Chapter 227: The Interweaving of Timelines and I, Su Someone, Became

Looking at the warning on the light screen, Su Qing's heart sank. After sixty-nine years of transmigration, this was the first time he had encountered the golden finger's warning; it was quite sudden, but upon careful thought it really was like this.

After all, Phoenix Power differs from bloodline, ability, and skill; it is not a specific thing, but an ancient power with self-awareness.

To be honest, if there were truly no reaction at all, that would really be a ghost.

So, is it stubborn download, or wise judgment to give up?

Not to mention being struck up to the Nine Heavens; even now, Qin Hao is here making sarcastic remarks—how could the Lower Realm compare to their Upper Nine Heavens? The two are fundamentally incomparable.

"Huo'er! Huo'er!!" Doubao dashed to the ground, taking three steps as two, and rushed toward Huo'er.

"Qingqing just said, you had someone hit her back, making her bleed?" He Meixiu had the look of one demanding an explanation.

However, Asura Wisdom Appearance's expression remained unmoved; after his strike failed, he merely paused, his scarlet eyes fixed on the opponent, his black hair flying wildly. Since he knew Qin Hao was not a being of the Slaughter Realm, he also inferred that Qin Hao was holding back his strength.

He looked at his own chest; there, torrents of blood flowed out, a razor‑sharp wound appeared, and within that wound his internal organs were nearly injured, making his body tremble uncontrollably.

However, he thought it over and said, "Your Majesty, perhaps let the Commandery Princess go out more often. Maybe appoint her as an envoy to tour the various countries." With the Commandery Princess Lin's lethal power, touring the various countries might just unify Wei State under heaven.

These days, Lei Mingzi had not summoned the two; reportedly he was dealing with some thorny matters, having continuously consulted his subordinates for two days and two nights.

With the Ice Snow Beast's speed, he actually ran for the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, and the road ahead gradually grew narrower.

Before leaving, his fiery eyes narrowed as he looked at the building where the detained girls were held, marked with the lewd character, and he said, "Tomorrow have someone tear down this building and give me a clean pond, plant more trees." This place of foul miasma would likely need years of nurturing before it could improve.

Because Xia Peilu was merely a rank below Chen Luoshui in the company, she seemed overly familiar with this young man.

"The liquor I like is something I would love even if I were dead, and love even if I were alive." After a few gulps, the drunkard also fell into the realm of wine tasting, unable to help but exclaim.

Only those strong cultivators who had remained in the Golden Core Realm for a long time could barely survive the assault of the Silver Lightning.

If the old lady's birthday banquet were as lively as in previous years, most of the distinguished guests would be prominent figures from the court; the most prestigious would be Prince Rui's Mansion, followed by the Duke of Wei's Mansion. As the old lady Ye's birthday, the Duke of Wei's Mansion, as her in‑laws, naturally ought to offer congratulations.

As a result, this banquet turned into something she now looks back on with embarrassment. She thought that if she behaved well, she would earn Yang Jiahua's lingering glance; if she was obedient and relieved his worries, he would notice her goodness and gradually grow close to her. She had clearly planned everything out.

"I love you." Luo Qiyue continued to confess her love. Yang Jiahua's thin‑skinned face warmed as he looked at Luo Qiyue's smiling face.

Zhao Weiming and Zhang Nianzhu exchanged a glance, thinking, "This won't be easy—Nine Tubes makes his living from this; if you don't let him open a gambling den, he'll be left drinking northwest wind."

Actually, this is pretty good—Jiang Yiyi and Chen Feng both went through the entertainment industry's big dye vat, understand each other's pasts, have endured much suffering, yet after crossing thousands of mountains they finally walked hand in hand, which is the best possible outcome.

"What era is this now? You still care about these things? Besides, you and my mom weren't living together unmarried back then, so why can't I do the same?" Cen Keyin muttered.