Volume 1, Chapter 67: The Murderous Gaze of a Father-in-Law

"No way!"
Xiangyu rolled her eyes at Wang Dong and said with a playful reproach:
"Isn't this because you asked us to bring the things up for you? I've put your things inside the shack! Second Aunt told me to, she said it's been raining lately so there should be new angelica shoots, and she asked me to take Xiaomiao to pick some. What are you doing here chopping and crafting?"

Clearly, the white liquor was beginning to take effect; his head started to spin, and his heart began to beat wildly.

An aunt? This crown princess was only eighteen years old, right at the prime of her youth, yet he called her an aunt?

Having been treated this way, Old Master Yan wanted to flare up in anger, but when he looked up, he saw that the other person had already left. The breath got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't roar even if he wanted to.

"The Princess Consort said to only let this slave tell the Heir Apparent that it is good news, and said the Heir Apparent will regret it if he doesn't go back." Having said this, upon seeing Qiao Qing sitting nearby, his eyes flashed.

Although there were a few clans surnamed Tang in the Northern Spiritual Realm, they were all third-rate powers. Aside from them, the only Tang Yan that Shen Conglong knew of was the one who had recently risen to fame in South Desolation City.

By now, which side was strong and which was weak was clear at a glance, and the fate of the East Thunder Kingdom was equally obvious. If Eastern Xiong truly still had a choice, he could either choose to compromise according to the terms mentioned in Qin Feiyang's letter, or let the army of the East Thunder Kingdom fight to the death.

Tang Yan trembled, losing consciousness several times from the excruciating pain, only to be jolted awake by the agony again. After repeating this cycle several times, his soul was finally refined into a ball of pure soul power, which was then infused into his flesh and blood.

Neither overly delicate nor lacking in masculinity, neither harsh nor rough, a single glance formed a natural painting. Within the painting, all the scenery served merely as embellishments to his brilliant corner.

Because just as he spoke, with a mere flick of his hand, three flashes of white light sped past. With a series of dull thuds, three men who had just walked out of the cave collapsed directly to the ground.

However, what on earth was the reason for Nangong Chen's inability to control himself and hurting people at times, and spitting blood at others?

Wei Wuji projected his consciousness, compelling his primordial spirit to step out. Wrapping his arms around his physical body, he dove into the tunnel.

True to its status as a special spiritual medicine unique to the imperial family, after taking it, Yizhengqi felt a warm, melting sensation spread throughout his body, bringing an indescribable comfort. Before long, he drifted off to sleep.

While observing the situation in the top and bottom lanes—he had planned to avoid the middle lane anyway, because just moments ago, the Orianna had been snuffed out once again, and it was a solo kill.

The Blind Monk dashed onto Zed, flicking out a Sonic Wave that flew straight toward the bush, wanting to try his luck and see if he could catch up to Master Yi.

This strange stone could emit light even at night. Once the Light King obtained this treasure, he ordered it to be transported back to the old castle and placed atop the mountain peak. It symbolized the revitalization of the Light Empire. Strangely enough, on the very day the Light King passed away, torrential rain poured down accompanied by thunder and lightning, and landslides occurred on many mountain peaks.

At that moment, people from the Yuantian Dynasty and the Xuanyan Dynasty霸iously charged into the various dynasties, striking without a word, and unleashing waves of powerful energy.

"Hey, An'an!" Sun Yu hadn't expected things to develop to this point, and he anxiously chased after her with an urgent expression.

Close at hand, Lin Feng immediately felt during the standoff that the intensity of the source energy fluctuating from the tiger-man opposite him was rising and falling wildly. This fluctuation was produced by the fierce clash between his instincts and the octopus-man's commands.

The two drove back, remaining silent all the way along the road, as if a romance had come to an end—speechless and facing one another, with only a thousand lines of tears.

After returning home and changing his clothes, Gao Huaiyuan went out once more. Circling around a few times, he entered Jia Qi's residence and immediately summoned Jia Qi to see him.

"We have indeed heard the rumors about the treasure," Fang舟 smiled as he asked. "Those are merely legends passed down by local people from generation to generation; there's no need to take them seriously."