Chapter 121

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Ruan Mianmian’s body was taut. The two had been in pursuit since they left the city, and now they had reached the outskirts.
In the Nine Nether Palace, Xinzhu handed the Crown Prince over to the wet nurse and then turned her gaze to the relaxed and content Empress, her slender eyebrows knitting together.
Jiang Nuan picked out a few suitable items; before long, her hands were full. Thinking that there wasn’t much pork left at home, she headed toward the butcher’s shop.
As they spoke, Bai Yi sat cross-legged and began to circulate his internal energy to heal his wounds; at this moment, his own extraordinary regenerative power became apparent.
“How do you know my mother?” His mother had called him to come here, but when did they meet?
The Imperial Guards stationed at the gate of the main hall received the order. Two of them stepped forward quickly, each grabbing one side of Zhou Guanzheng’s ribs, preparing to drag him out of the hall.
Ruan Mianmian cast a glance at Old Master Jun, thinking to herself that he was cut from the same cloth as Xi Ze, and wondering what hidden agendas he might be harboring.
Feng Tianqi regretted bringing Ling Xue along; whether she could even save the child in her current state was a question. He watched as the lights in the emergency room went out and the doctor emerged.
This man was not only young but also a playboy. Every quality he possessed was the exact opposite of the man she had once loved; she could not accept such a man.
Of course, those incorruptible officials who served the people had nothing to fear. In her heart, she even felt a touch of respect for the assassins of the Dark Gate.
Liu Ming came out of the laboratory, chatted with Mu Ke for a while, and then went directly to an office door, where he raised his hand and knocked.
Qingyi felt unnerved by Lady Li’s gaze and lowered her head repeatedly. Ruoyun, standing behind, looked from Qingyi to Lady Li, feeling caught in a dilemma. After a long while, she finally spoke to the Crown Princess.
At the critical moment, Liu Ming raised the heavy sniper rifle in his hands and pulled the trigger at the first incoming missile.

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Yu Qian was no fool; he finally understood why the arrogant Sixth Master respected this young man so much! This was simply miraculous, wasn't it?
Qin Mo had no choice but to resist head-on. Suddenly, two streams of nether cold fire collided, and the entire world was filled with a temperature where cold and heat were intertwined.
Wang Zhanli looked at the Gulfstream G650 cabin, which had been modified beyond recognition, with a pained expression. He couldn't utter a word for a long time; this was a luxury vehicle worth over three hundred million.
Anything that possesses its own consciousness has things it cares about, let alone these nobles and scholars.
After speaking, Liu Ming slowly opened his eyes and found that Ouyang Ying'er and Aizha Qiqi had already woken up, their beautiful eyes fixed upon him.
While the group was arguing, a voice came from within the hall: “The Crown Prince and the Empress are arriving!” This immediately quieted the chaotic scene.
Qiao Yunxi also put away her aggrieved expression and frowned at Guangyu. “So, the people you are looking for are him and me?” She pointed at herself and Baili Xuanrui as she spoke.
He put on a pleasant face, yet she insisted on testing his bottom line. Was this her way of trying to reconcile with him?
Looking back at everyone in the hospital, Mu Xiya knew that lingering was of no use. Though she was unwilling, she moved her lotus-like steps slowly, trailing behind Song Tianming as they left the inpatient department.
Having said that, she turned off the stove and came over to pull at Yin Feng’s clothes, fearing that the hot oil lingering on the fabric would worsen the wound.
Thinking of this, Bai Ye’s expression became somber. He released his six senses and realized that Elder Mu’s presence had vanished—he had clearly fled far away. He immediately set off back to the villa, and upon returning to the courtyard, he saw the figure of Tian Wushuang.
“Only one person can pass at a time?” Baili Xuanrui pondered the meaning of her words; it seemed that with a single turn of thought, he understood exactly what was going on.
“How did I end up here?” Bai Wutong looked around the room in a daze, not remembering when she had returned to the Prime Minister’s estate.

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This man seemed to naturally exude a powerful aura. He could say “it doesn’t matter” in a way that felt like a blade piercing one’s heart; it was truly terrifyingly cold.
“It should be the first stage of the Dou Jiang level.” However, it seemed that after coming out of the secret realm that time, his strength had greatly improved by a whole level! In just one month, his strength had reached the third stage of the Dou Wang level.
His words made Lan Di secretly wonder: if things were truly as Tian Xuanyun had guessed, why would he openly admit it? Could it be that, like him, he was so confident in himself that he disdained to lie or hide the truth?
Once the point was made, the grandfather, grandson, and son-in-law moved on to other topics, chatting happily. Liang Feng was inevitably asked to stay for dinner, and Feng Chengchuo was called to accompany them.
Everyone had been chatting happily, but Brother Wang’s words suddenly made the atmosphere awkward.
The surroundings were filled with eerie, towering ancient trees, making the path ahead obscure and difficult to discern. For a moment, they had no idea where they had ended up.
Cui Guangxin was proud, but he hadn’t reached the point of being carried away. Moreover, he understood one thing very well: why was Lin Hongfei treating him so kindly?
Star-chaos beasts were different from humans; they did not know how to use various weapons, nor did they understand other means of communication, so any information had to be conveyed through their own innate abilities.
Lu Wuxia responded crisply. The two did not use their swords to fly; instead, they habitually strolled slowly down the mountain peak and turned toward the dining area.
Thinking of this, the remaining thirteen masters of the Fallen Immortal Sect suddenly realized that while their hatred for Jian Yi had not faded, an strange new emotion was simultaneously beginning to rise in their hearts.
Watching all this, the word that popped into Vlasov’s mind was exactly that. From the moment the tanks began their assault, in less than twenty minutes, these steel behemoths, in which Trotsky and Takeda Toru had placed such high hopes, were reduced to piles of burning scrap metal by the ROK army’s anti-tank weapons.