Chapter 38 Is She Allergic to Eggs?

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When Dong Zhuo learned that Li Ru had gone to see Zhao Wu only to be denied entry, he was so furious that he jumped up and down, wishing he could charge straight to the Zhao residence and tear Zhao Wu into a thousand pieces.

Lin Hansen held Gui'er in his arms, resting his right index finger on the boy's palm, enjoying the tender sensation of being held.

However, the actions that followed truly refreshed Ye Mingbei's perception of Ye Zifeng, giving him a real understanding of the word "wife."

Who didn't know that the Zhan family in the Imperial Capital was not to be trifled with, especially this particular ancestor, who was even less to be offended?

The two sat down together to deliberate for a long time, and then the Qi family patriarch gathered his men, preparing to head directly toward the Boundary River.

Zhan Jincheng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly snapped them open. His eyes were tinged with a faint, pale red, and his cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, as if he had been contaminated by some virus. He raised his hand and roughly pushed away the head resting on his shoulder.

Bai Yanjing seemed to know she was about to say something that would keep them at a distance, so he deliberately interrupted her and changed the subject.

Beside the flower bed stood a thin beggar in tattered clothes and breeches. He held the last rose in his hands, placing it reverently in the center of the bed with an air of immense solemnity.

With Grandma Su there to back her up, Liu Cui dared not say another word, and the matter of the bird eggs was left unsettled.

The ancestral hall was dedicated to the ancestors of the Xi family. Each head of the family had lived in the old residence for generations, and ever since the passing of Old Master Xi, Madam Xi had been the sole authority of the Xi family.

The father before him was stunned, because even the father most likely to have the opportunity to engage in SM and loli training would never dare to say such things.

However, as Xu Wen continued to approach that pressure, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light in the gloomy, deathly silent firmament.

Gong Xuanyue calmed her anger slightly and stopped taking it out on Guyue Xian. Casting a cold glance at the immortals present, she swept her magnificent long sleeves, and together with all the denizens of the Demon Realm and Guyue Xian, she vanished into thin air, leaving behind only thousands of blood-colored, translucent demon flowers fluttering in the wind and rain.

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On this day, flying scouts brought news that the villagers in the stronghold had clearly received reports of a victory and were passing the word among themselves, all filled with joy. From his wooden tower, Fang Guohuan looked out at the scene, and while surprised, he consoled himself: "It was a lucky first battle; victory is not guaranteed." His heart grew anxious nonetheless.

No! The shadow sweeping over their heads told them otherwise—it was Hu Shiyidao, the Flying Tiger of the Snow Mountains, using his light-body technique to pounce from the air toward the positions of the six keyboard players.

"If you aren't going to buy it, don't look at it; it's a waste of time!" The sales clerk adjusted her sideburns, then continued to stand with her arms crossed over her chest, not looking like a clerk at all.

Using the gold coin at his fingertips to pierce the palm that had dealt the killing blow, he ultimately threw the scorching coin, and with no suspense, it struck the throat of the Blood Phoenix, who was standing barely a meter away from the corpse, completely defenseless.

Damn it, "Tiger-Crane Twin Form Fist"? I come from a family of ancient martial arts; I practice real, solid techniques. I hate these flowery martial arts displays—they look intimidating but are useless in a real fight.

Finally, there was this mysterious blue glove. Although Suo Jia had only discovered its property of insulating against the cold so far, even a fool would know it couldn't be just that; it was simply that Suo Jia hadn't figured it out yet.

The Great Desolate Mountains erupted repeatedly, with strange omens constantly changing. There were top-tier treasures and divine artifacts of immortal grade. Each time an apparition appeared, it drew gasps of amazement.

If Mo Qianyu were here, she would laugh at it for licking its own feet, saying it wasn't majestic at all, but rather a disgrace to the name of a divine beast.

The Heavenly Sovereigns of the major powerful clans also understood that they could not live in the Immortal Emperor's Palace forever; even if Xue Shisan were willing, they themselves would not be.

The words left everyone in a collective stupor; no one could accept that His Young Mastership could actually say such things.

Seeing this, Ye Zusheng looked back and found that the people who had been chasing them just a moment ago had already vanished.

Actually, Li Hanchao had originally intended to say the cultivation level was extremely high—the jump from a Fifth-Rank Seal King to an Initial-Rank Seal Emperor was indeed very high for a Third-Rank Seal King like him—but after glancing at Yu Xiaotian, he sighed in his heart and changed his words.

As Tang Ding spoke, Qi Yuanfang looked at Meng Yi beside Tang Ding with terror on his face; clearly, he had recognized Meng Yi.

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Xia Musheng indeed had too many things to handle, all of them highly thorny. The first was whether his own sister would agree to reclassify "Real-Time" Film and Television under the "Apocalypse" Group.

The news from "next door" led her to a judgment: Liang Xiu was likely not on this flight. But what if Chen Ge and the others were not playing by the rules and had actually given her the correct information?

After the curtain call, Li Fengxuan had to accept interviews, and she didn't want to cause him any trouble. Moreover, she had been in the spotlight today; if not for her familiarity with the staff from Haicheng Satellite TV, which allowed her to hide in a corner of the work area, she would have been besieged by enthusiastic people.

The sound of Heavenly Sovereign artifacts colliding rang out incessantly. The great universe trembled, the Great Dao revived, and the sound of the Dao was grand, majestic, and profound.

It turned out that Liu Xian had seen the environment just now and, knowing Zhou Yuan’s current difficulties, had given instructions without leaving a trace.

She applied a thin layer of light lipstick and casually found a simple blue Yuqian gauze dress. Her waist, barely a handful, was perfectly accentuated. Her long, black hair fluttered in the wind, and a jade hairpin was tucked into her hair, with a lock of hair draping over her chest, revealing her tenderness.

Lin Qingping took all the equipment he had farmed earlier that he didn't need, along with the gear he had replaced, and piled them all in front of A'hu.

"Today is the First Lady's funeral. My mother died of a chronic illness. She gave her entire life to this family; let's not talk about other things and focus on praying instead!" On the way here, Qiao'er had told her that the Master had told the public that the Lady had died of a chronic illness.

The Phantom Snake shrieked, turned around, and bit into Lin Qingping's right arm, but it failed to bite through his armor.