Chapter 095: Uncle Xiao no longer cared even for his own life

At that moment, Shen Xuening and Zhou Mingfan also arrived.

Shen Xuening looked at the water inside and could not help sighing in regret. “What a pity. So much silk, and all of it the finest quality. I’m afraid it can no longer be used.”

Zhou Mingfan looked at the silk the workers were carrying out. It had all been soaked through. Such waste. After all, he had once helped out in the workshop before and knew how valuable this silk was. Seeing so much of it ruined now, he could not help feeling a pang of regret and distress.

Shen Xuening asked curiously, “Why haven’t we seen Wen Ni?”

As soon as she said that, Shen Xuening tentatively stepped inside. Zhou Mingfan stayed close behind her; whenever they came to a deeper pool of water, he would...

So now he had to weigh who would gain more from the other in the end, he or Yuan Shao. After all, before long the two of them would have to meet in a battle famed through history.

Now that the situations in the south of the Yangtze and Jing Province had been settled, Cao Cao also came to recognize Xu Shu’s importance in Yi Province. Xu Shu was also the supreme commander of the Shadow Guard in Yi Province.

For the sake of that scarlet hue, the soul consciousness body swelled as well, finally reaching a level barely equal to Chen Jin’s.

The Demon Emperor’s Wheel truly lived up to its reputation as a legendary weapon of the demon race for assaulting cities. Even the Demon-Subduing Grand Array passed down by the Demon-Subduing Emperor could not hold it back.

But even so, against the endless swarms of venomous insects, the time the chaotic barrier could endure was still limited. In the end, all of this still depended on Ling Tian to resolve it.

Amid the whistling gale born from the collision of true energy, Ye Xiu seemed to hear the agonized howls of the Green Lion Demon King.

Rushing up to the man, Hu Gou’s face lit with狂喜 as he reached out to take the ring from the other man’s finger. He was certain it was a storage ring.

Looking at this sister who stood above him, Cai Mao sometimes felt that if she had been born a man, then by now neither Jing Province nor the Cai family would have any sense of his own existence.

The girl brought food, curiously studying the two old men, but Ma Long took her away, leaving only the pair of elders in the room to enjoy a full meal they had not savored in a long time.

“What, you think I’m not embarrassed enough already? You had to come right to my door and let people humiliate me?” Yang Xiong roared furiously.

Faced with his aunt and his birth mother being turned down one after another by Su Ruyao, Cheng Yanzhong showed no expression at all, and Cheng Dizhi remained silent.

Shen Hao nodded. Talent is envied by heaven. He had only been speaking casually, but in all these years Heaven had still favored him; otherwise he would have been dead long ago.

“What conditions?” Fifth Mo raised a brow after hearing Shang Wushang’s terms of agreement, waiting for the so-called conditions. So long as they were not too excessive, he could agree to them for now.

“My home is not far from here. Why don’t you come to my place for lunch? Chang Xing’s cooking is quite good,” Wu Wanyi said.

“I love you, but I crave power and strength even more. I’m sorry, Lie...” Zhou Qian pressed herself against Cui Lie’s back and murmured through tears.

Wu Wanyi kept glancing at the old Daoist. The more she looked, the more saddened she became. This year, the old Daoist had changed so much; he was utterly unlike he had been in years past. In secret, she prayed he could live on healthy and well, because if anything were to happen to him, Chang Xing’s heart would surely break.

When he heard the name “Wu Sheng,” Night Qingjue felt the blood in his entire body rush toward his head. His hands could not help but clench into fists, and he waited in eager expectation that the person coming in would be his Wu Sheng.

Even the mighty Ancient Sage Zhao Lie could not contain himself; he dropped to his knees and bowed his head, as though worshiping a supreme deity. The others fell to their knees in waves, too terrified to breathe.

Li Yuner blew with great seriousness, as though she were sucking on a giant banana or perhaps a huge sausage.

Just then, a faint yet chilling crimson mark of three vertical lines flashed between Su Mu’s brows.

A massive blue flaming hand descended from the sky toward Lin Yuanfan. The air around it warped and twisted, the heat unimaginably intense; even a late-Core Formation cultivator of the same level would have to face it with all his strength.

Ying Xi burst out laughing. The two of them played the fantasy game every day and joined voice chat for guild battles every day, forging a bond of great depth in the game, though only as friends. Haiyang had always wanted to take things further with Ying Xi, even going so far as to become her disciple in the game so she could bully and torment him.

And yet that effeminate fellow seemed not to notice Yang Tianhua’s enraged face at all. His gaze swept over them, and he suddenly spoke.

That Young Master Lang was indeed worthy of being a nine-mark expert. Even in such a sudden ambush, he reacted with remarkable speed. In a desperate instant, he executed a backward somersault, smashed through the wooden wall of the hall, and flew backward into the river.

“This is truly too strange,” Lin Linglong said, staring in contemplation at Lin Feifan, who was busy not far away.

Thinking that today was the day of the emperor and empress’s wedding, and yet the empress still would not descend from the bridal sedan, how could this not make the emperor a laughingstock throughout the entire Great Cheng Kingdom?

More than ten minutes later, the peach-heart cakes came out of the oven. The grandmother wrapped a wet cloth around the edge of the steamer tray, lifted the entire tray of peach-heart cakes, and carried it out into the courtyard.

The instant he put on the mask, he only felt a strange power surging from within it into his body. Within that power was also mingled a deep and formidable force of soul, restraining it and helping him control it.

Lin Jin’s dancing had already been trained quite well. Even from Teacher Lin’s perspective, this dance of hers was nearly perfect.

The bridal sedan at the ceremony was very large, a sixteen-bearer sedan chair. Siting lay on the mat behind Fang Zhen, and in this way Siting would not be discovered by the visitors.

But if one absolutely had to connect him to the present Jing Province faction, then Zhang Ji leaned slightly toward Liu Bei. This was because the Southern Yang family had a deep personal friendship with him, and under the influence of Huang Chengyan, Zhang Ji naturally also became acquainted with Liu Bei.

As a remnant people, Peng Yue was unwilling to submit to the discipline of Qi and even less willing to obey the harsh decrees of Qin.

Truth be told, his family was absolutely better suited than Aslan’s Hilton family to sit in the governing council’s seat. It was only a pity they had missed the right time.

Only at a point so late it could not be later did Ning Meixuan finally wave her hand in reluctant satisfaction and let me go.

Later, Chu Xiong had once wanted to see which one of the three, including Dharma, had lost his waist pendant, and thereby determine who had killed the ancient Emperor Sky Howl. But now, though Dharma and the others had not returned, he discovered that the thing was missing from Shi Zixuan’s waist instead.

Melancholy is a bad thing. Though we could not think of any way to destroy it, I did not want to see it laid bare before these people close to me.

And today, for Somalia, its significance was immense: it marked Somalia’s journey toward becoming a maritime power.

His gaze, almost unconsciously, drifted to the bearded man beside him, his companion.

Wei Yue had not said much over the phone, only warning that Qiu Xiaogong was not necessarily as calm and steady as she appeared, and that the teacher should not let down his guard.

Besides, on closer reflection, he and Ye Shaojie truly did not have any great enmity; it was hardly worth continuing to provoke such an opponent, one who might well beat him into a serious injury.

Wu Jinyan, in this matter, actually understood perfectly well in her own heart what had happened.

Her appearance was not that of someone whose tormentor had been caught and who was weeping tears of joy; rather, she was crying from worry.

In mid-September, not yet ten days after Wei Shi had just occupied Fangling, a branch of the Cun people, the Tiger Ba tribe, which took the serpent as its totem, suddenly emerged from the rarely traversed upper reaches of the Dushui River and ran to the outskirts of Fangling City to plunder.