Chapter 822: Jing Ju Possesses the Bearing of an Emperor

——The Queen Mother of the West actually had Danhua Madame deduce the course and outcome of the Qin-Han Great Calamity?

But Danhua Madame is merely an old landlady who cultivates a small world—what ability does she truly possess? Doesn’t the Queen Mother of the West know this herself?

It’s like letting Benshengba eliminate the scripture-seeking team, just because Nine-Headed Worm ordered it.

Upon hearing He Bo’s question, Xiao Yu first gasped in surprise, then found it absurd.

To her surprise, Danhua Madame made no denial at all, only asked curiously:

When they looked again at Liu Tianli, everyone’s gaze turned fiery. Their previous disdain vanished entirely, replaced by an entirely different look.

“Did you touch her?” Qin Cang asked after listening, nodding to the old man.

“Sir, I’m not doubting you—no need to look for the recording,” Tang Guo said quickly, seeing the old man was serious, and gave Qin Cang a sidelong glance, hoping he’d help ease the tension and change the subject so the old man wouldn’t waste time searching for and playing the recording.

This great fire, mixed with blazing primordial energy, slammed violently against the giant rock, sending shards flying; a large portion turned blackened and charred, wisps of blue smoke rising—clearly demonstrating the power of this technique.

The “some people” here naturally referred to Duan Xingyu’s uncle; Tang Guo understood clearly but said nothing.

The key issue is: punishment comes with reward—not mere punishment. This is exceedingly rare.

Before long, a large crowd gathered around me, everyone shouting excitedly; even farther away, more people rushed over, their smiles so radiant they seemed capable of vaporizing the entire sea.

As he spoke, the Demon-Slayer’s sword trembled; a blue blade of light pierced the air with a whistle, slicing through the darkness before him, revealing the light.

Such a tremendous opportunity—how could Zhong Kui not seize it? Upon hearing this, he hurried to the Demon King Peng’s side and banged his head several times on the ground.

Yi Yuanbi sometimes wondered why a bolt of lightning hadn’t struck her dead—yet even Xiao Bokuan hadn’t been struck down.

She’d been out of the entertainment industry for two years; returning with such a role—beyond her image fitting and her acting being good, the real truth is her connections are powerful.

The new emperor glanced at her silently: if she were Gao Feng, she’d take the empress’s hand to pledge loyalty and adamantly refuse to take concubines.

Jiu Luoshen’s assault was ferocious beyond measure, but Qin Ming paid it no mind—he didn’t even consider activating his “Crimson Dawn” heavy combat mecha.

The phone line was busy for a while; Huai Zhen glanced at the telephone exchange’s clock: today was Sunday, six p.m. on the East Coast was three p.m. at home, and normally at this hour there wouldn’t be many calls from laundry customers. She waited a moment, then dialed again—it connected, and it was Yunxia.

Wu Jin immediately issued a modification command; the instant his palm touched the blade’s edge, the boy extended metallic armor, shimmering with the same electric light, from his wrist to his fingertips.

Alice happily ate her cake, glanced over at the person sitting beside her—who was covered in cake crumbs—and sighed helplessly.

But freedom in this world is always shackled; Wei Xiao was actually very tolerant. Though deeply patriarchal, he strongly supported her career—this time too, for her safety.

As soon as the host finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, then a chorus of boos erupted; the atmosphere became extremely awkward.

Something felt off—it didn’t seem that simple—so after much thought, I decided I should come over in person.

Wang Jie grew cautious inside, gently nudging Wang Ting and Bing Ling’er beside him, signaling them to be alert.

“Don’t you want to turn around and look at me? Heh, then again, you’ve undergone a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation—maybe you’ve forgotten me.” Badak couldn’t help mocking himself.

I stared at Ye Yao for several seconds, then my hand slid along her waist. Sure enough—when a round object settled into my palm, I knew I was right.