Chapter 111: Spending the Night in the Imperial Palace! The Empress Is Crying Again! (6K)

Moreover, the counties occupied by the guard army—aside from Laiwu and Feixian, which were barely acceptable—were all barren lands with mountains and little arable soil; even if reclaimed, they offered little benefit, and instead demanded annual efforts to aid the suffering populace.

The playing card man's body slammed hard against the ground. The moment his body touched the earth, it burst open like a sack of water, his bones cracking sharply, and his blood spattered outward in all directions, staining the surrounding ground.

Just moments ago, he had been moved by the other's efforts and sincerely thanked them, urging them to keep up the good work—yet in the next instant, they made such a demand.

As long as a large quantity of divine-tier bloodlines is absorbed, this journey through the Cycle Realm will be a complete success.

As the foundation of the Sky City emerged, Ye Hen instantly unfurled his wings and flew inside; once the aircraft was placed within, testing flight could begin, and everyone waited in silent anticipation for this thrilling moment.

"Wrong," Luo Hong said calmly. Suddenly, a bottle of special healing serum appeared in his previously empty left hand. He unhurriedly pried off the cap with his thumb, producing a soft "pop" as compressed air escaped.

Chu Xiao saw these attacks and paid them no mind; instead, he stood his ground, ready to test just how monstrous his divine body had become.

The heavens and earth spun dizzily; bizarre, kaleidoscopic colors flashed before his eyes. Wen Feng seemed to leap across infinite distances. In the high-speed transit, he grew dizzy and fainted.

"Shut up, don't speak," Yan Huang said, forcibly kissing Qing You's lips. One hand slid downward, pausing between her thighs, beginning to tease her sensitive spots.

Chu Xiao watched this scene and was secretly astonished—how powerful was the Ten Thousand Charms Divine Scripture, to even refine the power of Heaven's Dao? What kind of supreme being had created this cultivation system?

Since learning of Lin Yue'er's death, Ye Ziyang had been gloomy for days, refusing even a drop of water. No one could persuade him. Lin Xingchen finally lost patience and ordered him to drink at least some rice porridge. "Otherwise, how can I face your departed mother?"

"This is Old One, the abandoned construct Pluto. Information about it is kept secret by all major guilds; all I know is what's shown in the weekly reports. Let's explore and study it together," said the Commanding Lost Prophet.

As He Xi daydreamed about landing a Black Ant card, he used Butterfly Wings to teleport home—just as he arrived in Prondra City, he spotted a knight NPC running toward him, as if a quest had triggered.

After finally leaving the palace, Chen Fei let out a long breath upon seeing Yin Ping waiting outside. He slipped the note into his pocket and headed with Yin Ping to the Cheng residence.

The strength of the Nine Orifices Spiritual Root gradually revealed itself after Xia Zheng's soul achieved complete freedom.

"Not bad, Old R. When the guildmaster acts, you know it's serious," came the private message from the Royal Guild's leader, Royal Earth's Gift.

Xu Fan's first sentence finally eased the tension in the group—but his next sentence immediately raised their hearts again.

Dozens of millions of cockroach demons instantly swallowed the great mountain—yet the first to counterattack was the Assassin Alliance, these bloodthirsty killers who cared nothing for the threat of death. They were madmen who would do anything for money.

Initially, coal mining and application received little attention, but good things always withstand the test of time.

His meaning was clear: he mocked Yan Chifeng for taking Zhong Kui's side—it was simply bad judgment in friendship.

"System, are you truly going to keep assigning me tasks, rewarding me accordingly for completing them, and helping me become a divine-level psychological counselor?" Luo Nan thought silently.

His soul extended over three hundred meters before slowly halting. At that moment, Long Teng felt the entire mysterious forest lay bare before him—though in truth, it was only that three-hundred-meter radius.

Thus, Qing Xuan simply touched any spot on her body, and her acupoints were instantly unlocked. Lin Youran regained freedom and could speak—but her hatred was indescribable.

Lin Chengyue's mood improved; she no longer sighed or wept as before. Yet she handed back to her the embroidered silk handkerchief bearing the motif of "Rich Peony."

Mei Feixue was clever and naturally understood these things—she simply hadn't expected her first attempt to end in failure.

"Huh…" Ye Mo stretched her aching wrists, satisfied with her hard-won creation.

Chen Tongtong discovered that these individuals had been placed on the nation's most-wanted list—police and military units everywhere were hunting them.

"How dare you wage war against our Immortal Army?" said a disciple of a top-tier Immortal Sect, a cultivator nearing the pinnacle of sect power, emboldened by his status.

Speaking, the Dragonman shook his body, his five-to-six-meter-long white dragon form hurtling straight toward the Earth Storm Bear. For him, the hatred between Earth Storm Bear and Dragonman could not be easily resolved—this was the moment to settle it.

Even if all the turtles in the world were laid before me, I would only seek my own.

Over the past three years, the thing he did most was lock himself in a windowless room, staring at photos of his mother and son, remembering them.