Chapter 187

Lu Shixiu looked at the two braised chickens and half a braised duck hanging on the bamboo pole, and the three jin of braised offal left in the jar. She hesitated.

When I appeared at the Lotus Water Pavilion, everything around suddenly fell silent, even the sound that had been pounding against my heart, causing it to ache faintly, ceased at once.

"Let me ask you—among all the heroes under heaven, are there any more formidable than you?" Liu Tianhao knew his frown might have given Dian Wei and Xu Chu a mistaken impression, so he relaxed his brow and asked slowly.

Lu Shixiu was an atheist and did not believe in such things. But for the sake of her eatery opening smoothly, she decided to go along with the flow once. She harbored the thought that perhaps her eatery would become wildly popular after opening, and packed her belongings for the next day's outing.

Princess Duanyang carefully arranged her clothing, as if she were about to receive guests shortly.

If you send someone away without cause, the wages are non-refundable. You must still pay the full agreed amount for the remaining work. If you invite villagers over again, Lu Shixiu must pay two fen.

Seeing Li Yinghua's stiff smile, Li Nengxi wanted to laugh—thankfully, her poison had already been cured by the Divine Physician's acupuncture before the Flower Viewing Banquet, or else today she would have let Li Yinghua gloat.

In just a few moves, over twenty turns had passed. Mu Yao said: "You traded my reward for a marriage decree between Mu Yu and Dongming, but the Dongfang family refused. Choose another—I'll do my best to fulfill your request."

"Ambush? Who dares be so bold! How could they ambush unless they volunteered? Transmit my edict: Empress Hui shall be imprisoned in the Cold Palace and stripped of her imperial consort rank."

Yi Qing swiftly drew her two fingers across her left palm, and a steady stream of crimson blood flowed out—but Yi Qing's blood differed from ordinary blood. Normally, such blood carries the warmth of the body, yet Yi Qing's blood was icy cold.

Among them, only the Demon God Bifang knew this was a great array personally established by the Eastern Emperor Tianzun—but he did not know what was being suppressed. Within the array's influence, all cultivators below the Tianzun Realm lost their true qi entirely, becoming as ordinary as mortals. Though Bifang was strong, he was still ten thousand miles away from the Tianzun Realm—how could he dare to try?

Seeing the petal, Old Huang's eyes suddenly brightened, his expression filled with longing, his body trembling slightly.

Was it because he was certain he possessed a face that charmed ten thousand people that he had Qin Wanyi completely under his thumb?

After reading her own written account, Liu Rumei began locking herself in her inn room.

Gu Jiangzhou felt as if he'd been deceived—wasn't he affectionately called to join for lunch? Why, upon arriving, did he find nothing at all?

At thirty, one is like a she-wolf; at forty, like a tiger. He was precisely at the tiger's age—why, lately, had he started staring at people's backsides? He remembered he'd never cared for that spot before—only the front.

Thinking of this, Qin Wanyi lifted her gaze and silently regarded the upper floor, then turned and walked out with resolute determination.

She had never expected Mo Mingchen to answer that way—unconsciously, Liu Rumei's face instantly flushed red like an apple.

A white long dress, pink gauze—this was the first time Chen Chufan had seen her dressed like this. Her beauty was lively, adorable, and alluring.

After lying on her large bed for a while, she suddenly remembered what she needed to do next. She immediately rose; a thought flashed through her mind, and then she vanished from the room.

Doctor Zheng inserted the tubing into Lu Yulin's arm, drew morphine from the syringe, located his vein, and injected it.

"Too bad the blood on these wings contains spatial laws—if they contained temporal laws, my domain would have advanced by leaps and bounds!" Yang Tian shook his head.

The ship to the Soviet Union departed on July 24. Contini chose not to take the railway to Moscow or Leningrad, but instead sailed across the Mediterranean, passed through Turkey and the straits into the Black Sea, ending at Sochi—the Soviet Black Sea coastal city and resort.

"That worthless man—I absolutely won't let him off this time! Or next time he'll harm us again!" Lin Wanru could no longer bear it—mentioning Gu Shaoqing made her furious.

As her voice faded, she charged forward like a storm, stirring clouds and mist, as if a silver pillar had shattered space. Ye Youhan roared, and his crimson dragon claws clenched into fists, striking upward with unstoppable force.

Before it could fully react, the stupid dog suddenly opened its mouth, its fur bristling—then a huge tongue swept through the air, reeking of a foul stench, toward it.

"Excellent, excellent… You have rendered Great Achievement for Fascisti." Mussolini's greatest fear was resistance from local police and military. Though the Blackshirts had passed Cremona, Alessandria, and Bologna without effective interception, he still did not know Rome's current status.

So the male brown-furred beings naturally believed themselves superior—everything good in the tribe belonged to them; if they desired a female, it was her fortune.

From the wreckage, it had clearly possessed three pairs of six thick, symmetrical tentacles when alive, and a pair of foreclaws covered in thick black carapace. The smooth surface of the carapace, as if meticulously polished, reflected the circular overhead lights.

Tears fell "pata, pata" to the ground. Zhang Hao ignored his platoon leader's order, sat on the ground, and buried his head in his hands, weeping bitterly.

Hearing ZHU's complaint, the soldiers burst into laughter. After the reporters finished photographing the two, they gathered a group of soldiers to pose for photos on the bus.

Gong Chi Ruo wiped away the tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. His brow remained tightly furrowed, his face grim. Gong Nanmu beside him was no better off.

Amid the duty student's booming "Stand up! Salute!", Ren Jiyuan rose, his face marked with red impressions from his clothes, dazed and half-asleep.

Later, Qiaoqiao gradually grew dominant, revealing extraordinary talent. Their hearts eased slightly—now, even if she were truly taken as a son-in-law, they needn't fear she'd be overpowered.

Tang Rui lay on another bed in the room. Because she was pregnant, Sun Lan had not given her strong medicine, so she was startled awake by He Xinlang's sudden movement.