Chapter 142: Leader, It

Thus, Feiyu heard the conversation between the Heavenly Lord and Bai Jinghong, and thus learned that Bai Jinghong had descended to help me endure my tribulation.

Of course I won't be disappointed—otherwise, what would he think I've been doing these two years locked up? I've stored up countless amounts of spiritual energy; when the time comes, I'll transfer it all to Song Zheyi, so he can kill Li Tan with his own hands.

Yang Yu suddenly said to Lin Ke: "Akē, to make it easier for you to move around in the palace, I'll temporarily take you as a concubine—do you agree?" His eyes flickered, waiting for Lin Ke's consent.

Upon hearing the giant monster say this, Ye Han had a sudden insight: no wonder the Ice Emperor's power had been drained so severely—it was due to the fire poison.

The principal didn't force me to accept it, comforted me again, and said he'd find a physician to treat my mother. I wanted to laugh, but the moment I smiled, the pain was unbearable—I could only endure it.

The surrounding aristocratic cultivators were now murmuring among themselves, all astonished by the overwhelming strength displayed by the Huang family.

As for this, Zhang Ziqi accepted Lin Yi's care with complete peace of mind, and even seemed to thoroughly enjoy it.

Even while in Jingcheng, he often sent things back to Ke Jingyi; except when he was in the desert and unable to communicate with the outside world, Huang Xuanling would send letters via courier every ten days or so, detailing the situation to Ke Jingyi so she could rest easy.

Because of the affair with Eoel, Shar then continued deeper into Valinor, arriving at the grand palace of Aulë outside a city called Vilmá, where he resided for a time.

"Don't use your brother as an excuse! I said no, and that's final!" My mother punched me in the back—I stumbled and fell onto the kang.

Lu Kui, caught in battle, saw another attack coming and his heart turned cold—was he truly going to perish here today?

But Mo Yan hadn't spared him; a cruel smile curled his lips as he suddenly surged forward, appearing instantly before Xue Linghe's flying form, and punched straight into the latter's back.

Regarding Ye Li's matter, they had considered many responses—but none had anticipated Mu Yunfan naming Ye Li a concubine; each of them was furious.

Xia Xun's reputation extended far beyond Daya Nation—it was equally renowned in Dayang and Yan Nation.

But the instant he opened the door, a wave of alcohol fumes hit him, followed by a warm, supple body flinging itself into his arms.

Watching the lively ghost and bird, Li Xixi smiled faintly and didn't disturb them—after all, their growth boosted her own strength, which was no bad thing.

The others' techniques were equally ruthless, causing the cultivators below to subtly change expression.

"Ah Xiang, what joke is this? I never thought that after sleeping so long, you'd even learn to joke—good, good, worth encouraging." Ye Feng assumed Wu Shangxiang was teasing him; he then grinned at her.

No one expected Wang Mengqi's incredible luck—she casually bid on a raw jade stone and somehow extracted from it such a supreme piece of Fu-Lu-Shou tricolor jade.

Qing Xiao's gaze softened; a weary smile curved his lips as he gazed at the endless void, revealing a trace of joy.

Looking at the Arsenal starting lineup and formation chart handed to him by his assistant, Real Madrid's young commander Zidane frowned tightly.

"We haven't left because we want to apologize to you," one man spoke, glancing at the others.

Liu Bang's heart surged with emotion; he galloped his horse, not knowing how long he rode, until suddenly he saw dust rising ahead—a troop of riders charging toward him. To be safe, Liu Bang hid in the nearby woods; when they drew near and he saw their leader, he couldn't contain his joy—it was Xiahou Ying.

I staggered out of the interrogation chamber, trying desperately to cover my exposed body; I shoved aside the eunuch beside me—only this way could I vent my shame and rage.

Chao Cuo was right: during the court debate on reducing the feudal lords' power, aside from Zhan Shi Dou Ying, no one dared voice opposition to him.

Many young men, seeing the breathtakingly beautiful Yan Muyu, couldn't help but want to approach and chat with her, their steps twitching toward her direction.

Since moving into Jinxiu Pavilion, time seemed to slow; each day, besides visiting Fengzao Palace to idle chat with the Empress and feign flattery, Qing Shuang had nothing else to do but tend to incense to pass the time.

In the 78th minute, Everton won a right-wing corner kick; Phil Jagielka headed the ball high over the crossbar.

Liu Ao's eyes widened, his face twisted in pain, mouth open, trying to speak—but no words came out.

Xu Chen mused: if such a gifted disciple appeared in the Inner Court, even if I perfected every technique I currently knew, I still wouldn't stand a chance against them.

"Mother… Mother…" Ximen Wan whispered softly, her voice drowned out by the wolves' howls.

The next day, the heavy snow cleared; Ling Dongwu knew she couldn't delay any longer, packed her belongings again, and prepared to leave. Suddenly, she faintly heard cannon fire echoing from below the mountain.

"Then why didn't you tell me sooner? You made me imagine all sorts of things—what if yesterday I'd been so desperate I jumped into the river?" Ling Dongwu, both angry and amused, pinched and bit at Xiao Haotian's hard chest.

The Chronicler of Strange Tales arrived at the Bund riverside, eyes filled with sorrow; ascending to a height, he faced alone the lights across the river and let out a long, solemn sigh: How could this happen? How could it be? Why precisely tonight?

Dressed in red, fully adorned, though Qiangwei fiercely resisted wearing something so conspicuous, Liu Guang merely sat calmly at the table sipping tea, pretending not to hear, and refused to produce any other colored garments.