Chapter 42: Zulong: Little Seventeen, Is Acting as Regent Enjoyable?

Yue Miao took the divine carriage and, following Mo Fantian's instructions, extracted her inner core and infused it with spiritual energy. Sensing the spiritual energy, the divine carriage began to emit a golden glow, though it did not grow in size.

Meanwhile, Ling Chen kept a constant watch on Sun Huilin and these new developments. As Sun Huilin spoke, his movements slackened slightly, and his expression grew distant, as if he had plunged into a state of frenzy.

"You two sit first; I'll go check on the soup in the kitchen," she said, turning back toward the kitchen and leaving the two of them alone.

Murong Wei listened intently. She did not know what had inspired him, but at this moment, the lyrics matched the sentiment with absolute perfection. Expressing emotion through scenery and stirring feelings through objects—wasn't that how the ancients always did it?

Despite being bundled up in thick clothes, Mianmian was still somewhat startled. She pouted, on the verge of crying, but when she turned her head, she saw Zhai Mosheng leaning against the fabric sofa, holding a piece of paper as if he had fallen asleep.

Zixi felt warm liquid dripping onto her shoulder—was it his remorse, or his reluctance to part?

"Why do you trust me so much?" Chen Xiyao hesitated for a moment. Clearly, the bracelet from earlier could have directly pointed suspicion at her, yet Lin Yunqiao had still chosen to trust her.

Zixi roughly recounted the sequence of events, which gave them a clearer understanding of those who had smuggled themselves across the border.

Before her eyes, a series of unfamiliar yet hauntingly familiar scenes flashed continuously, like a strip of motion picture film.

The main thoroughfare led directly to the imperial palace, while the various branch routes connected to the manors of princes and official residences. Among them, a secret passage also ran through the Prince Zun Manor.

"You could easily have helped buy some time, so why not give Chen Fusheng even the slightest bit? What, were you planning to put a bullet through Chen Fusheng's head?" Li Fan glared at Hu Fei and demanded.

The surrounding exorcists stared wide-eyed at Zhang Wuren, their expressions filled with envy. One had to wonder what kind of status Mr. Chonghua held; for him to speak those words to Zhang Wuren was essentially an endorsement of his formidable strength.

The young woman nearby selecting silk flowers couldn't help glancing at Duanmu Dezhen. Noticing the veil she wore and the exquisite fabric of her garments, the girl let out a cold snort, put down the silk flower, and walked away.

He was going abroad for three years. Upon his return after three years, everything would be entirely different, and he would be able to provide Ye Cai with a better life.

"Aren't you a person from the future? Do you still use this kind of map? Shouldn't you be using those 3D holographic projections like in the movies?" "Liu Yaoqi" suddenly asked.

"Since you have come, I have no room for negotiation. Everyone who belongs to me will be killed by you," Boss Lin said in despair.

As the most talented scion of his generation, Charles had advanced to an advanced mage at a very young age, and the attention he commanded within his family was by no means negligible.

She guessed that he must have overheard something earlier, or perhaps he already knew about what happened at the charity gala tonight.

These one hundred and eight seats of gold and silver encircled a towering throne. Atop the throne, a ghost king draped in black robes sat upright, his piercing gaze locked upon the two phantoms sparring on the arena platform opposite him, his brows slightly knitted.

The palace was filled with spies and informants; he could never allow anyone to perceive his intentions, nor could he leave behind any weakness for others to exploit.

Regardless, the creature was a hanged ghost, come to claim her as a substitute and take her life. She couldn't afford to look down on it too much and hurt its self-esteem.

Fang Mu and his party had not brought any medicine for external injuries when they set out this time. Consequently, their journey was halting and slow, and it was not until the sun hung high in the middle of the sky that the group finally returned to Bao Manor.

"If you don't agree—what, is Su Jue the one enshrined in your heart?" Elder Xiang said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Thus it went: enthusiastic hosts met stubborn guests, awkward words were met with accommodating replies, worldly affairs shifted unpredictably, and parting gifts left lasting memories! If you wish to know what Teacher Li said, listen to the decomposition in the next chapter.

The reason he was pushing himself so hard now was simply to secure more time to spend with her in the future.

From Zheng Wushuang's perspective, Special Corporation's year-end funds were not yet at a dead end; after all, there was still a reserve of 300,000, which should pose no problem for getting through the Spring Festival. But what about after the holiday? Zheng Wushuang stole a glance at Yu Dayong, knowing he was lost in thought, and quietly followed along behind him.

Using the slogan "promoting human evolution"—treating teenagers as experimental subjects to improve Gaia Memories and viewing Futo as their personal kingdom.

Yet, compared to the true treasures of the heavenly realms, this item was originally nothing out of the ordinary. When the Heavenly Pillars were first forged, a Supreme Deity had merely scattered species at random simply to banish the barren whiteness of the realm, creating a mere weed. Only thanks to the nourishment of the Heavenly Pillar's spiritual aura did it barely manage to rank among immortal flora.

"Let's set aside whether he is genuinely concerned for impoverished commoners for a moment; purely from the perspective of bandit suppression, there is profound learning embedded within this," Old Master Wang said.

"Ruotong! Are you there?" Xiao Menglou's first reaction was to pull down his microphone and ask anxiously.

"We have no choice; turning back means hell, and paradise exists only behind enemy lines... Only by shattering the enemy's blockade and destroying their space mothership can Earth continue to exist," Xiao Weiyuan told his soldiers.

A turning point? Jin Rui sneered. Peng Hao cherished Peng Mo so dearly; now that he saw Peng Mo being bullied right at the threshold of his own estate, would he simply let it rest? He was only reined in because the Emperor had dispatched him to Shuangxia Town; had he remained in the capital, how could he possibly have let the matter drop so quietly?

"Bang!" With a deafening crash, the wooden table kicked out by Wang Xuanlong was shattered into countless splintered pieces by Wu Xing's single punch, sending wood fragments flying in all directions. The moment he smashed the table, Wu Xing's body lunged toward Wang Xuanlong, a five-colored radiance suddenly flashing across his frame.

"Damn rustic bumpkin! Damn driver! Once I'm done dealing with Li Ruoxi, you'll be the very first person I settle scores with!" Wei Wuji roared in furious curses.

Amidst a dull thud, the fiery fox was sent spinning three times in midair by Chen Yi's punch before crashing to the ground. It was evident that one of its legs was crippled, and it lay on the earth whimpering incessantly.