Chapter 453: The Eunuch

Talun couldn’t help but sink into ecstasy, even forgetting the topic he’d planned to bring up when Albert spoke to him.

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

Huhuh, before dawn on the second day, a sharp whistling sound shot southwestward, vanishing into the darkness within a few howls; in the courtyard, several pairs of eyes watched the receding figure.

This was also why the Mist Veil Illusion had no Spirit Mist Divine Tree at all, and within this illusion, there was only one Spirit Mist Divine Tree.

Albert didn’t know how to answer. He stared blankly at the prisoner, silent for a long while.

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

If his previous thoughts on this matter weren’t yet firmly rooted, these recent lessons had driven them deep into his soul.

The cultivator was bald, with a slightly hunched back, 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?” As Xiao Mo walked 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 at just the right time—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 entrance, clearly sufficient for everyone.

Yet remembering Jingzhe’s near-obsessive adherence to this rule, Jing Tian still told Jingzhe everything from start to finish.

“Since we’re going to the Xing family, we must also prepare a proper visiting gift for Master Xing, to avoid being accused of ignorance of etiquette,” Nan Gong Yin said with a 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 him to make amends.

His gaze toward the ceiling grew deeper, like a dry well absorbing all things in the world—or excluding them all.

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

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

Also, my cousin drove to a blind date and had his side mirror smashed by Liu Bangneng—he’s demanding compensation, but how much is a side mirror worth?

Huang Yitian hadn’t been back from Huzhou for many days when, early that 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 PM in the third-floor conference room of the County Government.”

Yet in truth, the fish balls weren’t nearly as bad as Tang Zhong imagined—they were still edible, just unappealing in appearance.

Not just today, not 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 join the War Department, accepting only nearly discarded species—birds, beasts, insects, fish—all mixed 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, tall, curvaceous body, she never flaunted it. Instead, every movement was restrained and elegant, her expression one of icy aloofness, untouchable purity.

Damn it, did your mom crush your brain when she gave birth to you? You think without any regard for reality or key factors. How Huang Yitian and Zhu Aiguo fight is none of your business—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 complexity; its flaw is obvious—it can’t deliver precise strikes, like the Flying Thunder Cannon. But so what?

Madam 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 carefully scanned her from head to toe; only after confirming she was unharmed did she finally exhale in relief.

Bai Mengxi sighed and 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 always believed the old woman had acted by accident and felt guilty inside.

Just now, snapping the enemy’s neck—before, I could’ve done it with my bare hands; now, I had to rely on the wooden spear’s force.

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

“Alright, alright, I know you’ve drunk enough ink—no more nonsense, let’s go.” Chen Geng grabbed his younger brother’s hand and turned to leave.

Once Zhang Qian understood, his heart grew light; the years of hidden gloom within him vanished, and he felt like a true youth again.