Chapter 245: Dining Etiquette

In the magical realm, if one were to trace the origin of most customs or rites, they would mostly lead back to the Wang Ting, or even to the Queen herself.

As the saying goes, when the King of Chu favored slender waists, many in the palace starved to death. Although the Queen in the Rose Palace would not impose her own preferences on others, her love for desserts was widely known. Naturally, many nobles of the Wang Ting would actively cater to her tastes, not only inventing various dessert crafts but also standardizing a series of

Zhao Hao waved the Great Luo Golden Spear, transforming into a streak of Jin Guang, and entered the light curtain directly. Outside the curtain, the golden giant was struck by the black giant, spitting out a black orb from his mouth that slammed into the golden giant's chest with a Boom.

Upon hearing the word 'commoner', Feng Yunqin instantly snapped back to her senses, shaking off the eunuchs supporting her, and staggered to her feet. Looking at the Emperor with tears in her eyes, she asked, "Father Emperor, is the commoner you mentioned that damn lowborn wretch?" With a pale hand, she pointed directly at Feng Wu, who had already regained her expressionless face.

Fei Wen smiled along Feng Wu's gaze, "Forgot." Raising her hand, she used suction from her right hand to pull the wood back into her palm, where it vanished in an instant. Feng Wu glanced at it once before looking away. Under Fei Wen's gentle gaze, her eyes flickered, passing over a hint of approval.

It turned out that even Xia Feng didn't know that the foolish second son was a legend, a perfect topic for gossip. As for the name Xia Feng, few people actually knew it. Therefore, Liu He did not connect him with Xia Feng.

"Then tell me first, did you receive Ning Xin's Fire Spirit Letter?" Di Chongxiao casually put his arm around the somewhat thinner madwoman.

"No!" Xin Shi refused without a second thought. What a joke, nine older sisters were already enough; if one more came along, he might as well just die.

Cao Cao only then realized that Xia Feng was not as rash as he appeared on the surface, nor as uncultured as he portrayed himself. Everything he did was deliberate, intended for Yuan Shao and Cao Cao himself to see. Cao Cao thought carefully and understood Xia Feng's intention, feeling a silent admiration in his heart.

Hong Yan's silence regarding the intelligence organization satisfied Feng Wu. This Miss was reliable; she had not let love cloud her judgment and blurt out all her secrets. She must meet her when she has time.

"I rejected your father's proposal. Do you want me to go tell the butler now that I accept, and then hand over the Black Flame Gate to you to manage?" Gong Shaoxie started the car and turned his head to say this to Xia Fangyuan.

As soon as Zhao Ge arrived in Weifang, he requested an audience with Yuan Shao and others. Yuan Shao, Sun Jian, and Cao Cao received Zhao Ge.

Hearing this, Lu Changning felt a bit bitter. For Lu Mingjue's sake, she did not get angry, but still couldn't help opening her mouth to sting Chang Yao, who was not present, a few times.

Soon, a loud Boom echoed from the lake surface, and then a pitch-black figure began to shoot rapidly upward, skimming the place where Mu Ge and the others were. Afterwards, curses rang out from the lake surface again.

"What you say makes sense, I will prepare!" Xiao Mingyan was now completely led by the nose by Lan Qingcheng.

The Queen of the Jialuo Kingdom was both furious and enraged. Only yesterday did she learn that Lu Changyao, whom she had always thought was dead, was not dead at all but living well, and even being treated kindly by those strange and gifted individuals. How could this not make her angry in her heart?

When she was about to go out, she saw Su Manli. She quickly turned around and walked back, leaving through another door.

Mu Xiyu also recalled what Tang Zui had said when he called her, that their current situation was special and they had no one they could trust.

Seeing Anayan, her expression didn't change much. She simply lifted that jar of old wine and clinked it against him from a distance, her posture bold and heroic, just as before. Even her appearance seemed not much different from the past, except for a single strand of glaring white hair at her temple.

More than thirty minutes passed like this. Yet among everyone present, apart from Gu Xianda who felt such agony was so long and tedious, everyone else felt it was an enjoyment. They watched with their own eyes as a treasure appeared before them all.

Lin Shiyu pulled him, and was directly knocked over by his momentum, yet still failed to stop his pace.

"Is this enough?" Qing Yu was half-skeptical, but still reached out and held her hand.

"No. This is only the first day of the sea demon attack on the city; the City Guard cannot be deployed." Li Haibo remained stubborn in his opinion. In his eyes, a mere few poison frogs could not accomplish much.

As a certain fat man said, what do the common people understand about right and wrong? As long as the person killed holds a higher status or greater wealth than them, they secretly rejoice in their hearts. Today the Emperor kills someone, and the people of Hangzhou cheer; tomorrow if the Emperor kills another someone, the people of Hangzhou will cheer just the same.

Truly the strongest sect in the chaotic lands, every room contained a high-grade Spirit Gathering Array. For Hao Tian and the others, this was truly the most precious thing.

Such a move seemed somewhat domineering, but this is the world of martial artists: cruel and bloody, filled with slaughter.

A middle-aged man was drinking there, but he was slowly chewing a plate of broad beans with a single pot of wine, taking a sip only after a while. No one else was present.

Putting herself in the other's shoes, Lin Yuner felt that if she were Li Mingqiu, she absolutely could not endure this matter. Perhaps she was too immersed in the role; even at this moment, she herself felt very heartbroken.

Moreover, these two people also saved the airship. If the airship had met with disaster, the Wan family's reputation would have been ruined.

Steaming buns must be done on a farmhouse's large stove. With the big steamer set up and three layers of bamboo steamers, the whole batch comes out at once.

Li Ran naturally knew Master Xiuxiu's skills and intelligence, so she immediately handed the box over to the other party.

Glancing lightly at these players, although their expressions were dejected, it was obvious they had not lost their fighting spirit. DOD's ability to carve out such a huge reputation in the online gaming world was indeed not just luck.

No wonder the once arrogant and domineering Ziyexin suddenly submitted. Did they really think he was a coward? How could there be cowards among those who stood out from the thousands of new disciples in the Fuyun lineage?

If Li Zifeng had not suppressed his cultivation, Zhou Chen would definitely not dare to fight Li Zifeng head-on. But under the condition that Li Zifeng suppressed his cultivation, Zhou Chen had no need to fear Li Zifeng at all. Under equal cultivation levels, no one would be Zhou Chen's match.

One drop of dragon blood costs only one thousand contribution points; this price is not expensive. Looking at the contribution point list, many members can already exchange for dragon blood. Those with the highest contribution points can exchange for several drops, while those with fewer points, if they work hard for a while longer, exchanging for one drop is not a dream.

For a moment, a thousand threads of thought swirled in the Gu Manor, with everyone coming to report to Lady Sun. The people coming and going were endless.

Just as the sleeves were flipping, Lin Dong suddenly saw that on Fahai's string of personal prayer beads, there were actually a few petals of a flower, bleak and gorgeous as blood, faintly mixed in. Had it not been for the special training from the old gardener earlier, Lin Dong probably wouldn't have recognized what kind of flower it was.