Chapter 871

Luo Yan naturally had nothing to say.

She never wanted to speak in the first place.

But she stayed silent, not leaving, leaving Fan Xiaoyu speechless, staring at her in frustration, sighing that indeed she deserved the name Stone.

Stinking and hard!

In the end, Fan Xiaoyu could only watch helplessly as He Chen walked away without hesitation, and for a moment she began to doubt her own charm.

After all, she had always been called a goddess!

Since childhood, how many people had liked her.

Regardless of what rank the Tiger General was, the gap in combat power had shrunk drastically, and her own stamina was at full capacity—her chances of victory were high.

“Want to leave? Not so easy!” Li Haofeng had long coveted this Wolf King. Now that the Wolf King was trying to escape, how could he let it go?

Beikawa Yuriko was the first person allowed to freely enter and exit her office, and even the seniors never guarded against her.

Upon closer inspection, the miners digging for ore had far higher cultivation levels than those hauling it; with a single swing of their iron picks, they chiseled out large chunks of ore.

Unfortunately, the Dao De Jing had little effect on me, yet why did it have such a powerful effect on Tianlin? What connection lay behind this? Could it truly be because he was a divine reincarnation?

“Husband, you haven’t told me where we’re going yet,” Ao Ling’er asked again, seeing Jiang Yang standing there in daze.

“Take Lady Lu back home. Don’t wander around unless necessary—lest you run into someone you can’t afford to offend. Isn’t that right?” Li Nengxi smiled at Lady Lu, catching her meaning. Lady Lu quickly nodded.

Xue Yunyan returned from the Empress’s palace furious, unable to hold back her questions as she looked at her attendant Xiuhé.

It wasn’t that the military formation was exhausting to train—among these soldiers, even the weakest were at the Human Immortal Realm; this level of training couldn’t possibly tire them.

“The Chairman is inside. Please, go ahead,” Manager Xu gestured, not intending to enter himself.

Wang Hu nodded at this. He recalled his earlier battle with that special zombie—just as Feng Tian had said, it had effortlessly dodged bullets, and even when struck by Chen Zhongjun’s sniper rifle, it hadn’t been killed.

A single stone stirred a thousand waves—Zhong Wuhu had lost too, meaning Ji Ming had already secured a top-three position and firmly grasped one of the prizes. Whether he’d claim first, second, or third would depend on the upcoming challenges.

Yet under the fierce assault of the Quwo troops, though the Yi City center force fought desperately, the Quwo center force pressed relentlessly behind, making it clear they would not be able to retreat back into Yi City.

By now, if the royal house wished to preserve its former dignity, it could not do so without the support of a great power.

“Then five years from now! I can wait—I’ll wait for you, no matter how long it takes,” Hong Zhiyong said at once, his eyes lighting up without hesitation.

In reply to Baili Ce’s lecture, came a thunderous roar of assent—loud, resounding, and mighty.

I hurried to look at the east, west, and north sides, and saw a stone on each. When I tried to summon the Shadow Spirit, I helped push the stone statues together.

Countless petals fell, countless green leaves dropped, sweeping past the dark, muddy, and panicked eyes of the sparrow.

Pei Junyong’s unit was stationed by Feng Tian on the flanks of the convoy, primarily responsible for protecting the convoy’s sides.

He watched helplessly as Xizilia dragged her weakened body back to the grill herself.

Only when Liu Ping boarded the bus and truly entered the vast, endless, undulating mountains—where ravines stretched as far as the eye could see—did she feel a profound sense of awe.

Yet she could already imagine what life would be like after marrying Qu Weili—living with his parents.