Chapter 122: Fire Burns Red Cliffs 3.0! An Epic Catastrophe! (6K)

Li Zhiqing knew that Wulanara would never again be the Fourth Consort, worried that her beauty would be ruined, and quietly rose and withdrew. Li Zhiqing felt guilty toward Wulanara — you forced my hand, everything was you forcing my hand.

But Chen Mubai still couldn't escape. Though his mouth said no, his body was very honest; he dodged twice, then gave up struggling, desperately pressing his lips together, but under his fervent assault, in the end his lips were still pried open.

So it can be done this way too. It seems her Brother Lin can sometimes be a man who offers ideas… and on top of that it's a masquerade ball, so masks can be worn.

According to news from the Yellow Springs Hall, Xianrong should have gone to the Northern Plains — that's a bitter, cold land. Why would she go to such a place?

"Your companion herself doesn't want to live anymore, why bother saving her?" Kito Manjuuki asked.

But for some unknown reason, after finishing all this, his eyelid twitched wildly, and an ominous premonition welled up from within.

Chen Mubai hesitated for a long time, but when she saw him asking for a hug and making a heart gesture, she recalled the same gesture she had given him before he went on stage for the fashion show yesterday, and burst out laughing. She steeled herself, and finally sat down beside him, reached out and hugged him, buried her head in his embrace, and closed her eyes.

The moment his words fell, they saw that black mist seemed to emerge from his body — in just an instant it immediately spread outward. Everyone hurriedly covered their noses and mouths, yet the black qi still seeped into their mouths, while he alone stood in the center, completely unaffected.

Su Xi's voice seemed to carry a bewitching, heart-seducing quality; a strange, very sweet fragrance burned in the air. She seemed to have lost the ability to think, half-reclining there, her head splitting with pain.

Rong Hua took it and unfolded it, recognized it as Bai Xiao's clothing, her narrow eyes instantly lighting up. She asked urgently, "How did you find it?" Raising her eyes, she glanced again at Feng Di's carriage, now moving into the distance.

"Vice Sect Leader, you've seen much of the world — what do you make of this situation?" a disciple of the Yanhuang Gate stepped forward to ask Huang Debing.

Returning home, he again grew concerned about the forum. From last night onward, he hadn't been in touch at all. Thinking of this, Chen Qiaoshan picked up his phone and dialed.

Since they were going to look for the soldiers disbanded by the Second Elder, they had to pick some people to handle it. These people had to meet two conditions at once: one was loyalty — disloyal ones would either be killed by those scattered stragglers, or would defect, utterly useless.

Accompanying the roar that shook the battlefield, what appeared was an entire dense line of black dots that filled the horizon.

Following the navigation's guidance, Wang Ge drove the ambulance to the park beside the school playground. A circle of people had gathered there.

In a flash of lightning, Root Infinite's left-hand sleeve sword thrust out, blocking the long blade that nearly took Peter's neck; the greatly alarmed Peter Fascha instinctively obeyed the order.

Though they usually had some conflicts and friction between them, at this moment they were all sincerely proud and delighted at the class ranking.

When this man arrived at the Ancestral Spirit Hall, he was busy handling all sorts of affairs and had no time to mind Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan was happy to have his freedom.

Everyone present faltered. In this day and age, the joke about papayas for breast enhancement had long since spread — no one had expected that, at this point, Chen Qiaoshan still had the leisure to crack jokes.

Everyone present was slightly moved by these words, Shen Yi included. He knew Lin Yuxuan might have had a plan, but he hadn't expected his goal to be this high.

That the continent everywhere sang Xiao Chen's praises — he had long foreseen this, but he paid it no heed. Now he was in the Iron Blood Dynasty's imperial Golden Throne Hall, issuing all manner of orders to his subordinates, arranging the various affairs of the empire to come.

What needed arranging was not only the matter of Hua Yunqi going to the Imperial Prince's residence to treat Chai Junyue's injuries, but also the matter of Noble Consort Hua's side, which had to be set in motion early. Beauty Zheng was residing in Chonghua Palace; if something happened to Beauty Zheng, given Noble Consort Hua's popularity in the palace, even if it had nothing to do with her, she would still be implicated and censured.

Weibo's paw had just been raised when it was pressed back down again by Dong Chenfeng. Weibo lifted its head in confusion and looked at Dong Chenfeng. Dong Chenfeng, however, was looking at Liu Li, his mouth opening and closing, wanting to speak yet holding back.

"You've finally… returned!" A hoarse voice, carrying an indescribable emotion, echoed through the space. This voice was like rolling heavenly thunder, falling upon the ears of the black-winged man.

"She's not the same as us — she's a noble lady, precious and delicate." Someone nearby chimed in.

Then the black-clothed man waved his hand, and everyone's bodies flashed — in an instant they vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared, and not the slightest mark was left behind.

Lin Dingding sulked for a long time. In the evening, after watching the fireworks, she took the children and left the amusement park.

He felt that having sex without emotion was no better than getting a real doll — at least that way he could unlock all sorts of hard-to-mention positions.

"Whether you can swallow it or not is none of your business — you just need to ransom the person at the asking price!" Luo Xingchen said casually, then added, "If you have no intention of ransoming, leave as soon as possible. Otherwise, it may be that even you won't be able to walk away later!" Luo Xingchen stared at the young man and spoke flatly.

Her hands were trembling, as if she had just stopped sobbing shortly after crying, the lingering emotion not yet fully faded.

Mutual affection — the person he likes happens to like him too. Could there be anything luckier than this?

Who knew that upon seeing the annihilation of the combined fleet, this guy's very first reaction was to turn his head, his gaze fixing on Naruto, his eyes nakedly brimming with fighting spirit.

Fang Zheng naturally wouldn't stand on ceremony. He pocketed it, found a room, went in and shut the door, and put all the pills into his spatial ring.

"No! They're my companions — this is how we greet each other!" A battered, bruised Usopp roared in tragic protest.

"This subject absolutely does not lie. Ten days ago, Prime Minister Shi had already read the dispatch from Shu, and afterward this dispatch vanished without a trace. Were it not for a chivalrous wanderer who stole out this dispatch, I'm afraid that by the time the Yuan people attacked Jingcheng, we would still be smugly pleased with ourselves." Wei Liaoweng reported with indignation and a touch of helplessness.

Gao Gen was scared out of his wits and instinctively raised both hands to shield his head, when he heard a "clang!" as the blade struck the waist pouch Gao Gen had just been holding.

Fang Pan and the others headed toward the fourth floor. They were at the fourth level of Innate, and cultivating on the third floor wasn't of much help.

After rattling off everything that needed to be said in one breath, the outer disciple possessed by the demon race swallowed hard.