Traversing the Middle Ages 061

Another burly man was about to reply when the pununk suddenly opened his mouth and bit down hard on the back of the man's right hand.

Still straddling the motorcycle, it shot forward for more than twenty meters before crashing violently into a wooden shed.

Seeing her beloved older brother held in her arms, his hands trembling incessantly, his breath fading, and in excruciating pain, Li Zimei cast aside all concerns for her purity. Slowly lowering her head, she pressed her lips fiercely against Shen Canglan's thin ones, continuously infusing him with her breath and vital energy.

Of course he had noticed it—the unfriendly gaze Lin Mengmeng had cast his way the moment those two came over to speak with him.

"That would be best. I will accompany Yan'er to view them, and we will surely find something to her satisfaction," Chu Yunqian said tenderly.

"Then, after dinner tonight, we shall play the zither and flute in harmony and sing while drinking to the wine," Xuanyuan Jingye said with great anticipation.

Ling Xian felt quite indifferent to all this, but besides surface-level awkwardness and tension, Li Lizhi felt a lingering trace of inner doubt and astonishment.

Wu Siyuan and Young Master Fu had also learned a few days prior about the marital trouble the couple was experiencing. Coincidentally, they had gone to see him that very day, right after the Thirteenth Prince had thrown a massive uproar in his courtyard before finally departing.

She herself did not know why she was suddenly so utterly obedient to Zhao Kai at this moment, without the slightest intention of defying his words.

Perhaps if his cultivation reached the sixth grade, he would have more options at his disposal, but right now, he was truly and utterly helpless.

Upon his arrival, Guibao first took a stroll around the city to see what major changes had taken place in Anning City over the past dozen years or so. While the architecture of Anning City retained much of its former grace, the level of hustle and bustle was vastly diminished. After all, the Anning Valley cultivation world had undergone numerous upheavals, leading to a sharp decline in the number of cultivators.

"Such a lifelike 'person', yet incapable of attacking or speaking—it truly is nothing more than a phantom," Fairy Lingyin muttered in sheer amazement, staring fixedly at the phantom beside her. She then reached out and touched the phantom's body, only to feel a sensation that was both soft and intensely cold.

Huorong's divine powers and cultivation were all rooted in the Innate Spiritual Fire Body-Forging Scripture. His primordial divine abilities could rival those of saints, and unless one possessed supreme karmic fortune, this scripture could not be easily imparted.

Long Mingxin sensed a familiar gaze and looked up to see that Ruo Mengxue and Feng Yuling were actually in this very class.

The divine arm bow was a lethal weapon of the state, and the Wutuo army also had quite a few crossbowmen, so they naturally knew how to use it. After a day of instruction, the water warriors finally grasped its operation.

"Well said." Wang Shen nodded repeatedly while inwardly astonished: This fellow has maxed out his agitation skill tree; how formidable.

"Very well. Since matters have been settled, this junior brother will go attend to his affairs first," Jing Xiaolai stated coldly.

The devil was drawn by Yang Yi's loud shouting. Turning his head to glance at Yang Yi, he instantly went dumbfounded as well, because Yang Yi was practically an old acquaintance to him. To make matters even more exasperating, Yang Yi always seemed to find a way to trap him inside a ring; no matter how many times the ring was destroyed, Yang Yi always managed to acquire a new one.

The Contraceptive Great God, lurking around Yang Yi, had become thoroughly familiar with Yang Yi's daily habits and even his manner of speaking. As the saying goes, "near red one is red, near black one is black," and before long, the Contraceptive Great God's way of speaking had become nearly identical to Yang Yi's, effortlessly tossing out phrases like "your grandfather."

"If we speak of harboring benevolent thoughts in one's heart, who in heaven and earth can compare to the disciples and followers of the Buddhist lineage!" Huorong smiled and said.

On the park pathways of Zhongnanhai, five pure black military-grade Hongqi sedans were parked. The one in the very middle was the most conspicuous, bearing the license plate Jiache 0001, which indicated it was Elder Deng's exclusive vehicle. Although the remaining five were not quite as striking, they all began with the character Jia.

Before him, three white-haired imperial physicians in official robes had fine beads of sweat covering their foreheads as they bowed in unison.

The elderly Taoist nun could not help hesitating. She knew Princess Baiyu wanted her to speak, but if she were to voice those words, wouldn't it be an act of treason?

In the days that followed, Huizhu truly began to busy herself. At first, she only mapped out the general approach, but afterward, she had to execute the minute details. True to form, Huizhu assigned all the tasks accordingly, but after a few days, problems arose as some individuals started stirring up trouble.

"Hey, hey... Why are you like this? Did you sweep the chessboard away just because you knew you were going to lose?" Warren asked, staring at Sutton with unconcealed displeasure and speaking in a rush.

Hearing Ling Deyang's words just then, Liu Jia and Liu Chan gritted their teeth as well. Throwing caution to the wind, they followed right behind Qin Yi and Ling Deyang, their bodies transforming into streaks of light as they surged forward.

Xiren, Canghai, Qiushui, and Xiangyun. Canghai was Concubine Tong's person, but what about the other three? Which palace's spies and deep-cover agents were they? With nearly twenty people up and down the Palace of Earthly Tranquility, was there anyone at all whom she could truly trust?

Naturally, to avoid exposing their identities, answering or speaking in Mandarin was strictly prohibited. All actions were to be commanded by whistles.

Mengyao nodded continuously, and just as Daowu lifted his foot to step forward, a weak cry echoed from the doorway.

This demonstrated that you were weak and easily bullied, unable to even protect a house that had already been publicly declared as a gift to you. Of what use were you then?

Xu Jiao looked at the man's expression of utter joy, then glanced down at the booklet he was holding in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it certainly looked like a textbook.

Instantly, the four creatures—the cyan giant python and the giant tiger—turned their heads in unison to look at Xu Qinse and the others.

The expressions of both brother and sister were somewhat grave. Princess Zhaohua had indeed gone to the Imperial Awakening Temple, but Consort Rou remained within the palace. Although she was currently grounded, she had spent so many years navigating the inner palace and was no novice; if she wanted to pull off some scheme, it would be as easy as turning the palm of her hand.

"It's no trouble." Duan Moshen did not offer a lengthy explanation. He was unaccustomed to driving other people's cars and had already communicated with the production team in advance to have the license plates and logos of his vehicle blurred out.

Hearing this, the surrounding soldiers all breathed a sigh of relief and casually resumed their leisurely activities.