Chapter 385: A Father

The sun poured out its last wisp of afterglow, yet the world did not plunge into darkness because of it.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, and the entire city was ablaze with lights.

"Wah, wah, wah..." Watching Dou Dou was the first to let out a chaotic wail.

After all, Ye City is the capital of Qionghai; whether in infrastructure or other facilities, it is incomparable to Binhai, of course, except for the hotels.

Binhai's hotels can rank among the best in the nation; after all, it is a tourist city. Other things can be missing, but hotels...

"It's fine, it's fine. Letting her learn to cook from Bai Ruozhu is good too; I'll have good fortune in food from now on." Zhang Liang laughed heartily.

While lost in random thoughts, a procession suddenly approached from ahead. Seeing that several sedan-bearers in the approaching group were carrying an imperial carriage, Han Dongji immediately pulled Lin Ke aside to clear the main road, bowed deeply, and waited for the procession to pass first.

However, it now seems that if time is allowed to drag on and these reptiles grow and strengthen, then unless his mental talent can break through Morgoth's blockade or he researches some dragon-slaying device, relying solely on the current situation simply cannot withstand these fire-breathing dragons.

Song Qian looked at the chair covered in dust, appearing quite dilapidated and even missing a leg, with great hesitation.

The two exchanged a smile; even many years later, they still remembered the vow from that year.

Li Tan's harsh scolding filled his ears. He was so annoyed. His own father had never managed him so much, forbidding this and that, daring or not daring, right or wrong. How could he be like Bai Jinghong, that old, wretched immortal who had lived for over thirty thousand years?

How could Lu Shan not know this point? She sighed, perfunctorily agreed, and told Kong Yixian not to waste her efforts.

Afterwards, Chisong went to see Jiang Yichun and the others to express his gratitude. However, when he saw Bai Ruozhu, his gaze gained a few more degrees of scrutiny, causing the coldness in Jiang Yichun's eyes beside him to become visible.

Lin Ke had to lie and claim that the mother of Consort Shu had sent him to treat Consort Shu's illness. There was no choice; the Empress already knew about his own family connections.

If that is the case, did she also use demonic arts to cripple Li Yuan's hand? Otherwise, where would a strange wild dog come from?

Originally, the thick and powerful limbs had been completely shattered under the devastation of the "Aurora Sword." The area around the body was torn and tattered everywhere, and some internal organs could vaguely be seen flowing out from the broken hole in the abdomen. Yet, despite such severe injuries, this man still had a breath hanging on.

Upon hearing this, Empress Dowager Yan immediately understood; Yanbei was the Guangping area. The Xiang family was an old military clan of the Yan capital, with generations of their household having sons who were mid-level or higher officers in the Imperial Guard.

As a severely wounded person whose body was not yet complete and who could not even appear in reality, R'hllor dared to make such a boast with confidence to support it.

He was merely looking at Zhu Ji of the Golden Bull Company, that middle-aged man whose appearance was as ordinary as could be.

"Indeed very cruel, but compared to the suffering my three brothers endured, I feel it could be even more cruel!" The second of the Three Saints of Black Moon Island sneered coldly as well.

Whether it was their massive size or the intense magical fluctuations they radiated, they were as conspicuous as lights in the night, clearly visible even as the night deepened... They were so close, yet no matter what, they refused to cross this final distance to fly into range.

The moon was completely obscured by dark clouds, and the draft wind weaving between the buildings was exceptionally fierce... At midnight, Winterfell was dark and silent, with only the occasional passing patrol bringing a little life. Walking through nearly a hundred meters of snowflakes that stung the face, the group arrived at their destination.

They went straight to the Ten-Mile Great Marsh, and then, inside, they raised their blades and struck, raised their blades and struck, killing for ten days or half a month, killing until the blood qi surged to the sky and rivers flowed backward.

After more than ten years, Stannis finally had to experience the taste of gnawing on this hard bone himself.

"Then? Preferably a place with a restaurant; I'm hungry." Bai Qi did not understand the meaning of the Daoist Duanhun.