Volume 1, Chapter 153: A Soul-Searching Interrogation: Do You Want a Traitorous Minister or a Heroic Woman?

Zhao Zhiyi refused to believe it. He turned his gaze toward Xia Yan, who wore a gentle smile and was pouring water from a kettle for himself, clearly choosing not to get involved in his curiosity.

Enel remained silent, gazing at Birkas, which had been destroyed by his own hand, with a calm expression as if it had nothing to do with him at all.

For the future Crown Princess to flatulence in full view of the public—this was not merely a disgrace to the Qu family, but a loss of dignity for the entire imperial house.

After leaving the hospital and returning home, Du Xinru felt utterly drained. She made a phone call and hired a nanny.

"This idiot..." Bai Tu had a black vein throbbing on his forehead. Forming hand seals, he made the branch Naruto was holding shake violently and throw him straight down.

Though Killer Bee's words sounded carefree and casual, he was the kind of person who would never reveal such things to cause conflict, even if an octopus had to lose all its tentacles; on the other hand, Yugito was quite likely to blurt it out on a hot-headed impulse.

Qiu Shuer trembled all over, paralyzed by fear. Initially, thinking that Wei Xiran held deep feelings for Fushu, and since he had asked her to use every possible means to lure Fushu to her, why shouldn't she oblige? She wanted Fushu to experience the taste of humiliation as well, but she never expected Xuanyuan Xuanling to suddenly appear.

At a single glance, this woman was indeed a green tea bitch. Even though she had no idea whose child she was carrying in her womb, she was certain beyond a doubt that the child did not belong to Murong Bai.

"I... heard you were sick, and I was worried about you. Zichun, are you doing well?" Huazhu's beautiful eyes gazed at the man she loved with a heart full of aching tenderness.

"All right, you two can shut up now. And Iruka, you don't need to worry so much either." Bai Tu pushed open the doors of the Hokage's office and reprimanded the chattering ninjas inside.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Ding Maoshan straightened his stooped posture and quickly offered a flattering smile, "If there are still such unworthy descendants in the Ding family, there is no need for Your Highness to act; this old man will be the first to spare him."

Could this be a crime of passion? It seems imperative to quickly lock onto Dai Zicheng in order to uncover the truer circumstances.

At this moment, Director Xu and the cursing nurse still had no idea what had actually transpired or why the momentum had reversed. Yet since the hospital director had spoken thusly, they might as well apologize first—they were not entirely devoid of sense, after all.

In truth, his actions were merely meant to prevent Yuqi from losing too much face in front of her classmates. Since that objective had been partially achieved, there was no need to linger here any longer.

According to Qin Hu's memories from his past life, about two hundred men were stationed here, forming the vanguard camp of General Li Qin, the Conquering-North General of the Yu Dynasty.

A high-tier destiny nest truly lived up to its name; no ordinary destiny nest could ever surpass the achievements of a high-tier destiny nest. This was the difference in foundational heritage. Every high-tier destiny nest held the legacy of a Crafting God, whereas ordinary destiny nests were congenitally deficient—surpassing a high-tier destiny nest was an absolute impossibility.

Compared to the wooden palaces nestled on the inner mid-mountain slopes, these wooden villas looked utterly crude and rustic.

"Does it hurt?" Seeing Jiraiya's reaction, Tsunade's tone softened considerably, a flicker of genuine concern flashing through her eyes.

Before long, both Zoan and the patient were loaded onto an aircraft and flown away, while Kamel and Alice stayed behind.

The defining trait of the people of Aolu Star was that their race possessed wings, just like Michael. Therefore, Aolu Star was also known as Angel Star, and its inhabitants were referred to as angels.

Wei Xin's stance was that her lack of resistance was not due to an inability to resist, but rather because the thought of resisting had never crossed her mind.

Li Wei turned his head. "Cold?" With a teasing arch of his brow, he removed the vest he was wearing and draped it over Lin Xue's shoulders.

The lifespan of the demon race far exceeded that of humanity, which perhaps explained why the number of powerful figures among the demons was greater than that among humans.

He used a warm towel to thoroughly clean the area, then used cotton balls dipped in saline to clear away the mashed herbal medicine plastered over the wound.

Laughing maniacally, he swung his arm, and fifteen black tornadoes detached from his palm, rapidly expanding in the high altitude amidst a fierce and desolate howling sound.

"May I ask Elder Xue, if we enter the forbidden mountain depths, which blood demon should we strike down first so as not to alert the others?" a Saint-realm cultivator asked.

Before returning to the country, Li Wei had made a trip to Luohu and met Lao Zheng's disciple, Xue Yang. The two striking men stood on either side of Lao Zheng's tombstone, lonely and desolate.

"What are you doing?" Hearing the door open, Liu Qingyan rushed alone to the screen and shouted sternly.

Because such secretive cultivation arts and techniques made it impossible to conceal one's aura from cultivators of the same rank, they should logically have been able to discern the cultivation levels of those two individuals. Yet currently, everything remained so blurred that they could discern nothing at all.

"I don't know her. I don't know what she looks like. She just handed me a check, and then I..." With that, she lowered her head in shame.

Naturally, it was inconvenient for him to inquire too closely. This was likely a knot buried deep within the heart of the man from the Eastern Wilderness, and it was better left unasked.

"Feng Han, bring out your seasonings and cook a meal for the blood ants," Mo Xiaoqun remarked with a touch of humor.

"Now that there are no outsiders, I hope everyone can be completely honest with me. What is the maximum pressure value you feel you can handle internally?" Shushu asked calmly, looking at her two business partners—or rather, her "temporary partners."

Seeing that the Exterminator was ready, Zhu Hongxin nodded, walked over to the shooting platform, surveyed the vast firing range ahead, and slowly pressed the start button on shooting station number one, inputting a sequence of numbers. Standing right before shooting station number one was none other than Jidao.

Li Zhi officially began the process of integration with the Nebula I9 smart factory system, a transformation that manifested not only at the physical level but deep within the soul as well.

"What is your name?" Yi Feng feigned an air of worldly maturity, though his appearance remained somewhat comical.

"This person's potential is immense!" All the formidable talents of the same generation felt a jolt in their hearts, sensing that a rival capable of threatening them might emerge in the future.

"Of course, if you truly want me to completely prove my innocence, it is actually quite simple. You just need to arrange a meeting between myself and Huadang. But the last time I requested it, you refused."