhang Long assist you?" The sparring match between Lu Da and the others had long since concluded, and Yao Lanzhi was walking shoulder to shoulder with Zhong Yanfeng along the path, clearly heading back to class at the Imperial Academy.

Players like Insigne and Giaccherini could only dream of breaking into the national team's starting lineup. Although many of his teammates had reported for national duty, a vast majority of them never got to play a match.

Fortunately, it was not a World Cup qualifier; otherwise, Iceland would have suffered a tremendous loss encountering such a freakish opponent.

Accompanied by a hair-raising sound, one of the Treant's branches rapidly thickened. In an instant, it grew to a size almost comparable to the main trunk itself, and the next moment, this massive branch violently lashed upward.

Sweat beaded across his resolute cheeks. Totti merely pressed his lips together gently, focusing intently on the football before him for a long time. Perhaps this hard-won opportunity had caused him to contemplate numerous ways to take the shot?

"Your Highness is far too polite. I was also in the wrong regarding the events of the other day, and today, resolving the matter clearly is naturally for the best!" Zhong Yanfeng replied with the demeanor of a modest and gentle scholar.

A massive shield smashed toward his head, but the First Prince nimbly dodged, evading the crisis. His curved saber sliced through the air once more, and a miserable scream attested to the success of his strike.

After taking their seats, waiters immediately served tea and water. None of the four was in a hurry, as fine food was something that deserved to be awaited patiently.

Yao Xiong was perhaps the only male member of the Yao family whom Zhong Yanfeng held in any regard. However, this "Yao the Invincible" also suffered from the Yao family's trademark flaw: a severely deficient strategic vision. It was precisely because he had backed the faction advocating the abandonment of cities, headed by Empress Dowager Xiang, that he had been demoted and disciplined, though as time had passed, there was no longer any need to dwell on that.

Diaochan shook her head helplessly. Shen Huan really was something else; he dared to speak his mind about anything, especially remarks like those, without any reservation whatsoever. Did he even realize that he was a person living in ancient times?

Seeing the Eighth Princess smile so seductively, Chu Qingluo had a preordained premonition that she would undoubtedly make the impulsive suggestion of wanting to watch someone lift a cauldron before long.

Since there was no stock on hand, Lin Yi's father paid a partial deposit. The jade shop would source the items from the place of origin according to their specifications. Along the way, I had Lin Yi's father purchase some ready-made Hotan seed jade and jadeite to take back. Before the scheduled Hotan seed jade arrived, I could conduct a few preliminary experiments.

Her tone was severe, harsh, and aggressive, causing Lady Xiao's initial bellyful of grievances to vanish instantly. She retreated step by step, completely stripped of any imposing aura befitting a marquis's wife.

As she drew close to the steps of the Altar of Heaven, she was slightly careless and trod upon the trailing cloak of the person in front of her.

"Will Xiaoxiao be all right being so close?" Li Yanxin's heart was filled with worry. Moyan grabbed Li Yanxin's hand from the side, offering silent comfort, though Moyan's own heart was equally restless and anxious at that moment.

Fortunately, Uncle Zhang and Mama Xu kept the manor clean and orderly, so they only needed to replace the mattresses and pillows with fresh ones.

"Fourth Nephew's Wife speaks so mysteriously, how would the mistresses and maids of the other households know whether the maids of my main household are diligent or lazy?" Watching Yuqiao speak with such vibrant enthusiasm while contrasting her own disheveled state, the First Madam immediately felt deeply resentful inside.

"Hmph! Don't talk to me about the legal codes of the netherworld; those were formulated by my older cousin and are completely invalid to this palace," Baiwufeng retorted willfully.

She was reluctant to expose her "bad luck with grasping objects" in front of so many people, nor did she wish for others to fathom her inner thoughts.

Chu Qingluo naturally heard these rumors as well. In her view, this undoubtedly pushed the Eighth Princess back into the tempestuous limelight.

That eccentric expression was subsequently met with a flurry of punches and kicks from Zhang Mengmeng, instantly attracting the attention of numerous students.

Cui Tingyu did not appear by the end of the rehearsal, yet Ye Chen gained the most from this session.

The other venerable deities were likewise astonished. To the younger generation, the Old Man of the Three Rivers might be entirely unfamiliar, but to these deities who had lived for millions or even tens of millions of years, it was a thunderous and awe-inspiring name.

Hearing the shout from his subordinate, Fatty Yun's face immediately registered excitement, and with a few agile leaps, he sprinted toward the spot.

Chu Chengyi, who had been standing with his back to the door, spun around abruptly, his gaze—deep as the ocean—fixed intently upon her. The expression he had failed to withdraw in time remained utterly gloomy.

After a deeper understanding, it turned out that Dong Tiancheng had come to the capital to work just to fulfill his wife's wish, dividing his time between odd jobs and visiting the Bayi Film Studio.

Shao Hanxi had been saved by Ning Dao, and while he harbored no hostility toward Ning Dao for the moment, neither did he wish to see him die. However, given the current circumstances, it was impossible for him to protect Ning Dao.

Early in the morning, Ye Chen joined the team to begin training. Although he was now a student by status, he had always considered himself a soldier, and upon arriving at the military region, he naturally could not slack off.

"Why should I let go?" Gong Yin said with a smile that was not quite a smile, naturally reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.