The outcome came as no surprise.

The Earth Store Blade still failed to wound Yun Wushuang in the slightest.

To be precise, it still failed to touch even a hair on her body.

If one insisted on finding a difference, it was at most that the force was somewhat fiercer than before—that and nothing more.

Given the gulf in strength between them, that bit of force was entirely negligible.

Wei Zhao remained unmoved, wholly absorbed, and continued to slash with all his might.

With yellow tufts of hair atop its head, its eyes fixed straight upon Shen Suhe, it flickered once and in an instant appeared upon the city wall.

In truth, Su Li's grilling skills were utterly pitiful—the roasted thighs tasted not the least bit good. But it did not matter; the present Su Li was a man who could swallow even a stainless steel dinner plate without changing expression. What were a mere two charred thighs to him?

Hearing the barking from within the walls, Li Chengqian wasted no time in deliberation—he grabbed Xiyu and ran. If they were caught as peach thieves, they would be branded flower pluckers.

In her childhood, her mother had once brought her to the foot of Mount Jiuling, but she had never once set foot past its gate.

The youth who had just moments ago felt sorry for Wen Fengxu suddenly wanted to cry—he felt that he himself was the more pitiable one.

An unfamiliar voice drifted over without warning; Leng Che instinctively looked up, while Leng Xiu remained indifferent.

Tianbao and the family members had noticed the commotion over here earlier, but they had all remained mere onlookers, lifting no hand to intervene.

"How could you know these things? Those old records and relics are all sealed away in the Censorate—how do you know of them?" Li Yan pressed sharply.

Amid those repeated groans of vexation, Li Chengqian "peacefully" fell asleep—a sleep so deep one might say the heavens dimmed and the earth went dark, the seas dried and the stones rotted away.

There had originally been five or six people with raised hands; hearing the chairman say this, and sensing the ill temper in his tone, they could not help but lower their hands.

At the foot of the cliff, four figures in black combat uniforms were carrying Liu Changfeng's agarwood couch along the road. Growing tired from the walk, they decided to stop and rest a while, and one of them went into the woods to relieve himself.

When Ruochen called, I was sitting on the overpass in a daze; my mind had been thrown into chaos by what had just happened, and I could no longer calm myself enough to use the compass to find anyone. I could only wait for the snow-filled night to descend and punish me.

"What goes on in that head of yours all day? Sit down and take your time looking—I'm going downstairs to eat a bit more." Wan Zihong lied through her teeth; it was hardly that she had not eaten her fill—she was simply afraid司徒 Xuan would let his beastly urges run wild.

Of the two burly white men at the lead, the shorter one first deliberately let out a shout in a voice loud enough for even a deaf man to hear.

"Hmph! If you want me to listen, then I won't listen—who knows whether he's just making wild claims to put on airs?" The man snorted, his face flushed and neck thick with blood, then turned and left.

And now, she already had someone she cared about; she treasured every minute and second she spent with Mo Li, always hoping the two of them could remain forever as they were now—at the very least, without quarrels, without misunderstandings, and above all without estrangement.

"Where's Rui'er? You two must be hungry—please, eat." Ian, his face full of simple smiles, called Ivan over to join the breakfast as well.

"Take it away! One more word and you go back at once!" The young man was furious, pushed beyond all endurance. The white-robed figure on the other horse smiled and waved his fan. Even His Majesty the King can do nothing with her—you had best pray for yourself.

Li Muye saw that this giant had the nature of a dog—the sort of simple, straightforward temper that cannot hold two ounces of lard without it spilling out. He deliberately meant to provoke him, and so did not even glance his way.

"Senior Brother Feng, there is no need to persuade me—I shall handle my own affairs. It is growing late, and I wish to rest. Please make yourself at home." Nan Shixing, somewhat displeased, issued his order for the guest to leave.

Hearing Wanyao's words, Ye Hua at last reluctantly tore his gaze from Hua Xuanji. His heart felt as though countless needles were being driven back and forth through it; seeing how Hua Xuanji had just shied away from him, Ye Hua helplessly pressed his lips together.