Volume 1, Chapter 21: She Had Long Since Lost Her Dignity

On the surrounding hilltops, a large group of assassins dressed in black, either half-visible or fully exposed, each held massive curved bows aimed directly at them.

It was the mistress herself—she had actually come. Indeed, whenever it concerned her brother, she never failed to pay close attention. Hmph, how did she know he had arrived? Had she planted a spy on him?

For some reason, the Eighth Consort secretly felt pleased about this. Perhaps it was because she had never experienced fairness in all these years, and now she truly understood what it meant to be respected. The emperor’s impartial treatment of all the princes was, after all, a form of respect.

Nian Nian struggled to get down, but her eyes never left Qu Qianxi from the moment she saw him.

Now, as summer was about to pass through the eighth tribulation, the thunder’s power of this tribulation was equally fierce—clearly a remnant not entirely diminished from the ninth.

After eating her fill, perhaps due to the medicine she took, she began to feel drowsy again and climbed into bed to sleep.

However, at this moment, looking at the second madam’s awkward expression, Bing Qing suddenly felt a strange sensation.

During the lunch rush, Old Wang’s family and two assistants were busy running around, and no one paid much attention to her.

Having been in the master’s program for almost half a year, Professor Amodin had assigned more research tasks. I spent more time in the lab than before, and my relationship with Singh grew increasingly harmonious. I had never imagined I could become good friends with an Indian.

That night, she studied the paintings for a long time, only putting them away after midnight before going to sleep.

At this moment, although the deputy commander said little, the excitement on his face was evident to all.

The story was changed to show the apprentice failing but, with the master's help, overcoming injury to return to the ring and claim victory, thus increasing the apprentice's role; the rest remained largely the same.

Surrounding them were low earthen hills, lush with greenery, and a milky white morning mist weaving among the treetops.

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Master Qian, Master Sun, and Master Li hurried over together after learning that Zhao Chengfeng had intercepted Zhang Lingfeng.

Feeling the suddenly hostile gazes falling upon her, Su Yuan clenched her palm tightly, staring hatefully at the person before her.

That day, five people arrived at an ancient city only to find the atmosphere unusually tense. Recently, a mysterious force called the Blood Shadow Sect had been wreaking havoc in the city. Ruthless and evil in their deeds, the townsfolk dared not speak out despite their anger.

After finishing, the group went to the regiment headquarters, found their seats, and sat quietly.

"Those imprisoned there are important criminals, but their health is poor. I went in to help them recuperate," Ma Fei explained with a smile. He didn’t want to reveal too many details about the capital’s affairs, fearing it would only make Wang Ruoqing more anxious.

Dapeng observed carefully and found Zhang Qianjun’s words natural and sincere, not a fabrication, which warmed his heart considerably.

But just then, a chilling sound emanated from Zhang Lingfeng’s blade technique, sending shivers down one’s spine.

Although Crown KTV was no longer as grand as before, its luxurious decor, quality service, and pleasant environment still made it one of the most popular KTVs in the southern district.

Yi Xiaoyao was well aware of their intentions. This temporary collaboration meant no one truly considered the other as one of their own; everyone tacitly understood this.

Though reluctant, Su Ziling thought about her sister’s mediocre skills and, for her own safety, closed the door and stepped out.

"So, what do you suggest we do?" Feng Ji and the others nodded, ready to hear her opinion.

"By the way, what about the evil points? Speaking of which, Number Nine, how many evil points do I have now? Have I leveled up?" Qin Yi asked curiously.

Perhaps this was life—not always smooth, but made sweet by the warmth within it.

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When Feng Wuhen entered, the first thing Xiao Fangqing noticed was his dark gaze. She immediately stopped attacking and stared blankly at him. At that moment, a pair of ancient hands reached out—Master Mo Tian timely pulled her back.

"Alright, let them take a taxi themselves; I’m too lazy to rush over," Zhou Zixuan remarked.

Thinking it over, only such a reason could explain it. Whether it was true or not would have to wait for Shiyin’s further explanation.

A middle-aged man in white, watering flowers and plants before him, suddenly stopped, as if sensing something.

"Yes, if the other party’s dish portions were too small, the plates would automatically add more food, ensuring all portions were equal," Elder Five explained.

So if they could find Eve last month, they could have simply had Shang Yuan destroy his chin.

While a few whispered among themselves, the battle between Xiao Yan and Nalan Yanran entered a fierce climax, both revealing their trump cards.

"Hey, don’t be too much. If you keep staring at us, I’m going to get angry." Since that morning’s incident, they hadn’t stopped watching us, even until noon the next day. I know we stand out now, but don’t you get tired? I’m the one who’s tired.

After the white snake tussle, Jiang Yu, trained by Wang Lian, effortlessly trapped his wrist. Applying slight pressure, a bone-cracking sound rang out. The crippled man wailed and half-kneeling on the ground.

My name is Morlin, a mage specializing in spatial magic. Fifteen years ago, I was born with the mark of a diviner, and later became an orphan. I was taken in by the leader of the diviners and became one of them.

Shen Lang was too lazy to explain and began clearing the dishes to leave. Such scams were novel in 2002, but in later times, they were worn-out tricks.