Chapter 453: The Eunuch

Talun couldn't help but become enchanted, even forgetting the topic he'd originally planned to bring up when Albert spoke up.

Lin Yang had no intention of paying them any heed; if they kept stopping every three steps and resting every five, they'd never reach the town ahead tomorrow.

Whoosh—before dawn on the second day, a swift rush of wind shot toward the southwest, vanishing into the darkness within a few howls; in the courtyard, several pairs of eyes watched the receding figure disappear.

This was also why the Mist Veil Illusionary Realm had never produced a single Mist Veil Divine Tree, and within this illusionary realm, there was only one Mist Veil Divine Tree.

Albert was at a loss for how to answer. He stared blankly at the prisoner, silent for a long while.

Arriving in this unfamiliar world, Jun Yang had thought he'd never again feel the warmth of family—but over these two days in Ice Crystal City, he truly felt as if he'd returned home.

If his previous thoughts on this matter hadn't been firmly rooted, these recent lessons had driven them deep into his soul.

The cultivator was bald, his back slightly hunched, clad in a red robe—clearly a church bishop.

When planning the day before, he'd stressed it repeatedly; now, over a single meal, he was acting as if it were a huge matter.

He felt he'd gone mad, but because of her, he felt no regret at all.

"Just some commoners—what's so different about them?" Seeing Xiao Mo walk away, Murong Linglong resumed her air of utter disdain.

Although Xilin ultimately lost one-fifth of its territory, it was far better than total annihilation.

They arrived neither early nor late—the scheduled departure was seven, and they got there at 6:50; a brand-new luxury bus was parked on the east side of the gate, clearly sufficient for everyone.

Yet remembering Jingzhe's near-obsessive adherence to this rule, Jing Tian still told Jingzhe everything from beginning to end.

"Since we're going to the Xing family, we should naturally bring them a proper visiting gift, so we don't give them reason to say we don't know the rules," Nangong Yin said with a sudden smile.

Though it was a reprimand, He Qingfeng relaxed—"Alright, alright. I won't joke with her anymore—it was my fault." She actively flattered and acted sweet.

His gaze toward the ceiling grew deeper, dark as a dry well, as if ready to swallow all things in the world, yet as if excluding everything.

Lian Xinying said Yan Ye's features were etched in her heart—those words made Yan Ye's heart melt; now, seeing her drawings, his heart grew even sweeter.

At the third watch, a gentle evening breeze stirred the window lattice, producing a soft creak—what a beautiful night.

Also, my cousin drove to a blind date and had his rearview mirror smashed by Liu Bangneng; he strongly demanded compensation—how much is a rearview mirror worth?

Huang Yitian hadn't been back from Huzhou for many days when, early this morning upon arriving at work, he received a notice from the County Committee Office: "A full meeting of the County Committee Standing Committee will be held at 2 p. m. in the third-floor conference room of the County Government."

In truth, the taste of the fish balls wasn't nearly as bad as Tang Zhong had imagined—they were still edible with rice, just unappealing in appearance.

It wasn't just today, nor just yesterday; for three years, whenever she faced difficulty, Haolin had always stepped forward, helping her openly or covertly.

After careful thought, Wang Man, citing self-preservation, had them incorporated into the War Division, accepting only nearly discarded clans—birds, beasts, insects, fish—all mixed together into a grotesquely heterogeneous army.

"Here's the deal: I'll pay to build the road, we'll expand the medicinal herb fields, and we'll split future profits evenly. How's that?" Qin Yan said.

Bing Ji understood men's psychology thoroughly; though she possessed a beautiful, slender, curvaceous body, she never flirted carelessly—instead, every movement was reserved and elegant, her expression one of icy aloofness, untouchable purity.

Damn it, when your mom gave birth to you, did she squeeze your brain so hard it got damaged? You think without any regard for reality or key factors—how Huang Yitian and Zhu Aiguo fight has nothing to do with you, do you understand? All you care about is the result: Huang Yitian helping you.

This weapon's greatest advantage over tube artillery is its relatively low manufacturing technology; its flaw is obvious—it can't perform precise strikes, like the Flying Thunder Cannon; but so what?

Lady He entered with a radiant smile, gestured for her attendants to set down the items, then walked gently to Bai Mengxi, took her hand, and thoroughly scanned her from head to toe; only after confirming she was unharmed did she finally exhale in relief.

Bai Mengxi helplessly called out again; seeing the person still lost in their own world, she had no choice but to pull over a chair and sit beside them, holding dozens of silver needles, ready in case another acupuncture session was needed.

But an accident occurred then—though the smell was strong, these people didn't care at all; on the battlefield, they could eat even beside corpses, let alone something merely smelly.

Because of these words, Song Li had always believed the old woman had acted by accident and felt guilty inside.

Just now, snapping the enemy's neck—before, he could've done it with his bare hands; now, he needed the leverage of the wooden spear.

Bai Mengxi gave him a reassuring glance, then walked to the wooden tub, dipped her hand in to feel the water temperature, furrowed her brow, and ordered Su Mu to add hot water.

"Alright, alright, I know you've drunk enough ink—no more nonsense with you. Let's go." Chen Geng grabbed his younger brother's hand and turned to leave.

After Zhang Qian figured it out, his heart grew much lighter; the years of hidden gloom within him vanished, and he felt like a true youth again.