Chapter Thirty-Four: Troubles Entwined Like Hemp

In the same way, Fu Xiang took out two or three, or a dozen or so, pills from each of the other twelve porcelain bottles. Once he had taken them out, the bottles were all returned to the interior of the spatial card.

"It hurts... it hurts..." This was Guan Xiao's first sensation upon waking—his whole body felt as if the prison boss had beaten him all over with a rubber mallet.

He saw that both Zhang Mo and Wang Shou had weary expressions, but Wang Shou in particular looked utterly exhausted, almost haggard.

Han Lin frowned and looked to his right, where an extremely strong surge of spiritual energy was rapidly approaching.

The channel of the Sword to the Firmament Guild was deathly silent; everyone stared blankly at their comrades falling one after another, not knowing what to do.

On one hand, a Living Saint's rank far surpassed that of an Imperial General; on the other... Maria was much more beautiful than Kobe Zorn. None of this mattered much. Now, Levi himself had come personally, arriving at the newly conquered city—the former capital of the Holy Sepulcher Empire, Fort Dominion. They hadn't even bothered to change the name because Levi had descended in person.

It was rare to have a long update, and as the boss, Mu Zixian naturally couldn't bear to let her employees stay cooped up at home for a whole week.

Han Lin, controlling his magical mecha, picked the last black fruit and let out a deep breath, his face breaking into a broad smile.

Matou Yanya watched as the two figures disappeared from sight, finally letting out a long sigh before turning back to look at Cabbage and Matou Sakura.

"Is there truly no distinction between good and evil in the Divine Realm?" Zhang Zhengfan asked suddenly, gazing at the shimmering surface of the lake.

"Thank you, Princess." Guan Lin and Guo Xiang rose to their feet, already feeling somewhat intimidated by this princess.

In just a moment, the black and white millstone had already drained seventy percent of Li Yang's spiritual power, showing no sign of stopping, as if determined to squeeze her dry.

Because at that moment, Li Yang suddenly realized that if she wanted to test her strength, she would have to find an opponent. Since that was the case, she might as well just take on a mission.

After more than a month of recovery, Qin Mochan's injuries had improved greatly. However, since his organs had been damaged and his eating was still restricted, he remained thin and frail.

"Ever since I met Your Highness in the Dew Palace, I have been smitten at first sight. I think of you day and night. It was so hard to obtain my father's blessing for our marriage, yet you refused me. Do you know how heartbroken I am?" As Xia Liuli spoke, she became more and more sorrowful, tears streaming down her face.

"Alas, if the young lady knew, she would probably worry for Miss Su," Qing Lianzi sighed as the two exchanged meaningful glances.

When she was less than three meters from the Transformation Fruit, two beams of light suddenly shot out from behind the meteorite where the fruit had taken root, crossing paths as they attacked Li Yang.

Yet, just as he was about to reach Lu Ping, Lu Ping actually charged forward, showing no intention of retreat. In the instant Yu Baosi hesitated, Lu Ping suddenly accelerated. Before Yu Baosi could even react, he stumbled forward. But when he tried to catch Lu Ping, Lu Ping slipped away like a mudfish.

"Town..." The man from the southern frontier only uttered one word before falling silent and stepping aside.

The military of the Chu Kingdom was divided into three parts. Of these, the largest and best-trained was the canal guard. The Marquis Wei Yuan commanded 150,000 canal guards, who not only controlled the waterways but had also extended their reach to Jing Province.

After finishing repairs, Yang Bo got out of bed full of energy. Having dreamed up plans all night, he decided to wander around Master Qin's mansion to see what kind of residence he might buy for future reference.

After leaving Shen Chongwu, Wang Jing went to say goodbye to Su Yunwei. Su Yunwei had wanted to go home, but Wang Jing insisted she stay at the hospital for now, so she agreed.

His voice was pleasant—not sharp, but rather rough, low, and a little hoarse, yet not old. It could even be called magnetic.

A sledge is a curious thing—it's like a car, but not a car. It has no wheels and glides across snow and ice on two wooden runners, much like a sleigh. As for why it's called a sledge, perhaps it's because, seen from a distance, it looks as though it's crawling along the ground rather than rolling.

About ten meters ahead, a white car was parked in the middle of the road, with a solitary corpse lying in front of it.

Humans, too, have something akin to annual rings, observable in the bones—a term often referred to as bone age. Bone age, naturally, is the age of one's bones! Each year a person lives, their bones thicken by a layer, just like the annual rings of a tree. This is bone age.

Was it really the kiss just now that brought about my fleeting hallucination? I pursed my lips lightly, blinking my eyes in confusion.

Yang Bo smiled. What Lu Jiafei was doing was indeed a good strategy, but even with video evidence, there would always be those who refused to believe.

Biting her pale pink lower lip, she called out softly. Her voice, described as unforgettable after a single hearing, drifted on the wind like silver bells.

Yuan Jingtian secretly considered whether he should seek out Yan Gao, kill the eldest prince’s son, and earn another hundred pounds of gold.

"He won't make it in time. Let's get on with our own business," Liu Mang sighed, seeing only three minutes remaining, and walked over to the stove.

Yet seeing Lan stand there with his hands in his pockets, looking completely at ease, without even a trace of magic—the way the wind spirits seemed to help him automatically—was astonishing.

Soon, a servant came to summon them. Lord Jin and Lady Jin went to the Jin Cheng courtyard, leaving servants to wait outside. Before they even entered the house, a strange smell wafted out.

The king, scepter of power in hand, crowned with the glory of honor, forever treads the border between darkness and light.

Clearly, this was one of her special abilities. It seemed that when she previously introduced herself as a firearms specialist, she had actually been holding something back.