Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Rain Ceases, the Skies Clear, and the Xiongnu Sue for Peace!

The Xiongnu, Royal Court tent!

Huyan Zhuo, his tall and burly frame seated on the main throne, rested his right hand on the wooden table beside him. His tiger-like eyes glinted with cold light as he looked down at the figure kneeling on the ground below.

The atmosphere inside the tent was suffocatingly oppressive; the gathered Xiongnu generals did not even dare to breathe loudly.

Time passed, though none could say how much.

She truly wanted to disregard everything and tell him the truth, to face life and death together, but the child in her womb and the safety of the Gu family forced her to suppress these thoughts.

Why was she, once again, a princess of Country V, now dealing with the monarch of a nation?

"A promise?" Ye Lingxi was somewhat bewildered. It was just taking some medicine to coax him; did it really warrant the word "promise"? He was taking this medicine-taking business far too seriously.

Peach Blossom nodded. Now that both her hands were crippled, she truly could not do anything even if she wanted to help.

The game company was initially delighted by the popularity brought in by this eccentric dungeon, but as the dungeon remained unconquered for so long, their joy turned into anxiety.

He looked at the crooked characters on the paper, crumpled them into a ball in a fit of frustration, and then burned them to ashes.

Hearing Shangguan Xiang's inquiry, Mu Yue let out a faint scoff. She hoped it wasn't what she suspected in her heart.

"I don't know what to do, Lin Yang, what should I do?" Tears slid down once more, her heart aching as if someone were twisting a knife inside.

Entering the coffee shop, he saw Bai Zhi and Lin Yang sitting opposite each other. Bai Zhi, wearing sunglasses, waved at him upon seeing him, just as she always did.

By the time Mu Nanzi was sent to the hospital and wheeled into the emergency room, Xia Xixi finally collapsed in exhaustion onto the hospital bench.

The next moment, a heaven-shaking sword light appeared in this world, engulfing everything.

"What kind of chef is a good chef if he can't breathe fire? I am only training you," Mu Wen said, patting him on the shoulder.

With a "bang," the back of the Black Burst Demon was struck, and it tumbled to the ground. The Cannon Armor that had attacked it also landed, assuming a combat stance before stepping forward.

"I had no knowledge of this! You are slandering me!" Xue'er cried out. Guan Dongren shed tears at this moment, wanting to embrace Xue'er, but he only grasped at empty air, his face filled with sorrow.

Although Gu Changjing had long known of Gu Yunliu’s wolfish ambitions, he had not expected his heart to be so vicious.

Under the infusion of Ye Feng’s Holy Body power, each thread began to bloom with an incomparably brilliant golden divine light.

In the downtown business district of the Magic City, a fleet of over twenty RVs surrounded the scaffolding-covered Tingtian Tower. Many passersby took out their phones to film, wondering what new tricks or commercial gimmicks the wealthy Tingtian Company was up to this time.

He turned his head slightly to look at Princess Anning. Seeing that her expression remained unchanged, he suppressed his own thoughts, assuming it could not be anything of great importance.

The door was knocked three times. Fang Yanqing did not look up, knowing it was Wei Chao, and simply called for him to enter.

After observing for a while and finding no abnormalities with the hawk, Long Wu sent it into the innermost stone chamber, which was protected by a restrictive barrier.

Fan Tianluo was stunned. "Really? That's great! You can use all five to refine pills." In truth, she had also intended to use them for alchemy.

Another, older general pondered aloud, "This Yi Zimo is cunning and full of tricks. I fear that even if we withdraw our troops, he may not release the young mistress as promised. Young General, we must guard against treachery!" There was no honor on the battlefield, let alone when dealing with someone like Yi Zimo.

At that very moment, the candles inside the palace lanterns flickered in the autumn breeze, casting shifting shadows. Mo Wanli suddenly leaped from her spot, pushing her hand forward, twisting her wrist into a claw, her deep, pitch-black eyes surging with hidden sharpness.