Chapter 90: The Imperial Consort is Jealous! Qingyi is Broken!

As Lin Yunrao was speaking, Qin Chuyan suddenly pulled Xiao Ruo'an over and pressed a kiss onto Xiao Ruo'an’s soft lips.

"Marshal, General, I have reached a dead end, and I hope the General will take me in." Xiang Qian’s attitude was very sincere, but he himself could not be sure what the reality truly was.

Every movement he made and every step he took matched the beat of the music perfectly. Each progressive chorus seemed as if it had been composed specifically for this moment.

The blazing golden spiritual energy gathered like a storm; this type of explosive qi skill placed extremely high demands on the body’s durability. When at the seventh stage of explosive qi, the pressure the body endured was enough to twist a giant steel ship into a pretzel.

A poison arrow flew toward the slow-moving poison arrow; the area of the domain was too large, and Chen Shiqing could no longer blink out of it.

As the video began, Lin Yanhao’s haggard face and sunken eye sockets gave Xiao Ruo'an a massive visual shock.

We set off tomorrow for the forbidden space, Storm Lake. The lounge is underground; here are the keys, one room per person. Come here tonight, and I will choose weapons for you. Basically, none of the weapons from Earth are of any use here.

After all, a smart person never speaks too definitively and absolutely never uses a tone of certainty, because that is the safest approach.

Just like that, Xiao Ruo'an thought with lingering fear while lying on the bed, gazing at the desolate moonlight. Xiao Ruo'an did not know when, but eventually, they drifted into a light sleep.

"Let's bless them." Shen Zhongnan smiled and said. He had no particular opinion on this matter, only sincere blessings.

When he asked the question, his right hand was still resting on the smooth back, his fingertips brushing over the delicate skin, stirring up a tingling, numb itch.

What kind of place is Red Mist? It is the Governor’s Mansion of the Ninth War Zone, an embassy district teeming with diplomats. With Proteus’s lax management style, one could say that every diplomat was followed by a dozen or even dozens of spies and scouts.

Qin Qu grabbed his collar and yanked the jade pendant off his neck; the former principal’s complexion paled visibly.

Shen Mubai placed both palms face down and pushed off the armrests of the wheelchair with force, leaving Chen Xi’s side with effortless grace. This caused the wheelchair Chen Xi was sitting in to shake several times, leaving them unstable.

Gong Sisheng is the successor chosen by Gong Yuanfeng; if something happens to Gong Sisheng, what will become of the Gong family in the future?

Shen Mubai possessed ears that could hear from all directions. She gently closed her eyes, trying her best to gather her thoughts, and heard the soft sigh emitted by the breeze as it brushed past the treetops.

After the engagement banquet ended, Song Luo and Lin Xiatian stood at the hotel entrance, watching the relatives from both sides depart.

Lin Xiatian looked at him with a beaming smile. Has this guy changed so much after learning about that matter?

Yu Yan dragged her unsteady footsteps to the door, and before she could clearly see the person in front of her, she collapsed straight onto the ground.

But given the current situation, going to request the Southern Prince’s warrant is now the only way.

The ghost messenger beside him glared fiercely at his companion, then chuckled and obsequiously pulled out a lustrous bead.

Although a cultivator can practice grain-abstinence and would not starve to death even if they did not eat a single bite of food for a year or two, he truly missed the meals cooked by Liu Muyun.

It infuriated Qin Qing; Yan Mo must have done it on purpose. This guy is too much; the probability of a single melon seed being touched inside a dark box is extremely low.

Seizing this opportunity, Qin Qing came undercover to fish for information; she loved teasing those villains who thought themselves clever.

He knew that Liu Taiyuan was having an audience with the Emperor regarding one matter: to persuade the Lord of Wu not to make a big fuss and send experts from the palace to participate in the scramble for the Eightfold Heavenly Dragons.

Thus, the Demon Eye Swordsman gripped the sword with both hands, while the massive [Day of the Calamity] had its power absorbed by [Flash Absorption], which then amplified the [Demon Eye Swordsman].

Chen Xing also looked toward that middle-aged man and discovered he was watching this side with great curiosity. Subconsciously, Chen Xing blocked his probing gaze.

Seeing their eldest brother step forward, the two men understood his intent and immediately gained courage. "Senior Brother Zuo, you and I are both of the same sect, but today, this new junior brother bumped into my senior brother. Isn't an apology only right and proper? If this matter is just dropped like this, how are we two brothers supposed to get by here?"

But regardless, this research involves contact with radioactive materials, so the probability of one's own death would certainly increase quite a bit.

The petrified Cui Pan stood rooted to the spot, motionless. Even after Master Fan the Eighth left, he was still deep in thought.

"Ancestor, I am Ji Fan of the Phantom Sea Gate, your most humble descendant. Can you hear my voice, Ancestor?" Ji Fan called out over and over, but there was no response. His expression grew increasingly stiff; Wushang’s patience was wearing thin, and the time left for Ji Fan was running out.

That night, the entire underground power structure of Daqi City underwent a major reshuffle, and the Yu family, who had held sway in Daqi City for many years, suffered a bloodbath.

At Tianzheng Group, everyone, whether new hires or old employees, looked at Wang Yao in shock.

When Chen Fang saw this King, he and Wananu'er immediately paid their respects, bowing slightly with cupped hands to show reverence.

The Ghost Army was established early on, so in the early years, Bai Ye was indeed no match for Hong Qing. However, the current Bai Ye is already a cut above Hong Qing.

The silver-haired man of the Death Clan also did not know if a large army was gathering in the Antarctic Plains, because he was merely a commander in the northern region of the Eight Desolations.

"Future wife, if you want to look, just look; no need to be shy. Anyway, we have to face it sooner or later, so it's good to get used to it first." Lu Nan said shamelessly while reaching over to grab his boxers to put them on.

However, where this majesty came from and why it appeared on his own body, Chu Yi did not know.