Chapter 169: The Sun Rises as Usual

On the eighteenth day of the ninth month of the third year of Xiaochang, after ten days of heart-stopping torment, the Tianlong people of Luoyang finally reached the moment when Li Shuang and his troops departed.

However, within Luoyangcheng, a host of problems remained.

The most pressing was the psychological state of the Tianlong people.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, the Yuanshi Sect relatives gathered together, not a single one speaking a word.

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive.

The steward of Chancellor Yuan Yong's household arrived at the room.

"Just an outer disciple," Ren Lao adjusted his sleeve and said helplessly, "My ancestors threatened to quit, and I have no choice."

He came to the dream to understand Qiao Jiao's thoughts; this might be a breakthrough.

"If you won't agree, forget it. Drag him down to feed the lions," Lu Xining waved her hand impatiently, ordering the guards to take him away.

Ye Liancheng was currently collapsing; he had been suffocated by a room full of powder scent for too long today, feeling uncomfortable all over. After finally washing away every trace of the smell, he came out to see the bed in that state.

One hundred thousand gold; in Tongcheng, this could buy several mansions, and one would lack nothing in food, clothing, and daily use.

Yun Feisi watched the carriage leave, and he too smiled rarely, his heart filled with unceasing joy. At first, he disliked Lu Xining only because her military strength was too great, fearing it would affect the clean background of the Yun family.

Lu Chen clapped his hands, and twelve tree men emerged from the ground again, moist earth carrying a hint of grass scent. For some reason, the great fire just now had not affected this strange grassland at all.

Tang Wanying fell into a deep sleep only after a while. Nan Ling sat by the bed, opened her mobile phone, and scrolled to the bottom of the album to look at those few old group photos.

Ye Tian pouted; as long as this rival could disappear now, nothing else mattered. Ye Moran recalled being "forcefully kissed" in public just now; her face turned red, but she knew this matter was concluded.

Many people, even if their hearts were tied to the Nine Provinces, thought only of awakening good abilities through Western gods before repaying the Nine Provinces.

Wu Nanyue, with a heart-to-heart understanding, quietly opened her smiling red lips, her plump lips slowly wrapping around the jade-like finger. This perfectly timed ambiguity rendered the surrounding environment with a unique golden-powdered temptation; red lips, fingers, and pearl-white teeth silently achieved a soul-stirring resonance.

"It is said your church has a place in Rostov to store the successive great patriarchs, which ordinary people are not allowed to enter, right?" Bai Cheng began to ask.

"The stream fish outside my temple are not afraid of people, wandering all day. If you sharpen a bamboo pole, you can spear them up with your eyesight," Wuneng brought up temple life again.

White Sect Master? This should be the Guardian's secular identity. The will of this world is truly rule-abiding, handling even its own identity meticulously.

Ten meters away from me, a white car stopped in the middle of the road, and a lone corpse lay in front of the car.

Like a swimming dragon, the strange man moved on the ground. Behind him, a vast expanse of starlight flashed, like the night sky. The strange man struck the ground with a Heavenly Demon Chaotic Dance, launching himself entirely toward the Wolf-Eyed Man's head. He sped past, then accurately threw a lasso, catching the Wolf-Eyed Man's neck and lifting him up.

Shrimp! Sleep in my house! I turned around and glared at him again. He half-closed his eyelids, his somewhat hazy gaze meeting my glare, and continued talking to Xuanyuan Mama.

I covered my face, spreading my fingers to look at that General Guo. Truly miserable; I wonder if he got anally exploded.

"At this time tomorrow, I want to see the heads of everyone in the Fu family except the main lineage," Ye Wudao closed his eyes for a moment, revealed a smile that would make even a demon's heart race, and spoke words that nearly collapsed the two people of the Fu family.

Zhao Hui and Li Zhenguo walked forward, all the way to the front of the pavilion. They circled the pavilion once, took a few photos, and then walked back.