Volume 1, Chapter 59: The Oriole Behind

Hu Kui added, "I must ask the Third Young Madam and the Fourth Young Madam to speak of this to the Old Madam." Tong Shuang and Cao Liangjin naturally understood the implication, and after consenting, they escorted Hu Kui out.

At that moment, Huang Jie had already been laid on the bed by Mo Fan, who was struggling to control her movements. Recognizing Mo Fan, Huang Jie actually begged him to put her to death.

Bright's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, his face frozen in utter disbelief and incredulity. With a heavy thump, his sturdy body collapsed to the ground.

Perhaps this was done out of fear of disturbing the God of Tai Sui, seeking the deity's forgiveness so as to avoid bringing down divine retribution upon themselves.

Seaside properties are difficult to sell, and the sharp-witted folks in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen refuse to buy them anymore. Consequently, real estate companies are now looking to the inland provinces to try their luck and see if they can trick some gullible buyers into taking over the properties.

Xia Mo instantly felt a chill run down her neck. The sword's tip was razor-sharp, resting precariously right beneath her veil and reflecting a pale, contorted face.

Tong Yang's face was etched with sheer disbelief and lingering reluctance. Her eyes brimmed with attachment to the mortal world, yet her life force was slowly ebbing away.

Mo Fan stepped forward only to be blocked. Though the guards were not entirely courteous in their speech, they made no superfluous moves, and Mo Fan felt no annoyance; these men were merely fulfilling their duties.

Liu Qing's step-father wanted to retort, but under Xiao Yunfei's shove, he found himself involuntarily stumbling out the door. Surprised, he wanted to stop and reassert his status as the head of the household, but Xiao Yunfei had already pushed him completely outside.

Madam Wang sat quietly to the side, waiting until Ye Luxing finished his Buddhist chanting before the mother and son returned together.

Resting his elbow on the armrest of the dragon throne, he propped his chin with one hand, his phoenix eyes gazing down. His gaze shifted between ethereal and hazy. After a long moment of silence, he suddenly lowered his hand and looked toward Su Yue, who sat below him to the left.

The howling cries of agony from that direction grew louder and louder, sounding like a criminal undergoing death by a thousand cuts, flesh being carved from his body while avoiding any fatal wounds.

At this moment, Xiao Guo and the Third Young Master Hua were both hidden inside the Samsara Bell; those who did not know how to operate the bell could not perceive them.

"Help me dress!" Su Yue gently interrupted her words, lowering her hands, gathering her cloak, and turning back into the room.

Crack! With a crisp sound, before he even had time to speak, Ye Feng's heavy punch landed squarely from bottom to top on the chin of the young Behemoth clan member.

The middle-aged man was the federal president of the Corona Star. Had he not encountered a situation beyond his control, he would never have come out to trouble a supreme entity like Li Hong.

Never would they have expected that the Master of the Orchid Sect, a pinnacle existence in the Yuanwu World, would lower his posture and respectfully petition Yang Mufang. Had anyone else been present, they certainly would not have believed it, yet this was the indisputable truth.

Ji Lingruo maintained a faint smile on her face throughout, offering no word of intervention, making it impossible to fathom her inner thoughts.

"How can they be so unfilial! Rest assured, Elder! The Manor Lord will certainly uphold justice for us all!" Filled with righteous indignation, Ye Lele did not even wait for the old man to finish speaking, hoisted him onto his back, and sprinted toward the Manor Lord's residence.

Lian Xiang soared up into the sky in a single leap, then lunged downward to grab at the solar energy orb embedded in Megatron's chest.

Furthermore, he had previously expended half of his internal energy at the snowy summit of Hanshan to maintain the formation barrier protecting the ice coffin, leaving his cultivation incomplete.

Seeing Huangfu Rou, Yun Mei's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement. With a somewhat introverted nod toward Huangfu Rou, she lowered her head shyly and remained silent.

"My Lord, the decision you make now concerns not only your own future but also the national strategy of the frontier. What you are choosing is not merely a ruler, but the foundational law for the future of the frontier as well. I implore Your Highness to consider this with utmost caution," Zamcu added.

"Very well, then Liuxian shall return to Hangzhou before September to report to the Commander, right in time for the opening of the Hangzhou Academy," Meng Changsheng said.

Shi Tian grasped her hands, beginning to kiss her cheeks, stroke her hair, and tightly embrace her waist.

He thought to himself that if truly there were grievances as profound as Dou E's that could cause snow to fall in June, then the day of his imprisonment ought to have brought down goose-feather snowflakes as well.

Hearing Qian Youchang's suggestion, Li Younian pondered for a moment before waving his hand. "There is no need to rush this tonight. Young Master Meng has just returned and is currently sharing his long-separated yearning with his two wives. For us to visit now would be rather inappropriate; let's wait until tomorrow." Upon reflection, Qian Youchang agreed.

Coming all at once, tightly packed, and coinciding with Madam Chu's simmering anger over her disappointment, she now encountered such a massive conflict. Utterly incapable of processing so much at once, her mind was consumed by a single thought: I am going to be a grandmother.

A galaxy acts like a massive magnet, pulling surrounding celestial bodies toward it; thus, vast "vacuum zones" emerge between galaxies.

He also dreamed of his father, Long Qinghao, who belonged to the Heaven-Devouring Martial Meridian clan. Surely, out of regard for the Dragon Clan, the Heaven-Devouring clan would not treat his father too harshly.

"Hehe! Demon King, do you truly not understand what I mean? If you really don't, then just look over at the Monkey Demon King and the others!" King Hachi pointed toward those lords who glared with hostility at the Evil Demon King, and then sneered as he looked back at him.

"What are you doing going to the Spirit-Governing Sect? I have already sent people to reinforce you at the Misty Hidden Island; I believe they will arrive shortly," the cloaked old man said, suppressing his fury.

Yet, Dongyang Liuguang of the Dongyang Dojo showed no anger; instead, his face beamed with smiles and profound delight.