Chapter 43: Chi Ran is the other guest of the flight

In the afternoon, Sister Li came over.

As soon as she arrived, she curled up on the sofa, clutching Yu Ling's favorite Corgi pillow and kissing it repeatedly.

Watching from a distance, Yu Ling couldn't help but shudder.

What is wrong with this woman?

That is her little Corgi! What on earth is she doing?

Did she drink a couple of ounces of fake liquor?

How terrifying.

Seeing her little Corgi being so abused that it was completely out of shape, Yu Ling shrank her neck and, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward...

"How can you, the leader of the Lingshan Sect, being a person of Mongolian nomadic descent, be qualified to preside over our Central Plains martial arts tournament!" someone in the crowd objected.

Li Yunmu had no idea what those two sword spirits were worried about. However, just as they were about to go and completely kill the Black Qilin, a black barrier appeared before their eyes, blocking them, the sword spirits, outside.

This was Jixiang City, the estate of the Yue clan. Acting so arrogant and domineering on the host's territory would annoy anyone. It was just that Jixiang City needed to form an alliance with the Five Ancient Gods, and the envoy sent was a descendant of an ancient god, making it truly difficult to take action.

At the age of five, she didn't even dare to close her eyes to sleep. Every night, even with her mother by her side, nightmares came one after another, and the slightest sound would wake her up. The lights in her room were never turned off at night.

To the great-grandmother, as long as she still lived in that house, she could still feel the presence of the great-grandfather, and that very presence was the source that sustained her grandmother's will to live until now.

"Ah—" Su Yueyue's face turned a shade paler, a myriad of agonizing feelings welling up in her heart.

The resounding voice of Qaghan Jieli cut across the empty battlefield, reaching the ears of everyone on the city walls of Lingzhou. Every general and soldier on the entire battlefield focused their gaze on Li Daozong. His decision would affect the situation of the entire battlefield and the fate of Lingzhou.

A man in black emerged from the shadows. A black trench coat and the dark night—how perfectly they matched.

Mo Xuan had something spat onto his face, and his smile vanished instantly. He let go of Su Qingge, took out a piece of tissue to wipe his face, a haze of gloom gathering in the depths of his eyes.

An Ruo's stiff body only reacted after a few long seconds, slowly lifting her gaze as if about to look at something terrifying. She squinted slightly, terrified that she wouldn't see clearly.

"I brought it up," Rong Su said, his face pale, reaching out to take the gecko from Pan Weiliang's hand.

Numerous fifth-tier experts, along with a few meritorious fourth-tier ones, looked toward the direction of the Hall of Justice with adoration. There, buildings of any kind were completely no longer visible.

Wen Xin bumped into Shi Xu, signaling him to look at Xu Wei's expression. The two exchanged glances; Xu Wei must have been planning this for quite some time, solely figuring out how to drive Bai Luoli out of the cast, and this costume was likely damaged by someone she hired.

Fang Xiao was amazed at Luo Hao's speed and said nothing more. Having too many Asura avatars was useless to him anyway; rather than being a miser hoarding wealth, it was better to distribute it generously.

There were clear explanations on how to utilize the self-detonation of refined magic treasures to produce the most astonishing explosive power, covering aspects such as timing, angles, environment, and the precise moment to strike.

The place where 'Madame Wu' resided was a structure consisting of street-side shops with a backyard. Taking advantage of the heavy rain, Zeng Xi slipped ashore from the willow trees by the river that obstructed the line of sight, and naturally and silently skirted around the corner of the courtyard to enter.

Closing his eyes, Ye Su could even imagine that he was currently eating roast meat and drinking wine.

The girls let out a cry of lament, feeling it was a pity, but they didn't linger too long. Anyway, they simply sat down at the bar and refused to leave, though each of them ordered a glass of fruit juice to support the business.

Every day they exuded a bitter, deep-seated hatred, every day shouting about the survival of the fittest. It was blatantly designed to cultivate hatred and lead people to do evil.

"Regarding the topic of human sacrifice, the Emperor remains tight-lipped. What I know is from external rumors," imperial concubine Sun said with a smile, letting Yang Rong know about this matter so as to gain his covert assistance.

If one were to attribute Chu Yan catching so many Myriad-Mechanism Jades to mere luck, it would be an absolute impossibility.