Chapter 227: Yu Youhan: Can Dual Cultivation Make One Stronger? Chen Mo's Best Use!

Ming'an Street, Yan Residence.

Served by a maid, Yan Peizhi took off his brocade robe, changed into loose silk undergarments, and lay down on the carved agarwood canopy bed.

Two delicate-looking maids knelt at the foot of the bed, resting his feet on their laps, their fair hands gently massaging the acupoints on his soles.

As one of the roots of yang qi, massaging the feet can guide floating yang qi back to its origin—a process known as "leading fire back to the source"—thereby balancing the body's yin and yang and helping to improve sleep.

"Junior Sister Jun, Junior Brother Murong was only speaking the truth; why get so angry?" Yang Qing said softly.

Having had an arm crippled by Yang Fan today, he was filled with resentment and determined to take revenge, otherwise he would have no face left to show.

The laboratory was a scene of constant activity as Huo Jianning continuously introduced the research directions of each project team to Xia Yu.

Her beautiful feet were not beautiful at all now; of the ten toenails, only three seemed to remain, a bloody yet non-lethal sight.

When Relativity Entertainment was in urgent need of funds for other aspects, it also received external financial support.

The old master remembered that when he got the money back yesterday, he had carefully looked at it and smelled it; there was no such odor as Jiang Xi had described.

If everything goes smoothly, the future agreement between Sand Sea Entertainment and Marvel Comics will not be a problem at all.

No one answered him, which meant he could leave. So, Fourth Master Huo decisively took his people and left this place of trouble.

"Don't be nervous, you just need to lie down." Qin Luo pulled the mattress over, laid it across the edge of the kang, and patted the pillow. Xiaoxiao obediently lay down, closed her eyes, moved her hands away, and placed them at her sides.

Ji Ruobing is the same; she clearly knows that the person I love is Lin Shiyin, and even if Lin Shiyin left, I wouldn't give her up, so why does Ruobing still want to be with me?

Seeing that Bai Shulan had made no move and said nothing, Jiang Feng guessed her intention. She was likely waiting for Xia Long to return before making a decision, which meant she would not kill Jiang Feng for now.

The flames swirled inside the alchemy furnace, lifting the spiritual herbs into the air; in a moment, they turned into black powder. This was the end of the first refinement. Immediately after, she used the control of her spiritual sense to perform the second refinement.

Zhu Chiqing became more alarmed the more he fought; although he was somewhat afraid, the thought of Daoist Master Ganyang behind him made his magic power against Xuan Yuan even more fierce.

"Su Kouye, you might not understand. My point is that no matter what, I don't want to exterminate the Beast Race; they are our allies now," Jiang Feng emphasized.

The cat-man beast soldier had a strength of about 25, more than enough to deal with this mouse. She raised her hand, grabbed the mouse's head, and then squeezed hard, crushing its skull.

Thinking of the scene just now, Wang Zhongxing could not help but move closer to the Daoist as he walked, while Xuan Yuan followed silently behind.

"Binglan! Binglan!" Hearing a familiar voice calling her, Binglan opened her eyes, but she could see nothing. What was going on? What had happened to her? She was terrified; it seemed as if she had been to this place before.

In the darkness of this night, everything was gray and hazy; the few of them could only see that the surrounding mountain forests and trees were pitch black, and none of them knew where this childish voice had come from.

In the seventh year of the Jiajing reign of the Ming Dynasty, there was a villager named Wang Yuan in Tonghe Village, Dingzhou, Hebei. He was all alone, poor as a church mouse, with only a rope bed and an earthen stove, living hand-to-mouth—truly destitute.

"The Princess indeed has symptoms of phlegm-fluid, but it doesn't look like cold-dampness stagnation," Shen Ruohua said, frowning after finishing the pulse reading. "It looks more like damp-heat stagnation, but I dare not be certain; I fear it would be best to invite an Imperial Physician to take a look." She appeared very hesitant and unable to make up her mind.

A figure in a white windbreaker suddenly burst out from the dense canopy, like a bird freed from its bonds, gliding freely across the azure sky.

Li Tingji had just mustered the courage to say one sentence when he saw a stack of memorials being flung onto the floor with a clatter, followed by the Emperor's roar, which echoed throughout the entire Qianqing Palace.