Chapter 29

"Will I be able to see my mother?" Though his grandmother loved him dearly, he longed to be cherished by a mother just like the other children, who often taunted him for being motherless.

"After so many years of marriage, talking about love feels exhausting. We’ve lost the sense of what love even is. Sometimes, it just feels like we’re relatives sharing a household, and the topic of romance no longer stirs any passion. Perhaps you cannot understand how I feel—tired, wanting to escape, yet having nowhere to go." Qin Sihao spoke of marriage with a sense of dejection.

What is such a handsome man doing, driving a luxury car to this place and peering into every single shop?

The others who had failed the trial glanced indifferently at the light trail left by Ling Yao as she departed, then looked away. Each of them possessed cultivation at the Semi-Saint level; though thousands of greedy eyes in the forest below were fixed upon them, no one dared to truly step forward and make a move.

Han Qianyou’s eyes narrowed, and he understood what that was. Transparent flames surged from the darkness of the void, rushing forth like an encroaching sea.

Yun Fan and the others instinctively looked back, only to see an elegant figure riding a sword toward them, exuding an indescribable air of grace and ease.

"Dystocia? That is a possibility. Xin'er, take the toolkit, let’s go and have a look together!" Liyue instructed.

The gap between their strengths was as vast as heaven and earth. Even if Han Long risked his life, he would be no match for Han Yi, not to mention that this was merely a friendly spar.

Lu Yan recounted the events to them. He had only said one thing to the Manor Lord, and he had no idea what the Manor Lord and the middle-aged man had discussed inside the room afterward.

After getting drunk, Zhu Bajie picked up the pornographic actress and headed toward one of the wooden cabins built by Sun Wukong, choosing one at random. He didn't even care when his pants fell down on the way.

After all, in the tens of thousands of years he had served as the Underworld General Hals, he had committed his fair share of tyranny. If… if… he dared not think any further.

But just as he attempted to teleport, he felt as if he had collided with something incredibly solid, being violently repelled backward.

It turned out that the guy had grown smarter; realizing that Han Xueyi could pinpoint his location through sound, he deliberately created noise to disrupt her hearing. The fact that he was able to knock Han Xueyi away now was proof that his scheme had succeeded.

By the time forty-nine items had been auctioned, the five hundred million crystals were mostly depleted, with only thirty million remaining.

The golden python raised its head, flicking its long tongue, forcing many of the surrounding students to instinctively take several steps back, keeping a safe distance.

Wang Hao, his body suffused with a faint trace of system energy, burrowed under the covers. He searched for about a quarter of an hour, but still could not find Ling Wei’s system particles.

Including the named vassal kings and the sons of the ninth Sui Emperor, Yang Guang, there were eighteen princes who had established their own power factions. This figure excluded the Sixth Prince, who had not been enfeoffed as a king, as well as the underage sons of Emperor Yang Guang.

"Good, you have guts. If you want to surpass your predecessors, you need to have real substance. If you are too greedy, you might just get swept away by the tide." Zhuge Longxing’s eyes brightened, and he said with an amused smile as he sat down and gave Chen Langya a thumbs-up.

Qu Fang sighed helplessly and was about to agree when everyone suddenly heard the rapid sound of hooves outside, wave after wave, growing louder and louder. Judging by the sound, they were heading directly toward their location.

"It’s not about love or lack thereof, but one should cherish what they have. For the sake of a momentary impulse, destroying what you hold most dear in your heart will only leave you with regrets. Get some rest early; I must return now." Qin Feng pried open Yu Feihong’s fingers and reached out to tap her sleep acupoint.

An Nashahua quickly caught up to Chen Langya, her white jade sword meeting his. In the clash of blades, even though Chen Langya was already severely wounded, he did not retreat an inch. Instead, the Xuanyuan Sword hummed, and in a sudden burst of power, it actually severed the ancestral treasure sword of Atlantis held by An Nashahua.

Sensing an "invasion," the clouds immediately began to churn, pouring fatal bolts of lightning and magical power onto Lily without reservation. The thunder roared like an angry beast, exploding continuously in her ears, demanding she leave or face death.

With the flow of water failing to provide safety, the five rock behemoths crashed into the armored catapults with even greater recklessness. Before long, one of the armored catapults shattered with a loud crack, losing its utility and turning into a pile of scrap wood.

Before the Battle of Changsha, the Japanese army had been on the side of the Xinqiang River. Now, though the battle had been underway for only ten days, the Japanese army had not only failed to defeat the Nationalist forces but had been forced back by them. Fortunately, there was the Xinqiang River; otherwise, the Japanese would have been driven back to Guxing.

Li Bangfan even harbored the thought of rooting out that damned "Rooster." Having an enemy mole inside was like a thorn in his side, a splinter in his eye; if it were not removed, he would never have peace of mind.

The old monk was Master Muping, and beside him was Feng Biwei, who had been in seclusion. This time, her study of the exotic essence blood had kept her in seclusion at Shengyuan Temple. Now, Feng Biwei did not cover her face; her youthful appearance as she sat beside Master Muping naturally gave rise to endless speculation.

The Heavenly Emperor remained silent, looking her up and down as if weighing whether her words were true or false.

After the two left, Wen Cuilong helped Wen Hongyue, who had fallen to the ground, back to her feet. Despite Wen Hongyue’s door-like, sturdy build, she was lifted with ease.

To many, this was simply inconceivable! To be without power—was that not the same as being a waste?

The vines shimmered with a dark, sinister light; these things carried soul-based attacks, and if one were lashed by them, it would certainly be agonizing.