Volume 1, Chapter 127: A Mother Protects Her Brother, Defying Imperial Power! Is a Top Scholar’s Life Worth Less Than a Dog’s?

When speaking the word "man," Si Mo did not even realize that his voice carried a hint of murderous intent. He had no memory of Xu Yin, yet her weeping could shake his very heart; however, he lay there, unable to embrace her. She clutched her ankle, sitting helplessly on the ground, cold sweat beading on her forehead, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip.

"The chieftain has fled, taking the entire Luo bloodline with him overnight. I cast the turtle shells and prayed to the gods, but the results all pointed toward a baleful omen—most likely heading for the Nine Barbarian tribes." Though the Shaman spoke calmly, the twitching of his facial muscles could not hide his humiliation.

With a "whoosh," Jiang Ying streaked across the sky like a meteor and vanished in an instant, leaving Ming Zhe and Ming Ling standing there in a daze.

In her dreams, Wen Youbai argued endlessly with Xie Yanzhou. In reality, she couldn't even be bothered to speak to him, but in her dreams, she possessed such a torrent of words that he couldn't keep up—she was even... being unreasonable.

Just as one was defeated, another emerged; it was truly the most desperate of battlefields! The one who had just arrived sounded like the mastermind, the controller of the Crimson Eyes.

As her gaze darted away, Yan Lixi turned his head; he thought he should give her more time.

I understand that the deeper I go, the greater the pressure becomes. Yet, faced with this result, I feel a bit helpless. There is no way around it; I simply have no way of knowing how deep this place truly goes.

Long Zhiyan said nothing, pulling on a hat. The lowered brim obscured most of his features, and since it was night and the sky was shrouded in a gray haze, the reporter passing by could not tell that this passerby was any sort of celebrity.

The only signal transmitted is one: failure or the withdrawal of the mecha. Only when one side in a combat match fails or retreats from the arena does the Sky Eye automatically send a signal that the match has ended.

Zou Chuan’s gaze fell upon the bowl of Lanzhou beef noodles on the table, which had not been touched by a single chopstick, and he sighed softly.

These days, there were moments of leisure amidst the busyness, and as time passed, the weather grew increasingly hot and dry. Liu Junhao had been keeping an eye on the situation inside the stone lock; he had originally thought that the large watermelons inside, having been cultivated for two years, would ripen earlier than last year. Yet, he waited another half a month before the first ripe watermelon finally arrived.

"A script? I haven't even finished memorizing the lines for the two new episodes I got the day before yesterday," Long Zhiyan said, flipping through the thick script handed to him by Li Haoyang.

The words spoken today would have an incalculable impact on Ye Wudao and, indeed, all of China.

Surrendering the manager of the Imperial City was a huge loss of face; it would show everyone that he, Huang Rong, was incompetent, which was unacceptable.

He lay quietly in the bathroom, soaking his entire body in the water to wash away the day's fatigue and metabolism. Once idle, he lit a cigarette and quietly pondered a few things.

Because the structure of the village within the city was complex, especially with the large influx of outsiders, local residents had built many unauthorized structures to rent out more rooms and earn more rent, leading to a serious problem of illegal construction.

And even if I am a "professional" liar, I still fear lies, and even more, I fear the truth beneath them. I also fear that if I answer the phone, I will be unable to stop sobbing the moment I open my mouth.

"Yiyi, is something the matter?" Dongfang Yi asked, confused by Luo Yixuan's words.

But the poison of the Dui Ze Cauldron was no ordinary toxin. It spread via radiance, and this radiance was almost impossible to block. Its poison was not a single substance but a complex plurality; every second, the multiple toxins were shifting, and even if one were lucky enough to neutralize one, they would be struck down by another.

The way he moved his body was like a vigorous and sexy panther—seemingly slow yet swift, lazy yet resolute.

Auntie Yue felt her heart skip a beat and was about to speak, but she saw Sizhen look away, as if that glance just now had been entirely unintentional.

He decided to forget the past and have a brand-new beginning with her. To walk together, forever.

Though the elder Wine Master could not defeat the two of them combined, he was not in the least bit afraid of either one in a one-on-one fight.

As soon as Yan Wanlu’s words fell, the people present erupted. Yan Wanlu’s meaning was clear: the person she relied on was Vice President Zheng.

After Sun Yanling received the letter from Sizhen, he was filled with rage. However, he did not lash out immediately; instead, he called Sun Jinrong to investigate in secret and had the origins of all the incense used in the manor thoroughly checked before he went to the Old Madam’s chambers.

In the Tianyuan Continent, although mortal towns were governed by the six great sects, the concept of a "nation" did not exist. The Spirit Realm, however, was quite different. Perhaps because the territory was too vast and the human population too immense, the role of an earthly emperor was born to facilitate management.

After entering the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, Ange did not go to the Demon Market but instead took everyone directly into Lihen Heaven, for that was the safest place of all.

Ever since Li Xin had accepted her as his master, he had always been respectful toward her. This made Helan Yao, who saw Li Xin somewhat as a brother, feel quite awkward. Yet, no matter how many times she tried to correct him, Li Xin insisted that she was the master and he the servant, emphasizing that there was a clear distinction between the two.