Chapter 39: Cautious Fang Aiguo

Prime Minister, or stepping into the realm of a supreme sovereign? Your father certainly thinks quite highly of me!" Su Yan could not help but roll his eyes. These two conditions were the dreams of almost everyone in the world, but their difficulty could hardly be described merely as scaling the heavens.

"What day is today, that I meet this fine person? Oh child, oh child, what shall I do with such a fine person?" Su Yan suddenly chanted softly, his voice breaking the tranquility.

Whether it was spreading rumors or idle gossip, storytellers always managed to fabricate events that never happened into something watertight, flawless, and seemingly grounded in reason.

Emperor Xian was overjoyed. He laughed heartily and said, "If you have any matters, you may consult my uncle, Lord Dong Cheng. As long as you work together with one mind, the Han Dynasty will surely rise again! Since you do not fail me, I shall certainly not fail you! Do not fail my intentions! Remember this! Remember this!" We hastily kowtowed to express our loyalty.

When Liu Yan saw that I had regained my sobriety, a flash of shock crossed his heart, and he inwardly blamed himself for uttering those words. Seeing that I could recover my reason even upon hearing of the common people's suffering, he realized that I was not yet beyond saving, and a trace of disappointment inevitably arose within him.

Heaven knows if she would think of me, but right now, my heart was preoccupied with her. After all, having promised her before, I had failed to bring her along this time, leaving a lingering sense of guilt in my heart.

The wild scholar knew he was in the wrong. He slapped the water surface, sending up splashes of spray that blinded those pursuers. With a sudden leap, taking Nanya Shaka with him, he vaulted out of the open-air bath. A few agile flashes later, he had vanished completely. After searching around in vain for a long time, the pursuers assumed it was just some monkeys or wildcats playing about, and brushed it off as a joke.

Hua Shangxue immediately covered Yu Mixing's mouth, unwilling to listen to any continuation of that conversation.

Walking and observing as they went, taking in the scenery in a hurried glance, combined with the story Yue Chen had told her earlier, she finally came to understand.

Just as Sanbao was about to finish off his opponent, a violent gale swept in. Seeing that her master was in danger, the snow falcon flew over like a mad creature, flapping its wings fiercely at the group.

Yuan Lie also stood up, resting an arm on Lin Zichuan's shoulder. "Fine, you're the boss today, I won't upset you! Let's go! Your dad says it's time to set off!" Yuan Lie raised his hand and released a laser beam, causing a row of cool, sleek VIP flying vehicles to appear before Lin Zichuan.

Sima Wuhe slowly lowered Madam Sima's corpse, looked at the four supreme masters of the Demonic Realm in the courtyard, and sneered, "Why must you demonic brethren put on such an act for a mortal like me?" With that, Sima Wuhe flew away from the estate.

Xiang Wan loosened her grip, wanting to dodge, but she found herself unable to escape. With no other choice, she tightly, tightly closed her eyes.

Xiang Wan parted her lips slightly, completely unexpected that Leng Zhaoyang would also be studying at Yu Da. This piece of information was something even Leng Changlin was unaware of.

A practitioner's world is naturally different from that of mortals, and the snowmen built here were naturally different as well. These snowmen were actually crafted entirely in Qin Chuan's likeness, almost identical to Qin Chuan himself in appearance.

At the dining table, he specifically inquired about Gu Lanzhi. At this very moment, the indignation within Xuan Yuanzhi's heart was no less than that of Xiang Kesong.

The situation at the very beginning had been perilous, and should a similar crisis repeat itself, he was uncertain whether he still possessed that kind of confidence.

"Must it really be like this?" Xin'er broke the silence, her voice carrying a magnetic, soul-stirring quality. Her beauty surpassed the mortal world, making her seem entirely otherworldly. Her body emitted a faint, translucent glow, and her snowy white dress fluttered as if she were about to ascend into an immortal being, ethereal yet transcendent, accompanied by divine radiance.

"Crunch, crunch..." Grabbing a few pieces of popcorn and chewing them in his mouth, Wu Fan suddenly felt a slight ache in his teeth.

The Sakura Torrent tide constructed by Yan Rong this time was of medium quality, which was also the quality of the finished product typically produced by most spiritual planters who did not specialize in construction.

Even Fang Bai had not expected these people to figure this out entirely on their own. He simply had to admire them.

This strike indeed closely resembled a technique from later Eastern Island swordsmanship—a style that utilized an instantaneous, high-speed draw-and-slash to deal an unexpected blow to the enemy, known as the Quick-Draw style.

If the blood infant had previously been a physical entity, then this mass of blood mist was its spiritual essence. The blood infant's physical body was dead, and its soul had finally broken free from the flesh.

Listening to Dante's brief explanation, Natasha let out an instant gasp of shock. What was she hearing—becoming a god? What kind of situation was this?

Seeing this situation, T'Challa also realized that he was no match for the man before him, and could only obediently relax his body, allowing Allen to release his grip.

After giving Gwen a kiss, Allen called Senator Kelly back. During this critical period of the presidential election, neither of them wanted any unexpected events to disrupt the election results. Senator Kelly must have been growing impatient waiting.

The group of brothers was prominently among them, occupying the front row seats, and received immense praise and blessings from the highest leadership.

The violent explosion immediately inflicted heavy damage on the enemy fighter jet, causing it to instantly lose balance and plunge downwards while trailing thick smoke and roaring flames. It was clear the pilot was desperately trying to stabilize the craft, but in the end, the fighter jet whirled down from the sky, with over half of its fuselage crashing directly into a building.

"Don't you think your new body's forehead is still missing a beautiful gem decoration?" Kaecilius's words sounded like a demon's temptation, gradually luring Ultron into the abyss of desire.

This Xuanwu Guard was also on guard. The moment the snow wolf pounced, driven by a martial artist's instinct, the long saber in his hand was already raised horizontally to block his front, accompanied by a fierce sound of impact.

"Ding Le's mother is in that hospital room, let's go take a look," Tao Xiu said to Gu Qingkuang.