Chapter 450

This sentence.

It left Dou Changsheng utterly speechless.

If you’re going to be a Central Plains person, why say all that nonsense just now?

He also understood clearly why the Wolf King had not appeared this time—it was because the steppe had split into two factions: the surrenderists and the diehards.

Land Immortals towered above all, and few things in the world were worth their glance or stirred their emotions—but precisely at the end of this age, the Nine Land Immortals

Fu Jinyu opened her mouth but could not believe such a curse—wishing someone’s lineage extinguished—could come from her father’s lips; she felt this Lian Mister and her father’s way of thinking were beyond the comprehension of an ordinary mortal like her.

Even if they were to oppose that Immortal King, they had no desire to act—first, they lacked the strength, and confronting him would only lead to death; second, they still hoped for the Supreme Poison’s return to revive the Poison Dao, and during this time, they sought only to avoid trouble and preserve themselves.

“Senior, you’re overconfident—calling away your two Nascent Soul disciples. Had all three of you joined forces, you might have posed some threat. But now, alone, breaking our grand array seems rather difficult,” Hong Xue laughed sweetly, simultaneously controlling the seventy-two array banners.

At night, she bathed with soap—the scent was pleasant, familiar—and it made her feel a great success.

Besides, even if people talked, would it cost you a piece of flesh or a meal? Many would kill for such an opportunity—once they clung to a powerful patron, they’d shout it to the whole world.

If not for business matters, Jin Manfeng’s haughty nature would never have lowered himself to come to such a place.

Because Yan Ye effortlessly eased the children’s resistance toward San Bao, Lian Xinying ate heartily at dinner.

The soldier’s three dogs could rival a thousand troops; with Jiao Yue’s current strength, she could not defeat those three dogs.

The car shot past—she couldn’t stop it; in an instant, she fell silent, watching helplessly as he swerved the vehicle across the road amid the traffic.

Paying money could solve the problem, but her father couldn’t spend his life branded as the man who killed patients—how could his pharmacy possibly stay open? The family’s reputation, built over generations, would be ruined.

Mikrus dared not utter another word; he quickly raised both hands in surrender. Of all things, he feared most that Halulot would suddenly become unreasonable and start lecturing him—he feared her lecturing more than anything.

Until the boy was fully infused with black qi, and the long knife behind him absorbed every black particle, the nameless black-clothed boy suddenly rose, his eyes blazing red as he stared at the gentle stream before him. The slender blade behind him shot upward, blade pointing down, hilt up, vertically flying to hover before the black-clothed boy.

Early on the third day, Su Hanshan personally brought the finished Su Xiu Yuehua robe to Chen Xian.

“Uh… is this cold really that serious?” Chen Xian frowned, seeing Du Lao’s relieved expression and exhausted demeanor.

Perhaps because the Han’s dignity had been defiled, their subordinates’ dignity had been dragged down with it.

Li Sanniang heard this, clenched her lips, furrowed her brows, and stared silently at the sand table inside the military tent, lost in deep thought.

“You… what do you mean, Shen Feng? I’m like this already—why won’t you let me go? What do you want from me?” Gao Ming asked anxiously.

“Spare my life… please, great master, let me go!” The assassin didn’t hesitate—he dropped to his knees, his dagger clattering to the ground.

At the head of the horse column, two riders rode side by side; the one holding the reins laughed and chatted—he wore a black cap, a red robe, and a plain leather belt; the other wore a veil, a silk skirt, and colorful silk shoes.

At this moment, Leng Mianhua also arrived near the toilet; after glancing around and seeing no one nearby, he, pressed by urgent need, pulled down his pants to urinate—when suddenly a figure appeared behind him: it was naturally Shen Feng.