Volume 1, Chapter 48: He Yunshen Loses His Memory

Although the words sounded affectionate, Nan Huaige lowered her head with a smile and did not reply. Ever since that night when Xiao Yan had brazenly scaled the wall of the Grand Duke's residence, she had constantly reminded herself to keep her distance from him.

Yang Yunhai gave a look, and immediately someone stepped forward to separate the two and lead them away.

Listening to the chattering noises outside the office, Lin Yuming found it somewhat amusing. The one thing Anxi City never lacked was the sun; as for traveling all the way there just to get a tan, was there really any point? Besides, your skin hasn't changed color at all, which only proves that you simply struck a pose just to take a photograph.

"In such a rush to walk right into the tiger's den?" Charm Slave was clearly meticulously dressed up. Ye Xuan smiled slightly, without any further nonsense, and swept Charm Slave up horizontally in his arms.

With a loud roar, Xi Wuli charged forward first to meet the rune-transformed beast. Channeling his demonic energy into his hands, his battle-axe instantly radiated a towering murderous aura, and he slashed out with it from afar.

On the other side, Luo Jialiang's steamed pig brains had also been removed from the steamer. They trembled on the flat plate, looking just like gelatin. The big screen showed that due to the illumination of the lights, they even had a reflective sheen, appearing almost transparent, which drew gasps of admiration from the crowd.

"Are you the Prince's guards who just arrived at Xinzhengba? Keeping your word, aren't you? You started a fight the moment you arrived!" The old man wore a half-smile, a mix of mockery and irony, but his words revealed that he was extremely well-informed. This was hardly surprising; Changping Village was the intersection of two major roads, and any developments at Xinzhengba would be known here immediately.

"It's too late. By the time he rushes over, the day-lilies will have already turned cold," Zhou Yiyang said with a gloomy expression.

Though feeling somewhat strange, Feng the bumpkin, whose seat at the post station was barely warm, happily walked out of the door and followed closely behind Zhao Guang and the others toward Feng Village.

Xie Yun ignored everyone else, methodically organizing a very grand funeral to lay the old master to rest.

"Since you already know, we have no other choice." The Ilcas starling appeared to have made a difficult decision.

Jiu Mei called out at this moment, wishing she could put in a good word for Ji Han, but utterly failing to find any suitable phrasing.

Ten minutes later, the five of them found a place to sit down. The madman and the other two naturally only cared about ordering things for themselves! As for Yang Ying, whether still affected by the remarks of the three men just moments ago or not, her face still retained a lingering flush, which only added a touch of extra charm to her.

Thinking of the blood-craving fragrance on Feng Ju's body, and the medicinal Gu king on his own body, he fed his own blood into Feng Ju's mouth, yet it was completely useless.

Yuan Zhan didn't notice her abnormality and lazily sat down on her bed. An Mian subconsciously wanted to chase him up.

Seeing the slightly retaliatory look in Yang Tianyi's eyes, her face blushed even more. How could Yang Tianyi have become like this? She had only asked him not to always spout nonsense.

What the Emperor of Qin wanted Murong Zhuo to catch was naturally the Scarlet Flame Monarch Butterfly. Both Danxin Ge and the Scarlet Flame Monarch Butterfly born within it were rare treasures, but with the Emperor of Qin around, such things were truly never in short supply.

"I can only use this ability." Several flashes of dark purple light swept across Barton Bemunstar's claws.

How could they ever understand why a fool with merely the seventh level of the Yin-Yang realm could so easily humiliate a Prince Charming at the eleventh level of the Yin-Yang realm to such an extent?

Yin Tianchao took off his own outer coat and draped it over her, leaving himself in just a short-sleeved shirt.

"We just had a sudden whim today, Fourth Aunt." Ye Xiaomei looked at Aunt Si and spoke in a spoiled, coquettish tone.

"But, Yan..." Qianqian anxiously interrupted her again, striving to secure a chance to practice dancing: "Please." Hua Qing could not ignore her pleading gaze, and ultimately went against someone's wishes, allowing her to start practicing dance.

Zheng Zhengxi slowly walked closer to her, his sincere gaze never wavering from her for even a fraction. Graceful and noble like a prince, he reached out his hand to her. Tang Ling slowly placed her own hand in his, and he swept her up into his arms. The sudden departure from the wheelchair that had accompanied her for three years left her somewhat flustered and at a loss.

Zhou Xuan was given a thorough roughing up, the corners of his eyes flushed red from the torment. When he woke up the next day, the person beside him had already gone out.

"This is so delicious." Fang Chen continued to control the pieces of sliced fierce dragon meat, savoring them carefully, feeling his mind grow relaxed and at ease.

"Wait a moment." Ye Zhiyuan picked up a piece of meat for Zhou Xuan, wiped his hands, and nodded at Li Ming. Li Ming understood and walked out following him.

All the officials suddenly realized that Liu Mu had probably done something else to offend Li Shimin, the Emperor of Great Tang.

With handsome facial features, an upright posture, and a pair of crystal-clear eyes, even though her spiritual platform was still groggy, An Youran recognized this suddenly appearing old friend and acquaintance amidst her sleepy-eyed state.

King Qing Yu is known for his coldness. Even making him show a gentle expression was extremely difficult, let alone a smile? Yet he was joyous to the absolute extreme; Fang Chen, who had ended the Star Prison battle zone, was worthy of such a reaction.

He immediately hurried back inside the factory. Qin Feng held a gun in one hand and the steering wheel in the other, firing two shots. The two slowest-running thugs collapsed in response. Qin Feng let out a hearty laugh for a while, the rolling wheels carrying his laughter away.

Seeing his army's morale dropping lower and lower, Beiming Yu believed the conditions for defeating the enemy and achieving victory had ripened. He organized ten thousand elite soldiers into a suicide squad, outflanked them to the southwest of the city, unexpectedly crossed the Kun River, and launched a fierce assault on Fang Tian's base camp.

Yet the American devils' schemes completely severed the inheritance of the island nation's ninja, shrine maiden, and Onmyoji lineages. Lacking such a foundation, the island nation never produced another expert capable of intimidating a region, and to this day, they still have to pander to others and wag their tails in supplication.

How could this happen? Old Ghost King Huoyan watched helplessly as that bolt of lightning pierced through the sea of fire and smashed into the teleportation array.

"I am not going in," Wu Gang said resolutely. "I want you to promise to come home with me, or else I will kneel before you and stay here until you agree. I am kneeling to beg you right now." As he spoke, he truly dropped to his knees.

Not only the surrounding new disciples, but even Lin Yuan herself was startled, never expecting this method to actually be so effective.

Liuli let him support her, allowing his hand to linger on her arm without pulling away, feeling even happier than Yu Yu.

The one speaking was none other than Fang Xiang, who had been quietly resting all along. Seeing Xiao Le and Tao Xiaoyan bickering all the way and turning the carriage into a complete mess, she simply could not bear it any longer and cried out.

This time, Qianhu Group had no way to clear its name. As if that weren't enough, their head, Li Sihai, had even gone missing, plunging Sihai Group into deep crisis.