Chapter 337: A Different Feeling

After a brief moment of surprise, Cao Sheng did not push Jiang Xiaoshuang away; he had never been a man who kept himself chaste, and before his rebirth, he had dated quite a few people.

After his rebirth, it was because he wanted to concentrate his energy on writing, and didn't want to waste his time and energy on romance, that he tried his best not to let himself fall into the whirlpool of love.

So, rather than saying he became single-minded and conservative in matters of love after his rebirth, it would be better to say he had simply lost most of his interest in romantic relationships between men and women.

Because love

By the time she woke up again, having missed three meals in a day, Meng Yao was still bleary-eyed as Ming Chen carried her to the dining room.

After hearing about the matter from Shen Mengping over the meal, his face darkened like ink as he went to knock on Qin Wan's door.

Liu Meiren could not fathom the Empress's thoughts—could the Empress really feel not a shred of jealousy? She did not believe it for a second.

"Does having white hair necessarily make one an evil person?" Among those who came to worship at the Buddha's land were also common folk who had accompanied their wives or mothers; these people themselves did not actually believe in Buddhism.

Wang Jing, who possessed the Heavenly Eye, easily discerned that Gu Xingyu had a cultivation of the eighth layer of Qi Refining, and that his spiritual root grade was certainly not low.

Its body kept swelling in waves, as if the ghost husband's soul within was violently struggling.

"It's nothing—I just saw the news and learned you've been suspended from duty. Are you alright?" Tang Tang asked her with concern.

Ming Chen paid no attention whatsoever to his own mother, set the medicine cauldron in his hand on the table, and pulled Meng Yao off to wash her face and change clothes.

Sichen was uneasy; he suddenly leapt into the great cave, and in less than a moment flew back up, his face extremely ugly. He shook his head at the crowd and said that the place below was indeed a sealing ground, but unfortunately the wood-element sealing stone was gone—it must have been swallowed by the Qiongqi.

Hua Feifan's strike, which he had been certain to land, was broken. A savage look immediately appeared on his face, and as countless insect shadows burst forth across the sky, a black sword also shot out like a bolt of lightning.

A wretched cry mingled with the sound of spitting blood. The last thing this man saw with his eyes was a face grinning so wide that a row of gleaming white teeth was fully exposed, and then—! Under the pursuing kick of that person, his skull was stomped apart, and he died completely.

Zhao Dabao and the court were doing everything they could to coax and pacify the three commanders into accepting posts and guarding the border; how would they dare at this point bring up any charges?

"What are you doing!" Huo Lei stood up and rebuked loudly. By this time there were barely any students left in the classroom; it was probably because Berkna and the others had noticed this situation that they came up to pick a fight.

The more I looked, the more my hair stood on end, and I secretly exclaimed in shock: damn, is this whole body a zongzi? No wonder the world says corpse-raising belongs to the two Xis—any ancient tomb you wander into in the Qinling Mountains is this terrifying.

On the map, three military dogs that had been running in different directions suddenly stopped, turned a corner, and then galloped off in a specific direction.

There were also twenty thousand fourth-rank evil monks, responsible for transporting the initial military grain and other military supplies, cleaning up the battlefield, and cooperating in plundering and sorting through the spoils the third-rank monks had taken from the Liao people.

Duo trembled violently all over—if there really were such a fearsome great killing weapon, how could the Holy City still be captured?

People like Zhao Huan and Gao Qiu could not see his true face—cowardly, incompetent, and utterly terrified, wanting only to kneel and beg for mercy.

"To actually possess such a powerful demonic beast puppet!" the shadowed strongman slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse and gloomy as he spoke.

Stonewell weighed one of the hilts in his hand, then tossed it to Li Aichuan, and pointed toward the lawn behind the villa.

The ability within Chi Hua's body operated at full power, his domain continuously expanding until it covered the entire battlefield. The whole earth suddenly began to shake, and the ground slowly sank.

"Brother Lu, didn't you just say that as long as you can share the Marshal's burdens, you'd gladly go through fire and water?" Zihuang said with a smile.

Earlier, Liang Chen had already vaguely sensed that the ultimate of the Way of Feng Shui lay not in the transformations of technique, but in something of a deeper level.

Mi Lei's movement art was hazy and ethereal, like a dream, like an illusion; her graceful figure was soft as if boneless, drifting through the air.