Hurry up and give me some donkey meat to calm my nerves!

It's useless! This is my Phoenix fire, and apart from me, there is no other power in this world that can extinguish it! Princess Xintling spoke somewhat feebly; clearly, the loss of blood just now had drained a significant portion of her physical strength.

Thus, Peng Hua had introduced them, and they originally planned to strike at home and then dispose of the body. However, since Zehao Lei chose to walk, they didn't even need the house and directly ambushed them on the road.

Uncle Fu paid no further attention, pointed toward the direction of the backyard, and then hurried off to inspect the preparations. These tasks had to be completed before the noon banquet, or else once the guests arrived, Uncle Fu would find himself stretched too thin to manage.

Suddenly, a flash of sword light illuminated all the flying sand and dust, while simultaneously slicing through the terrifying pressure.

Only then did Zhu Sansi have the time to carefully examine the disciple who had entered the Three Thoughts Peak half a year ago, only to discover with a start that the disciple had unknowingly advanced to the seventh layer of the Foundation Establishment realm, far exceeding his expectations.

Judging from the remains, the deceased was unmistakably male. Neither the body type nor the height could be definitively determined due to the advanced stage of saponification, which made assessment impossible. Preliminary examinations relied solely on the personal items found on the body to ascertain his identity.

Green and golden lights intertwined in mid-air, forcefully blocking the majority of the blue light and the Buddhist seal. Even so, he was still grazed by the impact, coughing up a mouthful of blood as his complexion instantly paled a fraction.

"No way, I told you where my chambers are, how could we do this in a stream?" Yet it was too late for such words now. Unlacing silk garments layer by layer within the water offered a sensation entirely different from being on a bed, as the feelings of warmth and chill intertwined continuously.

Zhao Zhengce knew that Dongqing Xu's words were half true and half false. There was a component of not daring to take risks, as well as the constraining principles of a Party member's spirit, and perhaps a genuine desire to give him, Zhao Zhengce, this opportunity.

"Brother Tian, your new battle skill is so amazing," Ye Xin praised from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't be afraid." Ying Yin approached Yuan Xiao with steady and unhurried strides. In his hand, he still held the syringe he had just pulled from his body. Yuan Xiao didn't ask what it was, but that didn't mean he didn't know—it could be either poison or a tranquilizer.

Mother Mei was dressed in plain cyan coarse cloth. Although she was past forty, she retained the mature charm of a woman in her prime, and her hands were exceptionally tender and fair, looking nothing like the hands of a servant.

Since she had never intended to let her have her own child, why not just make it clear instead of letting her sink into despair time and again amidst false hopes? Could it be that even those meager moments of tenderness in the past were also fake?

"When asking for a favor, you should speak more politely. I am saving you this time purely for the sake of your master. Let this be the last time." Ying Yin turned to leave, leaving Guan Hongyan filled with puzzlement—wasn't he supposed to be treating her injuries?

This blade strike was unleashed with all of Zhou Zong's might. A terrifying aura surged from his body, whipping up blue dust across the ground, engulfing Qin Ming, and then soaring straight into the sky. It even cleaved apart the clouds, leaving behind a stark and magnificent trajectory.

Qin Shijin's brow was furrowed into a tight knot as he watched her gracefully enter the room and close the door behind her.

"Also, regarding the night shifts recently, go inform all departments to make preparations. Overtime pay will be equivalent to daytime wages," Chu Haoxuan instructed once more.

Seeing the bright, delighted gleam in Chunyan Song's eyes, Ye Li looked puzzled and asked, "Sister Song, is it really that good?"

Catching sight of this from the assistant's office, Sun Yingzi immediately pulled an envelope from her drawer and followed after her.

"Yes, Your Majesty makes a valid point, truly a brilliant strategy. We shall dispatch the Grand Preceptor to take charge of the mountain city. I wonder if the Grand Preceptor is willing to go?" Seeing the Queen's reasoning made sense, the King readily agreed.

"Reporting to the Pope, I used the Spear of Longinus, but now that weapon has fallen into the hands of that Xuanyuan Beidou," Michael said helplessly, finding the turn of events utterly incredible.

Feeling a sudden emptiness in his hand, Shang Moqian caught You Wanqing as she spoke, pulled her close into his embrace, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss right onto her forehead.

The fairy watched their timid demeanor, then cast a worried glance toward the Yiju Hall: "Didn't Senior Brother leave Xiyue River? Why call Nuoyu to this place? Could it be..." The disciples still dared not raise their heads and remained silent. Pacing back and forth in anxiety, the fairy decided to wait for an opportunity to break in.

Master Qingquan not only spoke logically and persuasively, but hit every point accurately. I couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect—what kind of high-ranking expert was this? Could he be akin to the wandering deities who ate crabs on the painted boat that night on the Mid-Autumn Festival?

"Prince Jun..." He lifted his finger from the table, leaned in closer, and whispered in a voice audible only to the two of them.

"Alright, I'll walk a stretch of the road with you." For some reason, Bai Zhu always felt that Si Wu's words made sense. Just like that, Bai Zhu and Si Wu together carried the Sovereign back.

Before they came to offer a toast, we tried our best to avoid mentioning Old Huang, but none of us expected Aunt Qing to bring him up herself. Even that man just smiled when he heard Old Huang's name, appearing completely unconcerned.

Father rose early to grind soybeans. Sweet bean pudding was the most popular treat of the season, and swallowing it hot, soft, and smooth was truly one of life's great pleasures in the dead of winter.

Young Master Li's words actually sounded quite reasonable. Come to think of it, that matchmaker old man who had popped up out of nowhere was nowhere to be seen now. Could he truly have been an accomplice invited by Xuxu? Yet what reason would there be for Young Master Li to marry Xuxu?

Lu Qifan raised his head slightly, flashed Jian Huan a devastatingly charming smile, and said solemnly, "I have always been serious about her." Without waiting for Jian Huan to react, he scooped up Gu Mian in his arms and strode toward the cabin.

"There's no other way, we have to jump," Liusha said in a soft, gentle voice filled with doting affection, and then involuntarily took Zeng Lü's delicate hand to bolster her courage.

This thunder came so abruptly and swiftly. Before people even realized what was happening, they heard the rumbling of thunder in the clouds beating like drums endlessly. The rapid rhythm didn't sound like ordinary distant thunder from a rainstorm; rather, it sounded as if divine beings were pounding war drums up in the clouds.