Volume 1, Chapter 123: The Cloak Stitched by the Empress Herself!

Wang Nanbei gently moved Wu Xi to the edge of the bed and softly removed her socks, revealing an ankle that had swollen significantly. Observing his actions, a crimson flush spread across Wu Xi’s cheeks; she realized she had never been this close to a man before.

"No," the Fairy of the Demon Realm replied without looking up, busy writing on a translucent green electronic tablet.

After the Heaven-Sealing Pagoda collapsed, a muffled thud resonated from beneath their feet, and the ground began to shake.

Before long, the massive body of the Gu-Diao plummeted toward the Hanyuan Hall below, striking with a thunderous crash that sent clouds of dust billowing into the air.

Trust is sometimes that simple; once you believe, you believe, without the need for a list of reasons. Thus, making a choice becomes a natural and simple matter.

Though clearly anxious and angry, Lan Yunyou could not help but stroke the soft, delicate cheek of his precious one, offering a helpless, faint smile.

The two returned to the mansion, and the Eldest Princess Xinyang dismissed the maids and matrons; Lu Ning guessed that she must have something important to discuss.

"Who do you think you are..." the man glared, but his words were cut short, for as soon as he spoke, he was sent flying backward.

"Mother, it is Han'er's lack of filial piety that has caused you such worry," Su Han said, preparing to kneel, but Lady Ling quickly stopped her.

Afterward, he no longer avoided the Princess’s overtures. Seeing the joy on her face, he felt both happy and guilty, berating himself for being a scoundrel; his previous avoidance must have caused her such pain.

"Very well, we shall split into two groups." The Order of Dawn commanded him to lead men in screening for the leaking source of evil within the Star Realm, while he himself would go to rally the factions of this world, declare temporary stewardship, and begin arranging for the health of cultivators everywhere to be assessed.

As the news broke, panic gripped the capital. With the city in an uproar, several major noble clans, led by Marquis Gongsun, marched their private soldiers into the palace under the pretext of "clearing the ruler’s side," forcing the new Emperor to abdicate and yield the throne to the late Emperor’s youngest son.

Hu Tongying could not help but recall the lessons her family had given her before her wedding night regarding her duties as a wife.

Thinking this way, he tucked the jade box away, donned the mask, opened the door, and strode out with effortless grace.

"If you don't want to go in, then don't! But is that truly what your heart desires?" Chen Lian was nearly startled; he had not realized the cat could actually speak, nor that it could discern his innermost thoughts.

Jin Yuanbao gritted his teeth, lifted the bowl of noodles to his seat, and, imitating the others, fished out the noodles with his chopsticks and shoved them into his mouth as if facing a heroic death.

Although the Nascent Soul experts currently in the Great Chu Kingdom were all that remained, the stronger figures of the Division Spirit stage were absent.

After Hong'er shyly accepted the "betrothal gift," she watched the youth’s retreating back, which looked like a black whirlwind, and gave a gentle nod.

This was one thing Jiang Xun would never tell anyone, not even Princess Pingyang.

"There are some things I wish to discuss with you face-to-face. If you don't have the time, then forget it." Mu Xiu had never liked Mu Guofeng’s attitude; it was simply a case of someone refusing to acknowledge a kindness.

As Ruo Ning collided with the cage, a massive explosion erupted, scattering embers that turned many of the Taotie Legion into ash.

Reflecting on this, Lin felt he had been too hasty. One must take things step by step and eat meals one mouthful at a time. Whether intentional or not, Li Shou had grasped the core of the problem.

Just then, he saw Lin swat away Zheng Xiuhui’s hand. Several sheets of A4 paper scattered like flower petals, dancing through the air. Yun Jun and Liu Sui stood to the side, looking somewhat flustered.

Seeing Xue Hao stuck in a stalemate, Shi Poyun rose to his feet with a light laugh, his folding fan swaying as he spoke, the breeze brushing a lock of hair from his forehead with a dash of flair.

In this life, the military conflicts and wars that had historically been triggered by the Great Ming Dynasty’s reconstruction of Dalinghe City and the fortresses to its east were naturally nowhere to be found.

The money spent last night had not been in vain; the leaders of those guilds were quite sensible, and most were already online, leading their members in preparations within the city.

By accumulating strength bit by bit, they eventually reached a point where they traveled in thousands of warships, and every star system they passed simply surrendered.

Countless fine slashes formed a massive whirlwind that swept the pirates far away. With a loud "boom," a hole appeared in the cliff face of the plaza opposite Zoro.

Pressed against the city wall, Cheng Heizi gulped with difficulty, his face stiff as he asked.

The four locust-shadows hovering beside the Emperor Locust Leech opened their giant maws, firing beams of red, black, white, and cyan light.

It had rained all night, the pitter-patter sounding like falling beans, and the wind whistled through the half-open windows, bringing an extraordinary chill into the room.

They could not originate anything; they could only become something unprecedented.

Velafa shuddered subconsciously, but this time she did not retreat. Blue flames erupted from her body, and strangely, they merged harmoniously with the red fire-shadow without any sense of conflict.

She was not only skilled at praising others but also wrote with great depth and knew exactly how to ignite a topic of conversation.

Setting aside whether the paparazzo would leave fingerprints on the locker, even if he had, they would be impossible to distinguish among the prints of other users.