Chapter 111: Wang Chuyi Collides with a Demon (7400 words)

Chen Yan changed his shoes, put on a down jacket, and went out with Chuyi. The two crossed the village, heading west, arrived at the foot of the mountain, and followed the small path up the slope.

The mountain path was barely defined, paved with gravel, but after a whole day of snow, the road had become very slippery. The hill where the wild temple stood was not high, merely a small slope, and the Lin Zi behind the mountain was quite extensive, stretching

Hua Yafu went to prepare clothes for Yan Lingjun; the news of his waking came from a maid who passed by while cleaning the room.

You witnessed this scene with your own eyes, feigned submission, and then, when he was ennobled as a marquis and appointed as a prime minister, amidst a hall full of guests and clinking wine cups, ten arrowheads shot him down amidst a sea of red silk.

Cen Mu and Li Nian glanced at them simultaneously; whether it was because she was too noisy, Tao Tao beside A Gula suddenly began to cry.

Xu Zhaoyuan looked at her in her monk's robe, his fist tightening slightly, then clicked his tongue a few times, a cold sneer rising in his heart.

Zhou saw Liu Xiaomei in this state and knew she had no real determination, merely holding onto the hope of giving it a try.

Yet in that moment of lifting his head and raising his gaze, those eyes, like glazed lamps, suddenly made him think of someone.

In the end, Wen Qingcheng did not beat the fat cat, but exhausted herself to death. Dragging her old limbs, she went to the bathroom, took a bath, and changed her clothes.

The price of grain in the grain shop was getting higher and higher, more than triple the price he had bought last time; Shi Musheng felt uneasy in his heart. How could it be so expensive? In his panic, he directly took all the remaining money in his hand and bought coarse grains.

"Of the countless happy events in this world, only the two characters 'marriage' can dispel bad luck." The white-bearded old man continued to stroke his beard, wearing a kindly smile that looked mysterious and unfathomable.

"I have endured you for a long time; now let you know who the coward is!" White light engulfed the dark ocean of consciousness.

"Your mother left from this village, and I hope you will like this village too. If you are not used to living in the village, do not hide it; tell your mother, and we will return to the city." Yun Xue, worried, gave a few more instructions.

The old master Xing's tiger eyes widened on the spot, and he almost lost his temper. Even Xing Shanhu's face turned very bad; in K City, someone was actually abusing private punishment.

While Liu Qing was wailing, Ma Weiming had already sent for Yang Chunlin and a group of attending physicians.

After compressing his domain, the Pope began to use his special abilities to bombard Wang Yu. Countless special abilities, like a violent storm, crashed down upon Wang Yu's head and face. Sensing the immense destructive power contained within these abilities, Wang Yu dared not meet them head-on and quickly dodged aside.

"I recall the dressing box left by the Noble Consort back then is still in my keeping." The Empress Dowager narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and suddenly spoke.

These two sisters thought Yun Xue was still like before, at their mercy to bully. They forgot that Yun Xue was a skilled hunter who had gone up the mountain to hunt, possessing a full set of martial arts.

Although the King Wei Ying had never officially announced it to the outside world, rumors in the market spread like they had grown wings, traveling among the common people at a speed that shocked everyone. There was only one topic worth discussing and rejoicing over after meals, and that was General Hua Qi returning to the capital.

She could even feel her own weakness very clearly—now she truly understood what it meant to be completely exhausted, like a lamp running out of oil. No wonder people say one knows one's own body best. Whether it is good or bad, weak or strong, it is all clear at a glance.

Chen Huan's knife hand just now was a bit too heavy; soaked in cold water, Hu Ergou was still in a coma and could not wake up immediately.

Seeing Ding Mu's ashen face, Ding Yezhi felt a pang in her heart; if her reason had not always been greater than her emotions, she would have been unable to resist agreeing to stay.