Chapter 63: Speaking Up for Sang Haining

Luo Qingyao clutched her chest, lowered her head, and said no more.
Beside her, Shen Chuyi's brows were already tightly knitted.
The other company employees were also beginning to look at Luo Qingyao with disfavor.
Naturally, they pitied her for her frail health.
However, since her health was poor, she should simply stay home and recuperate.

Its speed inevitably slowed down, so it was left behind for the comrades-in-arms! Every passing Song warship bombarded it in turn, and after several rounds of concentrated fire, it was battered all over and on the verge of collapsing! Thus, it made the sensible choice to surrender.

"It is time to go..." That weathered, ancient voice rose and spiraled within Chen Zi's heart, like an undercurrent surging and spiraling upward.

Along the way, I hardly saw any cars, let alone people. I felt as though this road was a road to death leading to hell, with so few living souls to be seen.

When Tang Feng had controlled the dragon's breath to circulate through his body for nine major heavenly cycles, he heard Wolf Feng say that it was already midnight.

The banquet was set in a festive atmosphere, and before he knew it, Yuanwei also found himself growing excited. He drank several bowls of aged wine in succession, and an extraordinarily comfortable feeling of intoxication spread throughout his body.

"Therefore, no matter how virtuous, filial, diligent, self-sacrificing, or enduring she is, her family takes it all for granted. Yet, they never once ask what she needs, nor do they ever care whether she is in a good mood or not."

Upon hearing Xiao Yun's explanation, Tang Feng was greatly astonished. Then, he began to wonder how the members of the Fierce Bear Mercenary Corps had managed to escape after encountering a Saint-tier high-grade Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The guards escorting Prince Morningstar to the mortal realm for refuge had their primordial spirits annihilated without a single survivor, while Prince Morningstar lay quietly inside the crystal ice coffin, completely unresponsive.

Yet, as father and son, he sometimes had no choice but to go against his own will to handle certain matters for Royal. Because the affairs that required his personal intervention were often unmentionable, and Royal did not feel at ease entrusting them to the hands of others.

Then he sighed over his ill-timed circumstances and adverse fate, never expecting to be driven to such a humiliating plight, even feeling a grim sense of relief that he might suffer fewer torments before death.

"If you don't crawl out right now, this old man will fan you into pieces with a single wave of my fan." Zhou Nianping was accustomed to toying with others; when had he ever suffered such grievances? While hurling threats, he stamped his feet wildly.

Mo Xuan called out to Lu Feifei, who was standing there in a daze. This mother of his was good at everything, except for being far too muddle-headed. Fortunately, he had tagged along with her this time; if he hadn't been by her side, this mother of his would probably have ended up helping others count the money they cheated her out of.

Ju Manshan, the Grand Master of Medicine, achieved a sudden enlightenment regarding the cultivation method of the breath of life through his extraordinary comprehension, laying the foundation for his ascent to Grand Master of Medicine.

"Have you heard? Ouyang Feifei seems to have been poisoned as well and has been rushed to the hospital!" a police officer remarked.

When Lu Feifei woke up from her sleep, it was already past eight o'clock. She walked out of her room, intending to check on Mo Xuan in his room. Upon entering, she found his bed made up completely and neatly. She had clearly seen Mo Xuan sleeping right here last night; how could he be missing now?

Bai Chen glanced at them, and the petals instantly halted their attack, floating menacingly around the stone pillar.

This was, after all, the Demonic Cultivation Continent, and the Bu family was the largest clan in Jiangcheng City. To think they could actually find a natural herb valley with spring-like weather all year round deep within Mount Shennong during the bitter winter—true to form, the heritage of an immortal-cultivating aristocratic family was profoundly deep indeed.

The crowd hesitated no longer and decided to pick the herbs for Elder Zhan first; otherwise, if they incurred his displeasure and he refused to let them come here, it would happen in the blink of an eye.

Hearing these words from the Emperor, all one hundred Domain Lords present felt a sudden jolt in their hearts. Why would the Emperor bring up this matter out of the blue? If the Emperor truly intended to fulfill his promise, it meant that one of them would have to bid farewell to their own domain.