Chapter 108: A Night of Red Romance

The warm wind sweeps over the land of green grass, bringing a sense of comfort.

A fur rug is spread on the ground, and not far away, a fresh meat stew simmers in an iron pot set over a fire.

The old man sitting on the ground before him, with just a casual gesture, could still make Hou Jing nervous for half a day.

"True King!"

Li Shuang, not knowing how to address this rebel leader who had suddenly sought him out, shouted thus.

"I am no longer the True King."

She was so enchanting, peeling back the layers as she stared at him, her gaze like a fragrant breeze gently brushing against his heart.

Then she led me out of the doctor's office, and I was still unwilling to accept it. I said I wanted to go back in and ask for clarification.

Come to think of it, this is probably the only difference between Guan Yanyan and those others; almost from the very first moment she saw him, her disgust for him was so profound it was etched into her eyes.

"Has Ji Rui woken up?" Shen Qing asked hurriedly, for as she turned her head, Ming Rou's hairpin was crooked, but fortunately, knowing Shen Qing's good temper, she wouldn't mind such things, so she quickly straightened it, turned back with a smile, and An An was covering her mouth, secretly laughing.

Chu Fan sneered disdainfully, lightly pointing a finger; the condensed spiritual pressure, sharp as a dagger, instantly shattered the spiritual pressure of the Spirit-Gathering Earthworm.

Her gaze dimmed slightly; no matter how beautiful or gentle she was, in his eyes and heart, there was only her.

"Your Highness, is there another method to cure your poison?" Shen Qing took another step forward, but Ji Wuhan reached out with a large hand and pulled her into his embrace.

Regarding this man before him who loved men, Ji Fan truly did not want to say another word, yet he said nothing, and the other would not leave, which was truly frustrating.

"I will return to find you tonight." Before Ji Wuhan left, he kissed her rosy lips once more, then hurriedly departed.

After the elevator went down, Chen Su also vanished. Fu Ziya moved her stiff body; she had appeared quite normal, but just as she was about to press the elevator button, a long stream of tears slid down from the corner of her eyes.

"Mmm~~ This big ant is still quite powerful, equivalent to a hundred ordinary ants!" Hei Qiu'er was quite comfortable at this moment, letting the queen ant below sway gently while attempting to command the eight Royal Ant Guards beneath his feet through the queen.

Alas, seeing her husband refuse to listen, Liu Rushi sighed inwardly, then rose to take her leave; she was going to the Fragrant Garden to tell Li Xiangjun this news.

"This time I return, I will pass the position of Palace Master to Leng Yi; from then on, I only need to ensure his protection. The Biyou Palace was founded by my adoptive father after all, and I do not wish for my adoptive father's life's work to vanish." Leng Yan had also considered this problem; now that he has a child, he also hopes his child will live a peaceful life.

Amidst the biting cold wind from the north, a large number of refugees, with the help of their families, began setting up tents to prepare for the winter that was about to recede.

The selection of the New Five Elders is now an immediate matter; which side's selection for the Five Elders will Xia Yuan participate in? If it is Huaxia, then Ye Di might suppress him. But if it is in North America, then Xia Hou paving the way for him, it is likely no one in all of North America could compete with him.

Hearing these words, Sun Chuanting frowned and pondered for a moment; after arranging for the garrison to intensify their preparations, he immediately descended the city wall and arrived at the temporary headquarters of the Dujun in Duyun.

Yun Zijing, who had been following Gong Wuque to the rear courtyard, paused in his steps; the delicate face hidden behind the veil was complex and indistinguishable.

"My people were bribed by you?" The veins on Ping Wang's hand bulged, as if he was barely restraining himself.

Seeing Yun Zijing's lips become even more tender after eating the fruit, Gong Wuque could not resist leaning forward and pecking a kiss.

"What a clever tactic!" The Dawn Immortal King's face turned iron-green; the Palace of Light in his hand had already been refined by Mu Shilan into a mundane weapon, completely ruined.

The main conference room of Bei Wu International was very large, so large it was somewhat empty. In the center stood a long, large marble 'flower'-patterned conference table. On both sides, there was enough space for over twenty chairs. Except for the projector and audio equipment, there was almost no extra decoration or arrangement. It was so simple it was somewhat cold and desolate.