31. A Time-Traveling Tale in the Qing Dynasty (31)

Murong Fei knew that she was young and beautiful; if she were to have men as her personal bodyguards, it would inevitably lead to significant trouble.

As Wei Lian'er entered the room, Zhe Zhe and Fenfang also arrived outside the courtyard. Zhe Zhe glanced at the surrounding layout, thinking that if she could circle behind the large blue-brick house, she might be able to overhear what the two were discussing.

Perhaps it was only at the moment his consciousness completely dissipated that he realized Guo Dashu was not stalling for time by engaging him in a duel, but rather using the combat process to plant an explosive formation upon him.

While others might be deceived by the appearance of the gloomy beauty, Xue Ning knew clearly that this beauty with a devastating, calamitous face was, in truth, a man—or perhaps, calling him a cross-dresser would be more accurate.

"Did I really say all those things?" He furrowed his brows tightly, his expression as if he had just swallowed half a fly.

At this moment, the fishing boat had just reached within a hundred paces of the five-toothed warship when a dense volley of arrows suddenly whistled toward them like a swarm of locusts.

In the ancestral land of the dark world, the Source of All Evil, Mount Wanjie, the supreme magnate of the demonic path, who was sitting cross-legged on a black lotus throne, suddenly opened his eyes, then knit his brows and fell into deep thought.

Upon arriving at Shangguan Wan'er's office, Lu Jin was surprised to find that she was not there. Thinking it over, he realized that perhaps since there was nothing of note lately, she had remained by Empress Wu's side instead of coming to the Hanlin Academy.

Even rarer was that he would only say three sentences to the seeker for every divination, yet he had the audacity to demand an ounce of gold.

A faint whistling sound pierced Hao Jun’s eardrums. It felt as if a handful of fine sand had been thrown into his face; there was a certain impact, but it was not enough to cause injury or even pain.

Following this, Mo Zheng and the others witnessed this bizarre scene, and so what happened next became self-evident.

Although that was the case, Zhang Yu took an unopened pack of cigarettes from her bag and tossed it to Chu Yu. Chu Yu did not stand on ceremony; she awkwardly took one out and clamped it between her lips.

As the spiritual light fell upon the Nine-Skull Bag, and before the other two beams could land in their respective places, the bag shuddered and exploded violently. A massive black shadow emerged, accompanied by a blast of bone-chilling, sinister energy. A roar erupted from within, but the shadow was immediately enveloped by rising demonic clouds and black mist.

What kind of ancestral dragon is this? It looks like a complete villain. Whether it can even hatch is another matter entirely.

After the square-faced cultivator and his two fellow disciples landed on the island, they flew straight toward the giant mountain. Upon reaching the base, they verified their identities with the stationed cultivators and flew toward the summit.

After a reprimand from Qin Ruomei, she ignored her talkative junior brother and turned her gaze back to the front.

Yu Tian went back to her room to shower, then changed into loungewear—long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, conservative and polite.

As for Bai Shanshan, because she had bought so much at once, she had to hire a cargo vehicle to continue her shopping.

Although Fu Yi wanted to use the Heaven-Sealing Mirror, the situation at the moment was far too chaotic. Thus, like Zhang Tianyu, he did not reveal his trump card, but instead wielded the Vermilion Bird Divine Sword to execute the Tiangang Sword Technique and charged forward.

For children from poor families, any food they could swallow was a delicacy. Let alone cow's milk, even mouse milk would not be rejected by Bai Huai and Bai Song.

Releasing the shoulders of the two flutes, this young mother finally walked toward me, a bitter and helpless smile on her face.

"It truly surprises me... not only the Grim Reaper group, but even the personnel files of the Six Demon Generals have been collected." I felt as if an unknown force was pulling the strings behind everything, and it seemed their spearhead was aimed directly at our Grim Reaper group.

"This seal is of no use to her anymore. When she wakes up, she will still seek death," Qian Chong sighed softly.

"The Luo family—truly quite imposing." Looking at the speechless old man in yellow, Xue Ti spoke in human tongue. The crisp, mature voice revealed that Xue Ti was female—though it would have been more pleasant to hear, had the voice not been laden with murderous intent.

Dong Qing and Dong Xiaoxuan both remained silent; after all, it was not easy to make an outsider accept this matter.

Li Chengfeng had never expected his fourth uncle to hand such a matter to him to handle; he furrowed his brows and remained silent.

Using the light from a mobile phone, Dong Xiaoxuan handed over a plastic rod, as thick as a thumb and twenty centimeters long.

Two soldiers hurriedly helped Huang Ergou up. Looking at Xiao Feng now, Fan Nang's gaze was filled not only with hostility but also with clear respect.

Su Tan wept helplessly, as if she had forgotten the fleeting passage of time... In truth, Su Tan desperately wanted to rush forward, but she feared she would hinder her Young Master's efforts. After all, she could see that Tang Chuan had not yet reached the end of his life, otherwise that great demoness would have already revealed her true form.

"What? Want to go back on your word?" Zhou Mei said as she walked over, returning Yang Wu's previous words exactly as he had said them. Yang Wu's chest heaved with anger, and he glared at her fiercely. Zhou Mei, refusing to be outdone, puffed out her chest.

Qingyi’s mother, surnamed Yu and named Qing, had no wrinkles on her face despite being nearly forty years old.