Chapter 22

She actually threw it away... The news reached Gu Shaoyang’s cerebral cortex, and he processed the information. She had actually discarded the necklace, and in the very alley where they had first met, no less.

These people had lived long enough to know how to read a man's face. Knowing this was exactly what he wanted to hear, they embellished their stories even further.

"It is true," Blue Lotus said with unquestionable conviction, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Indeed, she was willing to do anything Nangong Liuyun asked of her, regardless of what it might be.

"Shaoyang, it is all my fault. I am the one who hurt sister Xiaomeng. It’s all me. I couldn't stand the sight of her; I wanted to kill her, to tear her to pieces. It’s all my fault, are you happy now?" Jiang Qingluo sobbed.

"If you truly loved me, you wouldn't do things to hurt me. Cui Yinghao, let go of me! Don't hurt me." Fu Zhichu’s lips trembled, her face pale and bloodless. She watched the frantic Cui Yinghao, helpless to do anything.

But if she did that, wouldn't Cui Yinghao look down on her even more? Then again, in his eyes, had she ever been anything of consequence to begin with?

"You must be in a lot of pain. Bite me instead, don't bite your tongue." Xin Xin extended her arm toward Lin Yu. Lin Yu forced a weak smile and grabbed the quilt to bite down on. Xin Xin frantically searched for Lin Yu's medicine, but not knowing what to give him, she opened the door and summoned the doctor.

The High Priest did not offer a word of rebuttal. He bowed his head and said, "I accept your instruction." He turned and walked straight out.

At that moment, Bai Linghuai let out a shriek. A red fire lotus had "grown" on her stomach, blooming in full, vibrant, and terrifying splendor.

"Just say you want me out!" Wei Meng was obedient; he retreated from the room as instructed, not forgetting to close the door behind him.

The opposing warrior was astonished. Despite Ding Huo only having level eleven source power, he was holding his own. That flame of source power was scorching and bone-eroding, possessing a lethal threat that transcended the category of special source flames.

Liu Wuhen looked at Wuming with tenderness, his eyes filled with an endless depth of love, though he himself was unaware of it.

One day, the restless Xiuluo Sha summoned Hu Xing'er, who managed the daily affairs, and questioned her about matters within the palace.

The Japanese army, approaching its end, began to face issue after issue, particularly regarding internal unity. The troops guarding the periphery could no longer endure the freezing winter nights and repeatedly requested to be rotated, but how could the Japanese forces within the city possibly agree?

"It doesn't matter. I’ll go to the Central Warrior Academy and learn the Three Divine Absolutes; then there won't be any problems," Ding Huo said.

Li Tianyou remembered accidentally glimpsing Murong Ru bathing on the mountain and, in his embarrassment, could only lift his wine gourd and take a swig.

Given the toughness and width of meridians at the Warrior level, as long as one finds the right path of absorption and circulation, the total amount of heaven and earth essence energy one can intake can be increased tenfold or even a hundredfold.

Lan Youtu watched this scene with a slight smirk. Ignoring Liu Qi, who was about to be killed, he instead lunged forward and launched a fierce attack on Tina.

"Monkey, you're asking for trouble!" The Bull Demon King did not dodge. He swung his iron rod, striking first despite moving second, and in an instant, broke Wukong's arm.

"Nonsense! Do you think I don't know it's a locust tree? I’m talking about the heavens, understand? There are thirty-three layers of heaven, and above the thirty-third layer, there is another called the Sound of Light Heaven!" the old monk shouted.

Meanwhile, on the imperial road leading from the capital to Jinling City, there were many merchants trying to earn one last profit before the season turned into the extreme cold of deep winter. The Princess Royal’s entourage, accompanied by the strictly disciplined Imperial Guards, was particularly eye-catching.

It wasn't that Su Meng was afraid to meet Ning Xu's cousin; she simply felt a bit awkward about meeting people from Ning Xu's side.

Su Meng rubbed her eyes in disbelief. How could this be possible? How could things for a baby be so expensive, especially when these were just the most ordinary daily necessities?

"Good!" Chu Yi replied simply, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart. That person really did know her whereabouts perfectly well; the display of dominance was truly effective.

The remaining insects were left to be dealt with by ordinary weapons. Mingxiu was a very capable grenadier; his hand grenades were extremely precise, landing accurately at the feet of the insects and cleanly disposing of two crawlers.

"By the way, according to what you’re saying, these things like weaving and papermaking all have to be restored, right?" Liu Hailian asked curiously.

It was just that Wu Yan did not yet have the strength to truly achieve ten thousand years, and this supernatural ability had one limitation: one could not know one's own future.

When Ning Xu returned to this courtyard, he was almost entirely subservient to Su Meng, which was quite different from his sternness outside. Because of this, the people in the residence genuinely cared for Su Meng and her family.

"The Ancient God-Demon Battlefield..." The green-robed chief stood up abruptly, his expression turning agitated. The current God-Demon Battlefield, the Boundless Sea, was merely a battlefield for those below the God Emperor level; God Emperors and Demon Emperors were forbidden from intervening. Compared to the ancient battlefield, what is called the God-Demon Battlefield today is nothing but a joke.