Chapter 571: Afternoon update, orz

Afternoon update, orz

Upon hearing the Herbalist's words, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and went off to find quiet places to cultivate.

He opened his palm, and a white porcelain bottle appeared out of thin air; he held his breath and pulled out the stopper.

"What the hell is this?" Qin Chuan muttered, stunned; only after closer inspection did he realize that he and An Jing both looked gravely ill—their complexions suggested the same illness as An Ning's mother.

Although he had gained no advantage in the previous confrontation, Xiao Yan understood that Tian Chen merely had greater familiarity with this power—even reaching the point of controlling time itself.

When dawn shattered the darkness the next day, the Alliance members saw several streaks of light slicing through the sky; Xiao Yan, Jin Lin, Ku Gui, and An Niu appeared within their line of sight. Under An Niu's leadership for some time, the Alliance had already taken shape.

Xiao Yan sensed the surrounding abundance of water attribute, mixed with immense wind energy; a pungent scent of wind chime grass and falling leaves floated in the air, making him frown—this was the material for his second-rank Source Pill! No wonder he couldn't find a single plant in the forest.

"Your Highness, come here!" Meng Po called Lu Ming closer to the coffin. "Watch him." Meng Po stepped back slightly, urging Lu Ming to gaze upon Ma Lingru's face.

"I've seriously thought about it—we've only used the same few positions the last two times. When I get back, can we try two new ones to mix things up? Otherwise it's too boring!" I said with perfect seriousness.

"Ah, you've worked so hard…" Qin Chuan sighed helplessly, his heart aching; he gently stroked Ai Rilija's occiput. She murmured something, buried her head, and snuggled into Qin Chuan's arms.

"Big Brother Song, if you can't handle it, just shout—we'll come in!" An Ni paused, then said anxiously.

Man Changzhi stood up, finally having had enough; he sat in his seat, covering his face, looking utterly wronged.

His sleeve brushed against the sharp blade; in her water-cut eyes shone a faint, tragic smile. Mo Zhanhua, the path to the Yellow Springs is long—don't walk too fast. Wait for me. When I rescue my parents, I'll come to join you.

Give him an explanation. Restore justice to General Zhan. In the eyes of their proud, arrogant, and haughty emperor, when had "justice" ever existed in this world?

At this moment, Yun Zichen's face was filled with worry as he stared at the closed door, looking at Fei Mo, whose body trembled from fear.

When Huang Wuye saw Xuan Mo, a red figure darted out—how could Xuan Mo steal the spotlight from helping the father-in-law?

The moment they discovered he was the Southern Chu War King, the spies sent to gather information were spotted by Mo Zhanhua's men and hunted down, barely escaping with their lives.

He strode toward Ye Qingluo, arms outstretched, ready to drag her out of Di Moxuan's embrace.

Yin smiled faintly—he had long anticipated Qing Yan's idea and discussed it with Yin; for these past few days, the two couples had been operating separately.

Faced with Emperor Kangxi's orders, Yin Zhen cared more for brotherly bonds; they needed to understand Kangxi's intent—if they didn't, misunderstandings might arise.

Su Mianmian tidied up the messy desk, slung her pink rabbit-eared backpack over her shoulder, and hopped cheerfully out the school gate, hailing a taxi to head toward Jin Yeye's company.

"Let's talk this out calmly—we all want harmony. How about this?" Liu Yan stepped in at the right moment; with her involvement, everything became much smoother. We haggled and argued endlessly, but finally reached an agreement.

Miyako's dreamlike words still drifted in my ears, while I had already stepped into an ordinary world, like a tub prepared for a master's milk bath.

Horrifying! Only these two words can describe it! Yes, everywhere on the battlefield was unspeakably horrific. These people were utterly reckless—they went berserk, and our side simply couldn't withstand it.

There's only one possibility: the child's buttocks have already entered the pelvis, which is why he can't move and can't be moved.

Especially since Qin Hao had set up over ten illusion arrays; though not highly advanced, they were nested one within another with exquisite technique. Many Martial Emperors might see through the first illusion array, but once they broke it, they easily fell into the second.

Wang Zhichao pulled a diamond ring from his bag; under the light, the egg-sized diamond gleamed brilliantly.

Although the signal was extremely weak, forcing them to use only basic voice communication, Vehicle No. 6 finally made contact with Qin Hao Cang in space.

But what was the human experimentation program at the Qianqi Camp? It was designed to test the human body's threshold for light energy—repeated experiments, repeated torture, all while pushing subjects to the brink of life and death.

"Crimson-black?" Seeing the faint crimson within the black mist outside Shi Yan's secondary rock wall, Li Tian froze suddenly: "Black with a tinge of crimson—that's Xuan color!" He silently thought: Chi Yu Tian's dark flame was certainly no ordinary thing.

At once, these primordial great beings began debating fiercely—even those who had previously doubted now had no choice but to believe.

"Miss, you mustn't! I'm a servant—how could the master apologize to me?" Her face flushed crimson from excitement.

Bai Yan picked her up and carried her into the car; to soothe her, he kept talking to her all the way to the hospital.

After sending off the two sisters-in-law, Duoduo was utterly exhausted; she needed to bathe quickly and get some sleep, or how would she manage to report for work when dawn came?