Chapter 108: [Can't Chat Anymore] (7800 words)

After locking himself in his bedroom for a full day and night, Chen Yan came downstairs the next day with a deathly pale face, his legs trembling as he descended the stairs, his feet feeling as if they were stepping on cotton.

Gu Qingyi, who was watching TV in the living room, glanced at Chen Yan and frowned, saying, "You..."

"Let's not talk about it for now. I need to go settle a score with an old geezer." Chen Yan waved his hand, then first went to the kitchen to

It turned out that life in the Great Chu Palace these past days had not been so peaceful either; it couldn't be called heart-stopping, but it had made Peony and others so terrified that their hearts pounded in their chests.

Now that Jiang Yi had made this matter public, it caused a huge uproar, immediately pushing Fengmubai to the forefront of the storm, turning him into the focal point at once.

At this moment, a middle-aged elder, about forty years old, saw Li Daniu's behavior just now and let out a dissatisfied grunt from his nose.

With new music and a new dance partner, the guests' excitement did not diminish but increased, including the passerby gentleman holding someone's hand; the "someone" could clearly feel this from his hand, which trembled with excitement.

"Imperial Physician Mu, how is she?" In a daze, Mu Ximei heard an anxious voice nearby; she knew immediately it was the Thirteenth Prince.

Mo'er deliberately put on a shy and bashful appearance at this time, knowing that this would arouse men's desire even more.

What she swallowed with every sip was not just tea, but also the bitterness welling up in her heart. How bitter it was, only she herself knew.

"Oh my, how much is it exactly! We have plenty of money!" Gao Tiantian, hearing it was from an old mine, asked eagerly.

And when Zhou Chu took out his business card, it greatly surprised Fei Yang, who was used to such scenes; it turned out that this young man before him was the legendary boss of Fubang?

"This is not an illusion; this is Daniu's medicinal garden. Hehe, it's this right here, named the Ten-Perfection Flowing Light Pagoda." Mu Hongling pointed to the pagoda-shaped earring on Li Daniu's left ear and said.

Shi Gang's head moved slightly, his eyes sweeping toward the opposite side, and he sneered disdainfully, "Do you really think the two of you can stop me? Mu Jing, I told you to come with a bundle of thorns on your back to beg for forgiveness, and you treated my words as wind in your ears?"

A clear and bright Buddhist chant rang out; to the listener, it was like smelling the fragrance of a white lotus, cleansing the mind and spirit, driving away greed, and giving rise to benevolence.

"I know what scheme you have in mind, but you must know that imagination is beautiful, while reality is cruel." Mu Huan patted his shoulder comfortingly.

"Old Zhu." Qin Luochen called Zhu Wufa back. As he walked toward the King of Gods, the King of Gods and his group's faces immediately changed; they gripped their weapons, yet their bodies were retreating.

Zhu Zhu transformed into a Vermilion Bird deity, its wings stirring up a sky of flames, and landed steadily in the position of the central army.

Even so, several uninvited guests, whom neither the Black Armor Imperial Guard nor the palace walls could stop, still came to the palace city of Great Yan.

Therefore, Ye Xiu estimated that at most, after finishing work for today and tomorrow, they could return.

"Huo Yuqi, can you stop using me as a shield all the time?" Long Feiting was always too lazy to bother with Huo Yuqi; even if she told others she was pestering him just to chase him, he wouldn't bother to explain anything.

At that moment, Liu Ying's palms instantly transformed into Buddhist seals radiating boundless golden light, and he cast the heavy seals layered before him toward Lu Renjie.

Hearing Tianming's words, Xiang Ziyao felt a sense of loss; although she knew this was how Tianming would answer, she still hoped Tianming harbored even a tiny bit of hatred toward Ji Ru Qianlong.

Once entered into the Jianghu, one is no longer master of one's own fate; no matter what, the Dragon Soul will appear, and as the Sword Saint, Ge Nie cannot escape.

"Alright, Mr. Ying, let's go." Alibaba said. As he spoke, the two walked out of the room; after grabbing some Chinese herbs for virility downstairs, Ying sent Alibaba off.

Hehe, this marriage must be called off before the son loses his memory; otherwise, once he regains his memory, he might refuse again.