Chapter 452

"Regardless, Li Tianque has chased all the way to the Nine Dragons River. We cannot pretend not to know, otherwise, we will be laughed at. Junior Sister Xiao, you go to the Nine Dragons River! As for whether to take action, you decide for yourself," Qingxu said.

"Take action? Absolutely not! Not to mention that Li Tianque's strength is not weak and Senior Sister Xiao risks injury by taking action, Ye Lingyuan is about to undergo the heavenly tribulation. If he successfully passes the tribulation, perhaps he will take Senior Sister Xiao as his first sacrifice for this matter."

Some people could not help but shout out. From their tone, one could tell that there seemed to be an intention to stop it. After all, if they really handed over the person today, the face of the Qianxin Sect would be considered completely lost.

Moreover, judging by the current situation, a large number of people will inevitably arrive here before long. Under such public scrutiny, being stripped naked—she dared not imagine it.

Just as he extended his right hand, intending to release his strongest Palm Thunder to punish the sneak attacker, he saw a familiar figure.

Most of the watermelons it pecked open were not ripe, and the few ripe ones it occasionally pecked, it would only take a few bites before stopping, instead continuing to rush toward the middle of the watermelon field.

I talked with my great-grandmother until very late last night before sleeping. When I woke up the next day, the sun was already high, and the birds were singing. After washing up and eating a few bites of breakfast, I bid farewell to Ziyun Pavilion and took the Five Ghosts down Xuanyang Mountain.

A loud shout from this Ma Hongyang made Wu Yiren's group stop. These people were instantly stunned, not having seen when this old man arrived here. Blocking the outer sect disciples near the entrance was wrong in the first place, and most people were watching this Wu Yiren.

But at this time, I saw that behind Old Eight, there seemed to be a ghost. It couldn't be considered a fierce ghost, though! It could only be said to be something like a yin soul.

"Of course not. If you brush your teeth, you will lose a tooth for every child you have in the future," the two mothers explained in a serious manner.

Chen Nan cursed loudly, reached out and pulled, dragged Dongfang Yunfei onto the bed, pressed her underneath, and tore at her clothes.

Su Luoning had so much history with Xie Yunjia that even the servants here seemed to treat Su Luoning as a member of the Xie family. What could she use to compare with her? Perhaps in the future, she would be compared to Su Luoning by these servants. This point made her feel both unwilling and sad.

The next day, after the sky brightened, there were many more people in the town. There were poor people selling vegetables during the New Year to earn a few extra coins, people selling sugar figurines, people walking in twos and threes to visit relatives, and people strolling around with nothing to do, enthusiastically greeting acquaintances.

But Yunsheng told Qiulin that the Linglong Illusion had already merged with his own soul, leaving Qiulin unable to laugh or cry.

Ye Shuwan's return to favor gave her immense power in the harem, making those palace concubines green with envy. They racked their brains trying to get rid of her and the child in her womb, but they were troubled by the lack of a good opportunity.

But what could be done? The Emperor had personally given the verbal order, and her father was thousands of miles away, completely out of reach. In fact, even if her father knew, he would not stand up for her. He only cared about his son now and had no heart to worry about her.

"If you don't believe me, you can send troops to investigate. Pei Fengyin's army has already passed Wuling Pass," Ye Hua said, then ignored her and turned into the hall.

Qiulin did not return the golden bead from Li Huan's mission to Yunsheng, and now it had come in handy, hahaha.

Suddenly thinking of something, the handkerchief that had split into two pieces slipped from Yuan Minghua's palm and landed gently on the grass.

And this shallow pity was already like a seed, quietly sprouting. It was also like a sharp thorn, beginning to slowly pierce into her heart.

Ye Qingyan raised her hand to hold his restless hand. How could it be fine? She had even smelled the scent of blood yesterday.