Chapter 30

It was wrong to have abetted Mu Yan in her wrongdoing from the start, and wrong to have forced He Yi and the others together without considering their feelings. It was wrong to have been so selfish, thinking only of his younger sister while disregarding the dreams and pursuits of others.

Facing the goodwill expressed by Murong Yuxuan, Xuan Long smiled radiantly, her beautiful eyes softening as they rested upon her.

Its body, as thick as a water barrel, was now coiled neatly. From a distance, it looked just like a rock. Coupled with the hazy night, it was no wonder Mei Shuang had been mistaken.

He reached out and threw a low-grade spirit artifact in the direction of the surging black torrent, detonating it instantly. The violent shockwave from the explosion caused the black torrent to falter, and in that brief moment of hesitation, Fang Chen managed to escape once more.

Every time something began, he would smile. But when he thought of the end, his brow would furrow, and he would shake his head with a sigh.

The front of the mountain was lush and verdant, yet the back was a barren wasteland, a desolate wilderness. Only the trees occasionally sprouting from the rock crevices added a touch of life to the bare, precipitous cliffs, showcasing their unyielding spirit.

What he did not expect, however, was that as soon as he finished speaking, five indignant disciples of the Danling Sect spoke up one after another. Through their words, a vague figure began to emerge in Song Nanfei’s mind.

"It is truly impossible!" Although it was cruel, Leng Zibing did not want to give him even a shred of hope.

Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Xiaobai noticed the bright red stain on Leng Zibing’s lower body and was struck with sudden, pale-faced alarm.

"There are three ways to make roast duck: braised in a closed oven, hung in an open oven, and barbecued. Each of these three methods has its own merits," Li Jing said slowly.

As they spoke, the surrounding mist suddenly thickened, gradually obscuring their vision. Within the fog, shadows loomed everywhere.

Furthermore, Chu Yanran was perfectly aware of how precious the "All-Things Antidote Pill" was that Wei Wuji had handed to the assassin.

Watching Wei Wuji win over the hearts of the Chu army before the competition had even concluded, Chu Wushuang rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction.

When news of the Japanese pirate invasion reached the capital, the entire city fell into a panic. The Ming Dynasty had enjoyed long-standing peace; aside from the Tumu Crisis and the era of Yan Song, it had been a long time since foreign enemies had struck so near the capital.

By the seventeenth year of the Kangxi reign, the registered population was only 19.5 million. By the highest estimates, ninety percent of the population had been lost in the interim. Barely one in ten survivors remained.

He had just issued a threat, and yet Wei Wuji had someone injure Yan Yunxia, tossing her aside like refuse—this was a clear sign that he held his words in contempt.

Xiang Yu walked in and bowed, saying, "Reporting to my lord, the Emperor of Zhao, the Prime Minister, and over ten thousand defeated soldiers have all been brought back under guard."

"Yes, there is such a thing as plastic surgery in this world. The fact that you know so much about it shows that you are a product of it yourself. You are a standard counterfeit," Wu Yong retorted, refusing to be outdone. In such a situation, once one lost their momentum, no amount of truth would matter.

Suddenly, some rustling sounds came from the bathroom. My bathroom was soundproof, so I didn't hear them very clearly. Nevertheless, I stood up and slowly pulled open the bathroom door.

"Matisse, inform the men scattered deep in the rainforest, as well as the Mayans acting as guides, to find a place to rest and stay safe. The rainforest under the shroud of darkness is too dangerous."

If Bai Yulan did not know that Leng Shixian was still alive, we would do our best to cover it up, so that when he recovered, we could catch her off guard.

"What are you here for?" The tone of her voice was off from the moment she spoke; it did not sound very friendly.

The ocean churned violently, tossing up layers of massive waves. The color of the water was impossible to describe with any mixture of hues—it seemed red yet blue, black yet white—and amidst the shimmering light, it revealed a strange, exotic color that did not belong to the human world.

Cole, who had returned to New York early the day before, along with other security personnel, had set up a cordon in front of the apartment building, watching the surroundings with vigilance.

The pirate captain let go of the steering wheel and, with lightning speed, lunged directly onto the cockpit deck.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mo, please sit down first; I will go make some tea." Out of politeness, Lan Chengzhe finally spoke.

However, Qiao Neng was completely unaware of this, his eyes filled with a trace of gloom. After that incident, he realized more and more that if he woke up and she was not in his arms, he would feel uneasy. She was becoming increasingly important to him.

Hearing that Qiao Neng might be busy, Nie Wanluo pressed, "Then where are you going?" She had originally intended to ask him to accompany her to find Qin Zheng and inquire about the details of that painting.

After hesitating, Liu Heihu gritted his teeth and nodded. He picked up a steel pipe from the ground and smashed it fiercely against his own left arm.

"It's simple: go take a shower and change your clothes, otherwise this smell will last for a week!" Seeing his mother raise her hand as if to strike him, Li Feng knew she was only putting on a show and wouldn't really hit him over this, but he cooperated and immediately stated the solution.