Chapter 47 Meeting Feng Yuli Again

A childish, tender voice suddenly echoed through the hospital room, startling everyone present. All eyes turned toward Nan Yuanman, failing to notice the sudden, rigid stiffness that gripped Lin Chenyi's expression at the mention of the yellow-furred weasel.

The woman, who had been sobbing mournfully beside the hospital bed, lifted her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she glared at Nan Yuanman with a mix of annoyance and disgust, snapping, "It's you again!"

"Brother Lin, this child is utterly bizarre. Just now, while you were unconscious, she suddenly rushed in brandishing a copper coin sword, muttering incomprehensibly—"

Finally reaching its absolute limit of endurance, the skin of the snake monster split apart along its spine, and the massive serpent was severed almost into two, dead beyond any doubt.

As for the other heads of film and television production companies, they initially had not heard the conversation between Fatty Zhang and Dou Wei. However, urged on by Xu Jun's loud shouting, the crowd on the scene was instantly stirred into excitement.

Yet, no matter how many times Dou Wei turned his head over and over, he simply could not recall when or how he had ever offended this fellow.

Seeing that Kawana Mina showed no intention of attacking, Dongfang Yunyang understood her objective. Without a moment's hesitation, he immediately swung the Liuhuo in his hand toward Kawana Mina.

Consort Lichan, knowing that he worried about the lack of capable men in the imperial court, invited Yin Zhonghai to discuss matters. She arranged for him to perform brilliantly before the Emperor, while she put in a good word for him on this end. This would undoubtedly secure his meteoric rise to power and allow him to monopolize state affairs. Filled with boundless gratitude, Yin Zhonghai pledged lifelong allegiance to Consort Lichan, vowing to go through fire and water for her without the slightest hesitation.

"Reporting to Grandmaster Uncle, I have come under the orders of my master to seek you out," said the Star Sovereign Wuqu.

He only felt his body being lifted up, followed immediately by a surge of cold current sweeping through his entire frame. Amidst the chill, he clearly felt that the pain in his body had eased significantly. Though he still could not open his eyes, he heard the person holding him constantly calling his name—a familiar voice... yet for a moment, he could not place whose it was.

If the two-thousand-year brilliant history of Confucianism had left any profoundly useful experience for those in power, it was nothing other than the Way of Balance and the Art of Checks and Balances.

Piercing Jing's heart with a single blade, Dongfang Yunyang did not withdraw the weapon. Instead, he released his grip on the black sabre, summoned the void beside him with a wave of his hand, and materialized yet another black sabre out of thin air.

Typing out an ellipsis followed by three consecutive question marks, Luna sensed the other person's hesitation as if victory were within her grasp. Her fingers flew across the keyboard with wild excitement, completely unable to stop.

Min Xili pulled her hand away from his grasp, rolled her eyes, put on her slippers, and went off to wash up by herself.

Neither of the two vied for credit; their expressions remained calm, knowing deep down that the situation was bound to turn out this way. They were simply rejoicing over their safe return and dared not hope for anything more.

Luna interrupted Bu Yu's words, wearing a fierce, gnashing expression that made Bu Yu wonder if she would be KO'd in the very next second.

Their armed forces were hardly substantial across the entire northern region, and the harsh living conditions simply could not sustain such a large population, let alone allow for the cultivation of qualified warriors.

After finishing the meal, he went off to chat with Li Fu. For many matters, one still needed to rely on someone familiar with the ropes. Take Li Fu, for instance—despite his honest, simple steward's appearance, anyone capable of serving as a steward was never an ordinary person.

Wen Lan sensed that the situation was turning drastically for the worse, so she bolted out of the woodshed and raced toward the main house in the wake of Qingfeng.

Because the next King of the Asgardian Gods would be Thor, and due to limited innate talent, Thor could only ever become an ordinary cosmic powerhouse rather than a monstrous entity like Nagini.

There was a hint of shyness, a touch of urgency, and underlying it all, a faint, lingering anticipation. Even so, Shui Yao refused to yield an inch with her sharp tongue.

Reminded by Shui Yao, Tian Zhuangzhuang suddenly grasped the situation. After all, Ren Zhen's previous misdeeds had been instigated, to a greater or lesser degree, by Wang Mianmian, but whoever was truly rotten to the core needed to be thoroughly exposed and sorted out. He stepped forward and patted Ren Zhen's shoulder, a silent gesture of acceptance.

"Use fire!" For the Sand Shinobi of the Gobi Desert, apart from Wind Release practitioners, Fire Release practitioners were by far the most numerous.