Chapter 468

“This is…” The two took the jade slip, barely scanned it with their spiritual sense, and their faces lit up with delight; then they eagerly clutched the jade slip, desperate to retreat into seclusion for cultivation.

At another time, Xia Daoming would have surely kept the two behind to thoroughly test their card skills.

But today, he too was preoccupied with the ancient body-refining technique he’d obtained at the bottom of Xuanwu Lake, so seeing his two beloved wives so eager to leave, he immediately smiled and said: “Alright, if you want to seclude yourself and study, go ahead.”

At the sight of that palm strike, Wan Yao and the Time Lord both wore grave expressions, their power surging as if to rush forward and assist—yet Long Lingyu and the other four Divine Soul experts also unleashed their power, locking them in place, leaving them momentarily immobilized.

Su Mu nodded with a smile, walked to one side of the bamboo hut, moved aside an unremarkable stone, and saw the bamboo grove before the hut shift fully to either side, forming a vast passage.

“Impossible! Once the Sword Tomb gate is closed, it can never be reopened again!” Ma Yunzi shook his head, extinguishing the last flicker of hope in everyone’s hearts.

It’s like two tigers fighting, and an ant runs over to say, “You’re both trash, not one of you can fight.” How thick-skinned must that ant be to say such a thing?

But they were spotted by a gang of local prisoners; they fought and hunted down many, but prolonged combat had drained them greatly—they’d hoped to shake off their pursuers and recover, only to be intercepted by Mu Rong Tianxiang’s men.

“Hmph.” Jasmine sneered, turned to Anna on the other side, and called out, “Annie, come here.”

And you’re the city governor, aren’t you? Even if you’re furious, how could you say you’ll kill your whole family as retribution? I can’t fathom how someone with such a lack of composure became a city lord.

Was Lü Hanqing afraid of death? Of course he was—no normal person isn’t—but he feared more that the Lü family would perish under his watch. As head of the Lü family, he could not yield.

Yes, the stream rushed fiercely, spraying pearls and splashing jade; where it flowed gently, it spilled like a silver lake—arranged with perfect rhythm, producing clear, resonant sounds.

The Cocoon Queen frowned deeply, her hands forming a flower-picking gesture; in each palm rested a completely crimson ant, motionless and still.

“Old Zhao, call the police immediately—there’s a child kidnapped…” Chu Yun shouted as he sprinted, telling others to call the police right away.

Thinking this, he grew even more anxious, lifted the curtain, and saw Liu Yufu seated inside the carriage, head bowed beneath her red veil, showing no intention to flee—he sighed in relief.

The issue on the Trapani side is still one of cohesion: Wenger’s current midfield setup consists of a defensive midfielder, an attacking playmaker like Kaká, and a deep-lying organizer.

Mundo has no burst skills, but he’s an absolute nuisance to everyone—once he latches on, he’s like a stubborn leech you can’t shake off.

“Do you have any family left, sister?” Yu Yan thought that if she did, it would be best to reunite her with them as soon as possible—it would be a meritorious deed.

“Vashjir, put this down… Who’s that!” Li Cha suddenly spotted a figure in the corner; Valira immediately lunged toward the direction Li Cha pointed.

Since most boats were clustered at one end, and only pre-booked boats waited on one side, the two crossed the bridge to the opposite shore to rent a boat.

“I’m here!” Dong Hang said, sitting beside the bed; Cao Jing slowly sat up as well.

Light blue mini athletic shorts revealed pale, slender legs; a pair of red cloth shoes were simple and elegant.

After cleaning the ingredients, Shan Wei decided on the dishes: first, a whole roasted lamb; then wild chicken stewed with mushrooms, bamboo shoots stir-fried with rabbit meat, and wild leeks scrambled with eggs.

Who else would care for Empress Mu Rong if not her? Should she rely on the Emperor? That’s pure nonsense—she had seen the Emperor’s coldness with her own eyes; ever since he returned with Empress Qin, at their first meeting, she’d known Empress Mu Rong stood no chance.