Chapter 38

The Emperor had just given birth to a child, who was, in fact, Chen Yan's offspring—Liu Feng. Therefore, if Chen Yan wished to form a marital alliance with the Emperor, it could not be realized in the next generation, at least. They all belonged to the "Department of Faith and Doctrine," also known as the famed "Inquisition," the cleaned-up moniker after its whitewashing.

This was even more shocking and exhilarating than the previous stolen kiss; Wang Yifan felt an intense sense of being forcibly kissed and violated, as if suffering under someone's power. She wept bitterly, yet bit her lip tightly to suppress any sound. Her enchanting face was suffused with sorrow and desolation; her expression was like a sharp awl, stabbing mercilessly into the softest part of Wang Yifan's heart.

Walking along the deserted streets, Zang Ba could not help but sigh at length. Back when he still followed Tao Qian, Xuzhou was a prosperous and wealthy city, nothing like the desolate chill it was today.

Even with his strength, he had yet to kill a single ordinary Sword-horned Bull, but Tang Zhan slew the Bull King with a single strike. Stunned, he could not help but praise Tang loudly.

The group struggled on, not daring even to remove the meteorite armor from the Floating Ice, making their already lengthy journey even longer as their pace slowed further.

If they did not use their numbers and might to assert their authority now, they would surely be led by the nose by these cunning villagers during the future demolition process.

Though Zang Ba and the master Yu Ji still lent their strength, Lü Bu always felt unsure of himself without Chen Gong's guidance.

She had now placed currying favor with this unpredictable man above all else in her life.

There were others, too: those who sold their homes to buy a big color TV, those who sold their homes to venture into business, and those who cashed out their inland real estate to try their luck overseas.

Li Zhong immediately stepped forward, gesturing before Huang Long could speak. Huang Long understood and said nothing more. Seeing his father unmoving, Huang Long reached out and tugged him. The two of them, under Li Zhong's lead, left the sleeping palace.

At times, she mentioned how Tiger and Leopard kept talking about their younger brother, wondering why he never sent anything back to them.

Shen Zhiyou, newly graduated, had a salary that had just reached the average—just over forty yuan a month.

Although Bimeng Tong was only a steward, his experience made dealing with people like Astad effortless.

"Other than you, who else?" Jiang You didn't want to remain in the dark; since he was willing to explain, she was willing to listen.

For a time, many began to debate. Was Zhou Yan's beloved Zhu Shi, or was it Liang Feng? Was what Chu Xiang said earlier simply an excuse to deflect Lan Jiang's question?

Two enormous fire dragons of different colors blazed a path, incinerating all monsters in their way. Jiang Sheng controlled the fire dragons, unstoppable, charging toward Sato and Jinmu as if the world lay open before him.

Even without knowing Jiang Sheng's intentions, Dongfang Wushuang supported him without hesitation, for he was already near his limits.

Why take the university entrance exams? When did preparations begin? What difficulties arose during preparation, and how were they overcome? How did one balance family and study during the exam? What are your plans after being admitted to university?

"Really? That's wonderful." Qing Qian's face, once pale, flushed with excitement and joy. Everything had happened so suddenly that she could hardly believe it. Remembering Wu Wu's hurried knock on He Shiyi's door that morning, she wondered if it was because of her father's matter.

The pillar of light stopped just five centimeters before the crowd, the enormous energy sphere halting in midair. In a flash, it rapidly retreated, bounced off the wall, and was sucked back into Mike's gun barrel.

After returning to China with Natie, Pigsy was sent to the Dragon Squad base to recover from his injuries. Unexpectedly, he played a crucial role in this critical moment, but even so, many of the base's facilities were badly damaged. Fortunately, there were few casualties, or Long Yi would have had a difficult time explaining.

The blue-glowing figure was so powerful and so familiar with the place that Pan Yuhong was deeply concerned he might launch a sneak attack. Thus, he paid special attention to the defense of the cave.

During this period, Zhu Biao's face was perpetually somber. Braving the downpour to inspect the city walls, he had a flag snapped by the gale, and the heavy pole struck his head, splitting it open and leaving him covered in blood.

A tuneless flute note exploded in the air. Ximen Piaoxue, Bai Shaozi, and Bai Mozhi, who had just charged forward, were all forced to slowly retreat by the sound, unable to approach the old man.

"Black Blood City?" Han Yi frowned, but did not slow the speed of his sword.

To the flattery from Zhang Xu's Holy Land, Xu Qingfan remained unmoved. The position of leader of the Human Alliance, with unprecedented prestige, was certainly tempting, but to Xu Qingfan, it was merely responsibility and pressure.

The "Qianqian" often mentioned by Qin Yiqian was none other than Pan Qianqian, the Red Maiden of Yihong Residence. Seeing Qin Yiqian's infatuation, Qing Qian had already made her own plans.

Though the "Heaven-defying Sword" was second only to the "Nine Demon Orbs" among the treasures of the demonic path, and the demon's eyes betrayed a hint of worry recalling its previous injuries at the sword's hand, the urge to kill Xu Qingfan overwhelmed all else. With a roar, it charged at him once again.

"Ziyin!" Hearing Yang Qing call out, Guo Xi immediately sensed danger. This madman—was he courting death? If something happened to him, how could he face Yang Qing's family?

Lying in her hospital bed, Zhang Qiyuan turned her head dully toward the noise outside, only to see Jiang Yufei step through the door.

A sliver of rationality remained: she was drunk! She had to leave this chaotic place before her consciousness faded entirely.

Fan Xiaoxi had long wanted to let Lu Shaofan suffer; his presence brought her nothing but harm. At any moment, he might kill her, for he would never allow her to marry Lu Shaocong.

Li Yang respectfully saluted Guo Xi, then turned and left the stage. Feeling discomfort in his throat, he reached up and touched it, startled.

In such circumstances, even a master stone gambler would not care about losing once or twice, nor would they suspect the raw stone was tampered with. Without doubt, how could one distinguish truth from falsehood?