Meeting

Rain had begun to pour over Hang City during the night, and by morning, it had not lessened in the slightest. The sky outside was so dark that it resembled dusk, with thunder rumbling now and then. The little dragon seemed to enjoy such weather. Not long ago, Ji Ningzhao had made him a small wooden perch that could be attached to the window. Whenever Ji Ningzhao rested, he would coil himself on it and play.

Upon hearing Ji Ningzhao coming down the stairs, the little dragon, who had been pressed against the window peering out at something, immediately darted toward her.

Li Qing had not anticipated that his words would cause trouble; to his surprise, Liv ignored him from then on, not even sparing him a glance.

With Zhou Yang’s current abilities, he could already fly. To be honest, before he could fly, he yearned for it, but after mastering the skill, he found it much the same as before.

The next day at court, the emperor, as usual, did not attend, and the session was presided over by Guo Yong. Upon Fan Jin’s suggestion, the court agreed that the Huo family deserved to be honored, and Jia Zheng and Dong Qi immediately voiced their support.

Gao Lanting was dressed in her military uniform, a belt cinched at her waist, which accentuated her slender figure and graceful posture. Coupled with her striking looks, she drew many admiring glances from passing students along the way.

Hua Rong watched helplessly as several of his sturdy soldiers fended off the broadswords of the Liangshan troops, only to be unable to withstand the long spears that followed immediately, sometimes thrusting at them all at once.

Yang Mu understood that the solution to this problem was to expose the prince to all kinds of people and all kinds of dogs.

“Alas, my skills are lacking. Let me leave this to you two,” said Daoist Ironbone, shaking his head as he walked away.

His eyes lit up at once. Regardless of being recognized by Ah Sang, he went to check on the other children, and as expected, all the pastries in their hands were Han-style treats.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled sheepishly, washed his hands by the river, wiped them on his clothes, and boarded the carriage with Liu Yan.

Then it seemed to realize something and, wagging its tail, began to bark softly, gazing at Yang Mu with an expression full of admiration.

After her disbelief faded, she withdrew her hand from Mu Cheng’s grasp with evident wariness. Once free, she stepped out of bed and began searching for something akin to a mirror.

If you want to watch, then go ahead, Jiang You thought, tidied himself up, and set off for the film set with Zhang Biao. As for writing, witnessing history was far more important than typing words.

With this in mind, Mei Mei began to reinforce her spatial prison, making it more stable than before.

Xia Xingyu thought of nothing else. Leaping onto his horse, he struck out with several palms in quick succession, knocking away all the fireballs.

By now, he had long earned enough for a house and residency. Two months prior, he had invested in property in the Tianzhu district of Shunyi, in the capital, securing registration for his entire family.

“So, how could your brother possibly lose to those people? Isn’t that right, Xia Xia?” Jiang You urged gently.

“Surrounded by dozens of my champions! Su Yu can die content! Hahaha!” At this moment, the Bloodscale King laughed wildly toward the sky.

Guard your stronghold well, expand it, keep fighting—at last, they had survived the city’s month-long territory planning period.

Producers demand money from distributors, workers from subcontractors, subcontractors from the boss—is there anyone who ever gets their money easily?

The scenes at Tea Mountain Bamboo Sea would be shot first, featuring Hua Zai, Zhang Ziyi, Song Dandan, and others. During this period, Chen Xin had a one-week break.

“Where have you been these past days?” Ah Xiang asked, displeased. He had searched for Xian’er several times but could never find her, as if she had vanished from the earth.

It turned out that the set of flying needles Feng Yufei had just sent out were all strung on a single red thread. Once she hit her target, a twist of the wrist could easily drag the fish toward her.

At this moment, Gao Zhan was also looking at Ziling with excitement. Her strength was the greatest he had ever seen. He knew all too well the power of Hua Wuying; even with his current demigod abilities, if he were to clash with Hua Wuying, he might be able to exchange a single blow, but after that, his divine power would be completely depleted.