Chapter 47 Adjustment

Unfortunately, because Nebula's weakness was caused by the side effects of magic and potions, the Blessing Holy Bell cast by Xiso did not yield ideal results; it merely restored a tiny fraction of Nebula's mental energy.

Hearing Tang Zhou's words, Li Shimin's brows furrowed slightly: "What did you say? You want me to pay?" Li Shimin was extremely surprised. Tang Zhou was so bold that he actually dared to ask him to pay.

Although he knew that Li Shimin had a broad mind and would not punish him over a bowl of noodles, Tang Zhou felt it was best to avoid imperial customs as much as possible. If the food eaten by the emperor were also shared with these ministers, would Li Shimin's sense of superiority still exist?

He could not fully empathize with Princess Danyang's feelings at that time, but he understood that those feelings were far from pleasant.

The Red Cloud Daoist possessed the transcendent air of an immortal, Holy Mother Yuanjun exuded universal compassion, and the Sorrowful World Daoist radiated monstrous demonic energy; the three distinct auras stood sharply apart from one another.

After saying this, he had Sun Simiao remove the silver needles, picked up a basket of strawberries, and headed back to the manor. Wei Chi sat quietly in the shade of a tree, saying nothing, merely lost in thought. Sun Simiao patted Wei Chi on the shoulder, knowing that what he needed right now was contemplation, and returned to the front hall.

Shen Biao was startled and hurriedly rushed out with several elders to hunt down the "spy." As for what kind of spy they were supposed to be catching, they were completely clueless.

Suffering the backlash of this formidable power, everyone felt their blood and vital energy churning, and a few with lower cultivation levels were directly rattled to the point of vomiting blood.

The higher-ups all breathed sighs of relief; it was wonderful that they didn't have to participate in reopening the old mine vein. They couldn't help but admire this garrison elder—although he was excessively greedy, at a truly critical moment, he still possessed a measure of backbone.

Qi Xuanyi abruptly withdrew his long sword, and that thunder-imbued sword of the firmament instantly pierced into his shoulder, yet it failed to pierce his flesh. A collision of white light was visible all around Qi Xuanyi; although the blood at the corner of his mouth grew heavier, Qi Xuanyi did not waver in the slightest. Bi Jiuxiao exerted his force, and a formidable surge of power instantly came slamming toward Qi Xuanyi's chest.

As she spoke, she reached into her bosom, pulled out a silver coin, and tossed it toward Chang Qingyun.

Busy soothing the child all through the night, who fussed and cried repeatedly, she finally fell asleep around three or four in the morning.

Zhou Ran did the cooking, Zhang Shi and Chen Shi assisted, and Li Shi tended the fire. With two stoves operating simultaneously, the meals were all prepared in just over half an hour.

The proprietress placed a hot pot in the center of the dining table, and the man behind her successively placed items around the rim of the table, including thinly sliced beef, seasonal vegetables, and some pre-made meatballs and fishballs, finally setting down two bottles of beer and two cans of cola.

Wang De calmly bowed and backed out of the Liangyi Hall, but inwardly he felt a certain degree of surprise. After all, personally being tested by Emperor Li Er himself was treatment usually reserved for legitimate sons, such as the Crown Prince, the Prince of Yue, and the Prince of Jin, who was raised right by his side.

"Since you said this consort is the master of the harem, then when matters arise, you should not report them to the Emperor first and cause him distress."

"I don't know how to diagnose illnesses, but I might have a way to cure them. Not yet, though; I'm missing one thing," Bai Li replied.

Unfortunately, in this era, there were no instruments capable of analyzing blood components; otherwise, a single test would reveal the truth.

Although the distance between the person firing the gun and the person being shot at was probably only five or six meters, in the rush, coupled with the fact that the shooter was a novice, this shot still missed everything, merely giving Kotaro Taniguchi a good scare.

Lan Yuyang suddenly recalled Zhao Bingnan saying that he had two sworn enemies: one was Chang Yuanming, and the other was Ning Haibing.

As soon as she stepped out of the living room, Tang Youyou saw a sapphire-blue coupe parked nearby, its color striking and breathtaking.

"What are you all doing?" Tan Zhenjiang, who was walking toward the office, paused and immediately rebuked.

"I don't mind, really. After all, a dog is just a dog. Am I supposed to bark back just because it barks at me?" Song Xiangsi smiled faintly, her smile very light, which made her face appear even more flawlessly white, rendering her all the more beautiful and moving.

Ye Huan had toiled hard for a long time, pillaging everywhere, yet he had only managed to grab a dozen or so wing-stones.

This winter vacation, unlike the previous year when he rushed to City G the moment vacation started, Fu Jinting stayed in the capital to busy himself with official business, planning to return to City G just before the New Year.

The young man's family also wielded some influence, so naturally they could not let the matter rest. As a wind-attribute Awakened, if she didn't want to spend her life as a fugitive, joining the Special Affairs Division became her only way out, and only under the auspices of the Special Affairs Division could her life be protected.

Hearing this, Ningjing's face turned beet red all over again. Why was Chen Feng answering so directly when others had phrased it with such subtlety?

Looking at this bathroom, which was even more spacious than her own bedroom, she finally understood what true wealth meant.

There were indeed signs of a struggle in the bath, as well as a layer of barrier, but the aura of the dead bone puppet was nowhere to be found.

Zhao Qichen looked at his solemn expression, thought for a moment that it was indeed time for a talk, glanced sideways at Lin Qiuquan, who was helping Aunt Chu clear away the bowls and chopsticks, and smiled softly.

"I wouldn't dare claim it's a profound insight, but at least exposing your ugly face is no problem." Lin Han's gaze flashed with coldness, his tone icy as he spoke.

Hearing her urging, Lin Qiuquan's frown deepened. Her mouth opened and closed as if she were about to speak right away, yet she always stalled at some fork in the road of her memory.

Ever since that incident, Yang Jing had become very quiet, hardly speaking at all. Sometimes days would pass without a single word. Today was rather special; she walked toward Mengyun.

Yan Chuluo shot a cold gaze laden with blades directly across the room, but upon catching sight of a seemingly familiar face, she could not help but freeze in surprise.

That day, Liu Tianqing took a very long time to come upstairs. Ye Li hid in his room for ages, and hearing no sound, prepared to step out and take a look. Just then, the elevator dinged and its doors slid open. He stepped out extremely slowly, every stride seeming to endure some kind of agony.

I must admit that Yan Chuluo genuinely agreed with Liu Shuo's words. Raising her head, Yan Chuluo inadvertently glanced out the window, only to discover with surprise that the route they were taking had long since deviated from the navigation system's guidance.

But setting a fire and committing murder? Why did I think of Song Lingjian? However, in my impression, she never wore purple and even seemed to detest purple intensely—how could it possibly be her?

Thinking this, Qin Lang felt much more relaxed, and drowsiness crept over him, yet unexpectedly, Ye Li suddenly struggled free from his embrace.

Ye Buyu looked at Yan Dong with a mischievous grin, wearing an expression that said "I understand." He hadn't expected Yan Dong to have such a gossipy side to him; truly, you can know a person's face but not their heart.