43 The Coquette

He was probably truly dead drunk. Before he could finish his sentence, he slumped completely across the dining table.

High above in the sky, numerous ghosts and vicious spirits lingered in the misty expanse. Beneath the Lake of Passion, a black dragon lay concealed. The ghosts wafted an air of vicissitudes, screaming of the mortal sufferings of all living beings before their deaths, while the black dragon emerged from the water, roaring with inner rage. Amidst the clash of these two divine artifacts, Mount Jiuhuang trembled violently.

This resentment was intertwined with a murderous intent directed at the imperial court and the officials who had robbed them of their lands, turning them into wandering refugees.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour and seeing no one approach, Tian Jue could not help feeling a surge of impatience. At that very moment, a person looking like a military doctor approached carrying a basin of blood-stained gauze.

Liu Yu wanted to test Long Zhi's strength first, so he generated a powerful spiritual oppression and bore down upon Long Zhi.

At this moment, the guest room was exceptionally quiet, and the atmosphere felt somewhat oppressive. Six eyes were fixed intently on a three-foot-long rusty sword resting on the table. A man, a flood dragon, and a sparrow all remained silent, their faces etched with deep contemplation.

Zhou Hanyu walked up to the attribute testing disk, extended her delicate, fair wrist, and touched the white handprint at the center of the stone disk. Immediately, ripples of genuine qi seeped out from her palm and poured into the stone disk, causing it to begin to spin.

"Just focus on fighting your monsters! Where do you get so much nonsense? With this energy, you'd might as well attack the angry shark a couple more times. Pillar of Heaven, especially you, pay attention and make sure you don't let the angry shark slip away!" Ouyang Jue said somewhat anxiously, giving Pillar of Heaven a fierce kick before shouting aloud.

"My Lady, it is this servant's fault." Hongxiu dropped to her knees, only now realizing how profoundly mistaken she had been.

"A level 50 instance dungeon—are you talking about the Sky City?" I was quite surprised by Fan Xing's question and asked her in sheer astonishment.

After ending a war, taking a hot shower, shaving, and lying down in soft bedding, one longs to drift off into such a deep sleep.

There are certain flavors that, no matter how much time passes or how old one grows, remain unforgettable not because they taste like a mother's cooking, but because the food itself is memorable. Braised beef, for instance.

Having settled the matter, Shangguan Shi turned and hurried away. Tonight, both he and Sun Shilin were the hosts, and all the arriving guests had to be properly greeted; there were countless tasks to attend to.

Listening from afar, Guan Mingyuan twitched the corner of his mouth. It seemed Tian Buyi was the most adept at concealing his true capabilities within the Qingyun Sect. Who could have known that this short, chubby man would rank among the top three even among all the peak masters and elders of the sect?

Guo Cai did not glare at Wang Tian this time; instead, she threw up her hands in a helpless gesture. Of course she didn't want Wang Tian to go, but given the current situation, he had no choice.

"Hand over the thief who stole my child, or I will slaughter everyone here!" The giant bear seemingly retained its intelligence, capable of human speech as well as possessing its own cognition and demands.

"There should be. I saw Dust Brother's split soul fly back!" Chu Chu Ruoxue nodded, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at the colossal whirlpool in front of the Sea King's Palace. Suddenly realizing something, she did not wait for the others to reply, grabbed Shui Ling'er, and darted toward the center of the whirlpool.

Among the myriad realms and heavens, the tribulations of Dao-attainment finally completely dissipated. Over a dozen supremes ascended to Dao-attainment, yet over a dozen supremes also perished.

Li Suqing rummaged through the cabinet for a long time, eventually pulling out an old wooden box from the wardrobe.

Having prepared for so long, Yan Xu naturally would not train cannon-fodder spearmen like the masses. Although spearmen had many advantages—such as high cost-effectiveness, where such low-cost units in sufficient numbers could even threaten aristocratic cavalry—their value was evident.

Her heart ached in turmoil; she wanted to walk in and ask Yibei Han to clarify everything, yet she feared learning the cruel truth.

Wang Meixiu was actually scared out of her wits as well. When the captain had broken the news to her in the cockpit just moments ago, her legs had gone weak and she had almost collapsed to the floor.

At last, he understood the reason behind the annihilation of the Qing Clan, as well as his own story and history. Unable to accept it, he stared blankly and coldly at the words below, like a machine.

I wanted to embrace my old man—something I had never done before—but at this moment he was merely a spirit, completely untouchable.

Her expression was filled with care and tension, yet upon hearing those words, my heart sank to the abyss.

However, aside from its grandeur, I always felt something was slightly amiss, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

As we were chatting happily, the true mistress of Phoenix Terrace, Sister Huang, finally appeared. She wore a red cheongsam with a slit neither too high nor too low, which accentuated the allure of her legs. Sister Huang was not old; she looked to be only in her twenties, her hair coiled into an exceptionally graceful bun, and she walked with a uniquely refined poise.

"Kill!" Over a dozen Red-Robed Camp disciples mingling among the guests tore open their suits to reveal the blood-red battle robes underneath, while Qu Yue's close friends dragged several chests out from the wedding gifts.

I looked back, and my heart gave a sharp jolt. Approaching from the corner were Yu Yi, Yu Chen, and Feng Peiwen, chatting and laughing as they made their way over, apparently looking for me.

Her complexion turned from pale to ashen. In an instant, she deeply regretted running into Su Qingying on this street today, and even more so, getting down from her divine chariot.

His desperate laughter filled the entire room. I could not bear to watch the scene any longer and hid behind Yan Bing. For some reason, tears blurred my vision, and I felt utterly unforgivable.

Because the Spring Festival was approaching, Shangoxun Feng had become exceptionally busy after that day, leaving early in the morning and returning only late at night.

Such a longing, so profound and laden with guilt. I often wondered, when I was so happy and carefree, what kind of life was my Yan'yan living?

Just how deeply enraged must he have been by her own husband to become so hysterical? Gu Nianxi's gaze fell upon Qin Aotian's face with a complex expression.

In the silent, tree-lined path, dozens of figures suddenly burst forth, brandishing their weapons and launching an attack on Qin Aotian and the others.

"Didn't you say the Eastern Bureau has no shortage of assassination methods? What do you propose to do?" Lige paused.

"Be serious, this is a very important matter." Mo Qianmo cast a feigned, angry glance at Qiao Ying.

Haitang walked in followed by a maid carrying a sandalwood tray, upon which lay a striking emerald-green jade ruyi. A single glance was enough to tell this was no ordinary object belonging to a common household.