Chapter 238

Today I wrote fifteen thousand eight hundred words, starting to make up for this month’s overdue updates.

Chu Ling glanced at Ru Tong, remembering the bun Ru Tong had secretly slipped him a few days ago; Chu Ling said nothing, extended his frostbitten red hand, and pulled at the silk cushion beneath Ru Tong’s knees, signaling him to lean against him.

The Three Empresses presided over court affairs under the pretext of his youth, temporarily seizing the imperial authority that belonged to him to ensure state stability and order.

A cold voice rang out, causing Chu Ling to frown slightly; he had only just arrived at Ganlu Palace last night and hadn’t stayed long before being ordered to move again—anger stirred in his heart.

Because tonight’s situation was special, the only filming location left was the rice-drying ground; during this time, artists could leave without being followed by cameramen.

The Pure Spirit Court was unlike other places—it was enveloped by a layer of “Soul-Shielding Membrane.”

This Gao Yu gave him a constant sense of hidden depth; though he had encountered few Death Gods—almost none—he felt something uniquely peculiar about Gao Yu.

Nan Wan raised her hand to cut off her words, then flicked her thumb backward, gesturing for her to look for herself.

Feng Liming’s temper flared instantly, but remembering the Prince’s identity must not be exposed, he suppressed it.

Two cavalry units charged at each other; a dark shadow darted back and forth between men and horses, and some noble youths on horseback, as if finding an outlet, displayed greater bravery than ever before.

Although the situation had just spiraled wildly, since the forbidden killing rule had not yet been triggered, there was still a chance to recover.

A thunderous boom came from the direction of Mist City, startling Yuan Qingfeng and shattering his good mood entirely; the song in his throat died instantly.

Though Zhao Jingdong’s skills had vastly improved since the past and he now had full confidence in them, this time was different from that time on the bus when he apprehended the bandits.

The peerless beauty suddenly furrowed her brow; Mu Xinghan’s beautiful eyes shifted slightly, their gazes meeting in midair—her cold eyes held emotions no one could decipher. Lan Ling’er met her gaze without flinching, then suddenly lifted the corners of her lips into a breathtaking smile, radiant against the sea of tears.

He Lan Ping had no trouble shielding this group; with his status as Crown Prince, a single waist token would let He Lan Yao and the others enter and exit the palace freely.

“Girl, look who I am?” Though Xiao Ling was adorable, the person being severely ignored was extremely annoyed; finally unable to bear it, he dug Xiao Ling’s head out from under the pillow and sat facing him.

Using a beauty trap and expecting not to get groped? That sounds hardly feasible.

The river water surged into spray from the palm wind, splashing several zhang away—evidence of the palm wind’s ferocity.

Bai Luoyun treated Xi Yue quite well, daily having the kitchen prepare special pastries and seasonal fruits for her.

An An saw the ancient handsome man before her, his starlike eyes filled with disbelief at her earlier question.

The more prosperous the martial path, the weaker the imperial power; Zhongzhou, hailed as the great holy land of the Great Huang martial path, could not even establish a unified imperial dynasty.

“What? You want us to go down?” Yuan Min felt the place was full of inexplicable corpses; though she wasn’t afraid, that didn’t mean she wanted to deal with dead bodies.

Jiangcheng had developed significantly; the municipal government had begun considering the overall layout of the southern district and the entire city’s financial situation.

Phoenix recalled the sword qi; the golden blade circled once around his fingers. Phoenix sensed the consumption had still been considerable. The demons themselves weren’t particularly high-ranked—just strong in defense and astonishingly fast—but their life essence hadn’t improved much.

Unfortunately, it was merely fantasy; Sun Quan knew he could never be Liu Xie, and the lord of Jiangdong was his elder brother Sun Ce, not himself.

As for other locations on Dragon Island, only the central region had been built up into a city for mages: the City of a Thousand Towers.

He merely stood there, yet An Ruo felt her eardrums vibrating—she simply couldn’t imagine it.

The three-legged toad, whose leg had been blown off, now had the wound perfectly healed, with no trace of injury. It swam happily in the water, occasionally lifting its head to croak at its master; this toad had never been so joyful since it was brought back.

But who the nail was remained unknown; Liu Xie had secretly observed Sima Fang, Ding Chong, and others, finding nothing—perhaps Yang Biao might help him uncover the traitor.

You think I came here like this, but I didn’t; the man thought silently. The situation now was that if he didn’t act, neither would they.

The Revolutionary Army’s stance on cooperation was simple: if Li Mu truly had the power to help them complete the revolution, then for their current desperate state, supporting the Illuminati wouldn’t be difficult. As for believing in the True God, that was impossible—such things couldn’t be achieved by mere words.

At this moment, Bai Yan suddenly lifted his head, keenly sensing a spiritual sense sweep past; his brow furrowed slightly.

Old Zhang summoned the Qiankun Mirror, lending his essence to trigger the third transformation of the Dao Decree, but Zhang Wei stopped him.

Ahead, Old Di and Old Zhang were waiting; Zhang Wei hadn’t expected his master to precisely strike enemies with lightning from such a distance—now realizing it, he couldn’t help but be amazed.

The red horse snorted with its nostrils raised, looking smug; it tilted its head haughtily and exhaled several puffs of breath.

At this time, You Tongying was still innocent and kind, naturally fearful of the police officer.