Chapter 66 How is he able to get out of bed again?

Lu Ping smiled, looked at the somewhat empty bed, and asked with surprise, "How is it that Brother Yibao and Baishi haven't come over yet? How strange." It was already a time when spring flowers were blooming.

However, that voice vanished abruptly. Wu Er pricked up his ears, but heard nothing more, so he could only mutter, "A strange matter," and continued walking forward.

Lu Ping was greatly astonished. He never expected this old man to be the current chancellor. He hurriedly paid his respects to Zeng Bu, then crisply greeted Lord He, and retreated behind Zhao Lin.

The Yellow Ape was well aware that, compared to himself, the Fire Dragon had hardly suffered any injuries and could easily fight for days and nights on end. But he was different; due to a single moment of carelessness, his head had suffered a heavy blow, and right now, even trying to think had become a very difficult task.

Within this special space, it took a long time for Liyang to gradually recover his senses, even though that was something that had already happened, and it was not Liyang that Yang Qing had saved.

Incorrect! Since this Spirit Realm was a space transformed from the Dao fruit of the Realm Sovereign Yun Xiaoxiang, how could he appear in this otherworldly realm in his true physical form? Could it be that the space he created allowed his own body to merge into it?

Li Qingzhao bowed slightly toward Lu Ping and walked out, followed immediately by Zhuzhi.

In that case, without alerting a single person and while everyone remained completely in the dark, the ultimate layout targeting Charlotte Linlin would already be complete, and there was absolutely no reason for her to survive.

Violet said this abruptly and let out a long sigh of relief. The Tontatta Kingdom and Dressrosa were time-tested good friends, and Violet naturally cared deeply about the safety of Princess Mansherry.

"Forget about it then, I'm living quite happily right now!" Kang Mang'ang shook his head and continued integrating the nerve cells into the Leopard King Pill.

The mischievous fire mouse glared at him, gesturing wildly and squeaking, clearly scolding him for having just tossed her over.

Yu Sheng knew that there was no medicine in this bottle. Although it was a three-day dosage in total, it didn't necessarily mean it had to start today. Besides, having spent so much time together, He Xinran knew her habits very well and knew she definitely wouldn't accept it; perhaps this was just a test.

The group behind him was first shocked, and then a look of even greater anger instantly brewed between their brows and eyes. Yet their failure lay precisely in having overly expressive facial features. If they saw the situation turning south, they should have immediately withdrawn their cauldrons—why still tug at their beards? Why blink their eyes?

Waking up in the morning, Li Haobai looked at the person held in his arms, thinking about what happened last night, and felt it was a bit incredible. Could he actually do such an overbearing thing? And to one of his own people.

"Brother and sister? You might as well just adopt me as your foster father, and I won't mention you and Xue'er's marriage anymore, how about that?" Wang Jun bantered.

The thought had merely poked its head out and hadn't yet had time to be put into practice when the termination symbol sounded on this day.

Just looking at these few words, who could tell what they were specifically for? No wonder she had been cheated last time; not only her, but even the doctor had been deceived.

Zhao Ji had already chosen Gao Qiu as his assistant, and naturally trusted him completely—not only trusting that he would assist him, but also trusting in his ability.

Stepping onto the revolving staircase and arriving at the second-floor corridor, there were dim rooms on both sides, and everything looked completely normal.

The Daoist priest cried until he was exhausted and closed his eyes. If not for an occasional sob every now and then, he would look no different from a corpse laid out.

"Oh, isn't this Senior Brother Wu? Why have you come to the imperial city at this time? Have you found a cultivator for your master?" someone suddenly asked with a teasing voice.

Secondly, there was Cao Cao. Yuan Shu was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and not a wise lord. On that day, Yang Hong died of a broken heart, causing grief to scholars all over the world.

Could this be the true strength of Penglai? Back then, when Penglai disciples had entered the Yunlan Sect as external affairs disciples, shone brilliantly in the inner disciple selection matches, and ultimately won first place, many disciples of the Yunlan Sect believed that Penglai merely relied on Patriarch Fuli and belonged to the nouveau-riche tier of Qi-refining disciples, which was why they managed to secure the top spot.

Seeing Master Wu's works receive such enthusiastic acclaim, the various craftsmen in the workshop naturally poured even more effort into their work. Competing with one another, the workshop was brimming with enthusiasm.

Didn't they see Po Xiao smiling mysteriously off to the side, casting an ambiguous look first at Mo Feng and then at her?

Did the elder Yang tell that scumbag that she was the one who made her sick with anger? It seemed the scumbag truly put absolute, unquestioning faith in the elder Yang's words, treating them as gospel.

The miners and blacksmiths who had just been arrested and beaten indeed all came over. Arriving before the tavern's entrance, they knelt together on the spot and kowtowed, expressing their gratitude to Huang Daozhou.

All sorts of anxieties made it difficult for him to untangle his thoughts. In his heart, he vaguely understood that the Ming Dynasty had reached its most perilous moment.

"Nonsense! ...They are trying to take your life! Once you lose your life, what use is there in talking about anything else?" Ke Jingcai said angrily.

I didn't expect that it had even been to this underground rift; it seems this monkey must be related to alien UFOs.

Seeing Yin Feng, the old man felt no doubts. In his view, Yin Feng was most likely an elite disciple who had defected from another sect. After all, poaching people by offering benefits was common practice between sects, and he had seen plenty of it.

Mu Xicheng felt a tiny flutter of excitement in his heart, which, however, was doused completely cold the moment he took the letter and saw the private seal—it was Mo Yunshang's private seal. Judging by this, it definitely wasn't a personal letter from Qing'er, and must involve some official business.

"That's none of your business either." Turning her head away, Tang Luoran still released her grip on the doorknob, turned, and walked back inside, comforting herself that letting him in was purely out of compulsion, not because her heart had softened.

"Sigh... If only imperial concubine mother could wake up." Mu Xicheng could not help sighing. Her imperial concubine mother would surely know something; even the tiniest clue would be better than them blindly guessing like this.