Volume 1, Chapter 49: Mentally Broken Down Because His Wife Refuses to Co-habit
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Although she woke up naturally, Yang Yuwei still felt a bit groggy and lazy, so she stayed curled up motionlessly in bed for nearly the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.
Above the rock, a giant golden egg floated in mid-air. Below it stood a warrior clad in red and black, holding a green rod-like object and drawing something on the ground.
Today, the Immortal Receptionist was lying lazily on a chair, basking in the sun. Not far away, on the Immortal Reception Platform, a burst of celestial radiance shot out in all directions, rising into a riot of colorful hues resembling a blooming lotus.
"I haven't asked yet, where are we now?" After successfully taking Ino away from Olympus under Zhan Kun's guidance, they traveled all the way down across the sea and stopped on a fairly large island in the middle of the ocean. Feeling somewhat indifferent, Nuo had never really cared about their exact location.
Although Yunyao had seen various clocks and watches in modern times, she was still amazed by the exquisite craftsmanship of this timepiece.
Just moments ago, Tong Deren had hidden in the bushes, fixing his gaze on Fang Wu, mustered all his strength, and hurled such a massive stone.
In truth, normal cloud Qi would never behave this way; if it did, it wouldn't be called cloud Qi anymore. Cloud Qi earned its name precisely because it looked just like ordinary clouds floating above an army's head. However, Murong Chen's side had transformed into a dense fog completely enveloping the troops.
Just as Zhou Jin was about to accept the next dungeon, the mobile phone on his desk vibrated, and a ringtone sounded.
"My son need not worry; your mother's health is still quite good. With you campaigning far away, there is no need for you to fret. Coming here late at night, does my son know what your mother wishes to say?" As her son's status rose, Jiang Fang had gradually adapted to the role of head of the family, and now every gesture of hers exuded an air of authority.
Within the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the group arrived before a white-topped grand tent. The nearly three-zhang-tall main military tent was elevated high upon more than a dozen stone steps. Flanking the steps stood two spliced flagpole pillars over ten zhang tall, as thick as a rice bowl, standing tall between heaven and earth.
Because sitting idly and waiting for death would inevitably incur the charge of defying orders. Disobeying orders was a grave crime within the Brocade Guard, one that allowed for no leniency. Furthermore, the Donghuamen Centurion Post was one of the major epicenters of the "rebel" incidents. With such a massive uproar outside, for the centurion post to remain indifferent was nothing less than dereliction of duty.
Lowering her head to look at the crystal-clear, thoroughly simmered porridge, she knew how long Sister Dai must have spent cooking it to achieve such perfection.
"Liu Tian... if you kill me... you'll be finished too..." Meng Yiyuan's bloodshot eyes finally brimmed with terror. He could see that Liu Tian was truly going to kill him.
In the eyes of the crowd, it was a tasteless chicken rib, but in his eyes, this Kui Niu inner core was an invaluable treasure, impossible to seek yet encountered by chance. Even if it could only elevate his cultivation to the second or third tier of the Golden Core stage in a short time, its utility would be immense.
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People began to curse the Lang Son army, with some demanding a breakout. Yet talking of a breakout was rather laughable; this was neither solid land nor a place with bridges. A breakout required ships, but the Japanese forces currently lacked enough vessels to transport even a few thousand men out to sea. Even if they could manage to transport them, once intercepted by those wolf-like Lang Son naval forces, thousands of lives would instantly feed the fishes.
"How is it? The reception specs for you are quite high, aren't they? A Bentley." Qu Gu tossed Zheng Yuan's luggage directly into the backseat and then helped open the front passenger door for her.
Zhao Chaogang hadn't spent his summer vacation in Liu Village for more than a dozen years, so he was truly completely unfamiliar with its current environment. These matters could only be left to Liu Mugeng to handle.
Wang Tiemie immediately realized the man's background. Only people from the island nation would utter that word, "Hai!"
"Wife, I brought you some food, let's eat first." As he spoke, Liu Tian took out the meal he had brought from home.
The sword light was as brilliant as a rainbow yet as ordinary as water, harboring unfathomable profundities. It transcended the myriad transformations of martial techniques and surpassed the return to simplicity, carrying an unspeakable will and the ultimate essence of swordsmanship.
Ming wondered if Ping Yang was hearing hallucinations. The Eternal Divine Sun was transformed from the physical body of the Golden Crow Patriarch; how could there be a palace of the Sun clan belonging to it?
When Jiang Yun was cleansing the Nine Provinces, he had once cleaved open with a single sword the banished immortal princess sealed within the immortal grave, nearly shattering her to pieces.
The Ten Yama Kings and the Six Sages of Meishan were all convinced that Duke Bao had been slain by Di Liuli. However, Yang Jian, who had crossed swords with Duke Bao, knew too well how unfathomable and elusive the duke truly was. Di Liuli might have been stronger than Duke Bao, but she certainly could not have killed him.
Who would have thought that Tantai Yunian would be quietly and secretly eliminated, only for Ye Fei to emerge halfway out of nowhere.
Her best friend had fallen for a classic phoenix man—someone from a rural background who was more insecure than anyone else in the world yet worked harder than anyone else. He was a rare inspirational role model from that top-ten elite higher education institution in the southwest back then, eventually progressing naturally to study abroad on a government scholarship.
Meanwhile, Anna maintained her adorably naive expression, sitting beside Tang Ming and asking questions about this and that.
Not only that, judging by Ye Yan's tone, he had no intention of competing for this piece of land. The sense of foreboding in President Zhao's heart grew stronger by the second.
In the Dragon Realm, before reaching Ancestral Dragon Mountain, everything remained unknown. Being able to enhance one's strength even slightly meant an extra margin of survival, and Ping Yang certainly dared not be careless.
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Jiang Yun's gaze grew increasingly cold. Although the opponent's words held a grain of truth, they could not whitewash his mistakes.
As the saying goes, the deceased command the utmost respect. No matter how many faults one had, as long as it wasn't a severe moral defect that provoked the wrath of both gods and men, people generally showed a tolerant attitude. But if it were a comrade-in-arms who had repeatedly rendered military exploits and enjoyed high renown, others would inevitably stand up fiercely to defend him without even needing to reason. Naturally, the subsequent evaluations of Xiao Yi became even harsher.
As a result, just as he walked up to Zhou Yuqi, she had already breathed her last and turned into a pile of icy, powdery debris, leaving behind not even a recognizable trace.
"Sterilization medicine?" Kuntai muttered with twitching eyelids, his eyes filled with an incredulous, despairing hue.
Feeling the internal energy circulating within his body, a trace of joy instantly surfaced on Gu Ningxue's cheeks.
Following the war on Yuanyuan Star, the human population plummeted drastically, leaving many planets as uninhabited ghost towns.
Fang Wu had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights, staring fixedly at the defensive deployment of Scutum Alpha 217 to find the optimal breakthrough point.
He opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something, but before the words could leave his lips, Chen Xin abruptly waved his hand.
If the "Transmission of the Gentleman" symbolized the flawless integrity of a gentleman and served as a sword of self-appraisal, then the "Enclosure of the Ninety-Five" was his sword of self-admonition, symbolizing the trials and helplessness along a gentleman's path of cultivation, forged from blood amber and glowing entirely like crimson jade.
Rubbing his chin, Ye Kun nodded. He truly was not aware of this rule, mainly because that fellow Wu Yu hadn't mentioned it to him. Since the rule genuinely existed, he had no desire to stir up trouble; his primary objective was to quickly extract himself and go search for the blue fern grass.
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