Chapter 152: Side Story 5

Xiang Yixing saw him turn to the side, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other reached behind her chair, and then he looked at her with a seductive smile curving his thin lips.

From the very moment he knelt down to propose, he kept looking back toward the rearmost rows of the auditorium.

On this intoxicating early summer day, Wu Xingying and Liu Xialai met for the very first time.

Jun Leyan slowly propped herself up and glanced around the room, noticing that the bathroom door was closed with a light shining through it. It must have been Han Lin inside.

She looked at the bone dragon she was controlling; it had already fallen apart, making the white-footed dragon centipede even more restless.

Feeling gloomy in his heart and taking advantage of the others discussing Venerable Mingze's prospective disciple, he slipped away quietly and returned crestfallen to his own peak.

Everyone was deeply grateful to the Fairy Wine Maiden. It was her kind deeds that moved Wu Gang, the celestial immortal managing the osmanthus trees in the Moon Palace, to bring osmanthus wine down to the mortal realm. Ever since then, the human world has had osmanthus flowers and osmanthus wine.

Although her heart was filled with grief and indignation, considering the vast disparity in strength between the enemy and herself, Qiqi wisely chose discretion over valor.

Perhaps due to the presence of the Ancestral Witch's divine power, constructing teleportation arrays within Langhua Heaven was no easy task. Therefore, not every slightly larger city possessed a teleportation array, which made long-distance travel rather inconvenient.

He pointed a finger at Taki Tani, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out. His legs went weak, and he collapsed heavily to the ground. His plump body twitched a few times before going completely still.

Hua Manlou frowned slightly at the scoundrel's words, feeling as though he had heard that shameless tone not long ago. With a helpless smile, he realized he had truly fallen for him, to the extent that even such a brief sentence could make him think of her—or rather, him.

Just as Zhan Zhao was feeling suffocated and frustrated, he suddenly felt a cool stream of energy rise from his Dantian and circulate through his entire body. Surprisingly, the aphrodisiac poison within him completely vanished, and his internal energy was fully restored.

He saw the lifeless eyes of Grand Tutor Pang gradually regain their sanity, and upon hearing Miao Ruolan's question, he turned his head toward her.

Outside the palace doors at this moment, Mo Li lay over her in disarray. The ribbon binding his hair had loosened during the struggle, and his three thousand strands of dark, silky hair cascaded chaotically over her and the jade-paved floor. Under the cold moonlight, it was intensely bewitching and intoxicating, as an alluring and tender atmosphere drifted between the two of them.

Seeing that Xu Wen was able to emerge completely unscathed from the assessment palace, these Qi practitioners were thoroughly convinced of his strength and thus took the initiative to invite him.

He frowned as a faint irritation flared up in his heart. With such a massive incident having occurred, they had actually kept it hidden from him.

The three imperial uncles waved their hands simultaneously, and three sword beams plunged downward like shooting rainbows, slashing directly toward Xu Wen who sat in the center.

If operated at full production capacity, the factory could produce over a thousand catties of fish balls a day. Once produced, they only needed to be sold to be converted into cash and generate a profit.

I do not know how much time passed—perhaps tens of thousands or even hundreds of millions of years—before lower-level life forms finally appeared in this world.

For a period following World War II, the terrifying "mushroom cloud" was the only association the general public had with nuclear energy. Aviation was also inevitably linked to nuclear propulsion; theoretically, the energy released by one pound of enriched uranium fuel could drive an airplane to circle the Earth eighty times without stopping.

Luotian nodded and asked in a deep voice, "Then His Highness means..." He left the sentence unfinished, eager to see what kind of answer Ning Tianchen would give him. If things were truly as the rumors claimed, he would definitely leave; and if it came to blows, he would not hesitate to unleash all his demonic magic to escape from the imperial palace.

As for the pottery, Zhongshan decided not to rush to announce it. Once trading pottery became a regular habit through exchanges with various clans and the Junlie tribe, the pottery business would surely thrive.

"What a brilliant move!" Only then did the South China tiger realize Chang Lin's ambition. The harsh climate here had instead become his training ground.

Luotian felt a jolt in his heart and hurriedly said, "No, it's poisonous!" With that, he pulled Lan Yuan and Ning Ruyue toward the exit of the room.

Xuexi smiled brilliantly, "Of course not. If it were that simple, wouldn't I be just as foolish at arithmetic as Wei Furong's spendthrift cousin? This move of mine has a subsequent backup plan. You only need to wait a few more days." She spoke with an air of profound mystery.

Xue'er felt immensely blessed, and she vowed that she would never let anyone harm Zhou'er. The first time she saw Zhou'er, she had no idea why she wanted to draw her attention, why she wanted to be friends with her, or why her tears would fall for her the moment she saw her collapse.

Because of Mother Lu's issue, this scene had to be retaken several times, which understandably spiked Ni Yun's temper, making her tone and attitude rather unpleasant.

Yet thinking of this made Xue'er feel slightly better; at least she would never call herself anyone's girlfriend again, Xue'er told herself.

"Later on, once we go upstairs and the elevator doors open, run straight for the emergency exit. Do not look back, and once you get out, you'll be safe," the kidnapper told Zhongshan and the others.

"This Crown Prince wants to see for himself!" Clearly unwilling to accept such a failure, Yang Yuan knew that according to their prior preparations, today's outcome should never have failed, and the loser should definitely have been the Prince of Jin. Yet the reality was that the clan leaders who followed him had been killed, while Chang Gehang remained completely unharmed.