Chapter 93: Madam, Don

Luoyangcheng, Shuangnu Temple.

Shuangnu Temple was built by Empress Dowager Hu and her sister Hu Xuanhui to pray for the spiritual welfare of their father, Hu Guozhen.

The western temple was built by Empress Dowager Hu; the eastern temple was built by Hu Xuanhui.

During the years Empress Dowager Hu was confined, the temple’s incense never ceased.

Yuan Yi arrived early in the morning with a hundred armored soldiers, accompanied by his wife, to offer incense.

“General, that bandit has arrived!”

Yuan

When I got home, I found all three of my grandmother’s old houses had collapsed—completely, utterly collapsed. Those houses had survived earthquakes before; they were sturdy. Though wooden, they were far from falling apart. After I arrived, my mother told me to go persuade my grandmother.

I didn’t sleep well that night because Jinshan Mountain had some unknown bird whose cry was terribly unpleasant. I always thought crows had the worst bird calls, but now I see this bird’s cry drives you insane.

Shao Fei knew they had to wait until Xu Feiyan fully recovered before setting out, because what lay ahead was the Great Snow Mountain.

Thinking of this, Fat Wolf pulled out his phone and called Chen Zihao, arranging to meet right away.

He picked up the smashed phone, glanced at it, and said to Zhang Ning: “Notify the general affairs office to send up a new phone.” Then he pulled out his phone and called Wang Fatty in the marketing department.

The Great Sun became wave after wave of flame arrows—this time, no special skills were used; the flame arrows clung to the longbow.

If it were an ordinary door, this wouldn’t be an issue, but this was a heavy purple sandalwood door—the force of closing it was immense.

This moment lasted only an instant; the once noisy audience fell silent, and we too were stunned. No one expected Tiger Head to be this powerful. Some spectators who had bet on Tiger Head began whistling, and the boxing arena erupted again.

The Hunger Lord’s followers, even on Earth, received far more information than Earth’s Demon Hunters.

After Ninth Brother finished speaking, Scalpel frowned, paused thoughtfully, then shook his head.

Before his eyes, just a step away, was a clear image—the very scene he saw daily in his Blood Buddha space.

Ghost Python immediately lowered its head; it deeply respected Zhao Yan and obeyed his orders.

Dwarves paid little attention to etiquette, and likewise, they didn’t care about Phil’s rude behavior—foreigners, polite or not, were not worth their trouble.

Corpses lay shattered everywhere. Yi Feng knelt on one knee, leaning on his sword, gasping heavily. His face was pale, drenched in sweat, his eyes blazing with fury as he stared fixedly at the remaining golden-haired boy on the stage.

“It’s fine, just a scratch—a surface wound.” Ye Li refused to let Aunt Su drag her to the hospital; she insisted on going home to sleep. Aunt Su had no choice but to comply.

The bell-like voice made the server glance at her in slight surprise, then, as if realizing something, she gasped and covered her mouth.

In the photo, he was facing away from the lens; only a faint side profile was visible, but to family members who knew him well, it was unmistakably him.

Qinglong Mountain teems with ferocious beasts. He was severely wounded and fell here—why wasn’t he eaten?

The plaintiff had gone frantic, grabbing whatever was at hand to hurl at the defendant’s lawyer. But she failed—the two bailiffs beside her seized her arms and shoulders, and she couldn’t break free.

The imperial physician immediately assured them he would come daily to feel Blue Ling’s pulse and monitor her recovery.