Chapter 480

When Master Yin met Liu Xiaolou, he was chatting with Private Secretary Luo. This secretary spoke in the soft, melodic dialect of the southeast, yet he was diligently trying to learn the Guanzhong accent, resulting in a rather strange flavor, though it was understandable enough.

Although the accent was uncomfortable, the content of their chat was very interesting. In just a short while, the secretary introduced three interesting anecdotes about Fenglin Manor.

One was a story passed down from two thousand eight hundred years ago, about the old master of Fenglin Manor back then—

He sent everyone to Ox-Back Mountain. Li Wei lost a few doses of medicine and told everyone to quickly administer them to Blue Phoenix, after which he took the opportunity to return to the battlefield.

Thinking this, everyone quietly watched Zhang Ming'ai, as if applying an invisible pressure, repeatedly measuring her thick-skinned nature and chest size.

Just a moment ago, she had used this very move to break the Heavenly Thunder Bead, so naturally, she did not fear the Green Ray Sword's attack.

Arriving outside Song Weili's door, she knocked for a long time without a response. Pushing the door open, she only saw Qiao Sen tidying up things.

Plus, with Xu Zhenghu mentioning the eldest brother's official career today, it seems that when Zhao Cui'e married in, she didn't fancy Xu Hanyang at all, but rather the in-laws on the Ding family's side, and the fact that her father-in-law, Xu Zhengjiang, could become an official in the future.

That courtyard, originally used for storage, was next to a sloping cliff and was even larger than Xu Mo had imagined. If one counted the native bamboo forest behind it, it was as big as a football field.

About twenty minutes later, the red mist had been almost completely eliminated. The beam of light emitted by the Tower of Spirit slowly descended from the position of the fake god's chest, finally landing on the crystal of the Tower of Forging.

Hearing Nangong Yuewu's words, Li Tianfeng also knew that Nangong Yuewu was a Drought Demon. Li Tianfeng was incomparably clear about the growth of a Drought Demon; in the early stages, it was nothing more than constantly absorbing essence and blood, and only after growing up in the later stages would it understand cultivation methods. Therefore, for Nangong Yuewu, Li Tianfeng felt more pity in his heart.

Gao Yifan, Huang Yida, and several experts in the circle were discussing professional topics regarding modifications together. Gu Chao and Cui Xiaoxiong, who were beside them, looked excited, but like novices who had just entered the racing world, they couldn't get a word in at all.

At this moment, Wen Tiange was seen saying to Li Tianfeng, "Tianfeng, shouldn't we settle our previous accounts?" His voice still carried a trace of evil.

Cao Yimo growled impatiently, "I'm asking you a question, Fu Ye. Are you agreeing or not?" The last bit of useful resources in her hands, which were also the most valuable, must be utilized well. Otherwise, her son would have died in vain.

Under the sunlight, the long sword flashed with a blinding silver light, reflecting He Zhizhou's fingers, which were pinching the sword tip, as increasingly slender and jade-like. He didn't seem to be using any force, yet the sword could not move forward even half an inch.

Today was the day she had agreed with Ye Qin to plan the work progress for the last quarter. Yu Chuchu climbed out of bed, tidied up simply, and headed straight to the company.

Lin Ming sat on the cliff rock as if petrified, not moving at all. A thin layer of bone powder had fallen onto his body.

On the God-Sealing Platform, with the two as the center, shrill air currents and waves formed, wanton and peerless. If this weren't on the God-Sealing Platform, a single air current could have sliced off the mountain peak.

Once the war started, not only was He Zhizhou busier, but An Kang was also often too busy to touch the ground. Originally, he could show his face before Mingyue every two or three days, but now she couldn't see his shadow for three to five days. Mingyue didn't want to keep looking for him to talk just because she was curious. He Zhizhou, considerate of her anxiety, had people copy the imperial court's gazettes for her to read.

He Zhizhou looked down at the teacup that had been pushed in front of him after he had finished it, and expressionlessly pushed the teacup aside.

However, Ling Mo still stuffed it into Qi Chisu's hand. "Everyone has a love for beauty; don't tell me you don't love beauty." Ling Mo looked at Qi Chisu's appearance and completely didn't believe that Qi Chisu was the type of person who didn't love beauty or dressing up.