159 Killing Two Birds with One Stone

Yu Sinan’s phone vibrated. She pulled it out to take a look and found that Yinuo had sent her a message.

"Your Majesty." Cheng Wuji approached Chen Xuan and bowed slightly. Chen Xuan slowly turned around. The young man who had grown up under his guidance was now the ruler of a nation, an upright and indomitable man. He had shed his childishness and innocence, transforming into a shrewd and resolute monarch of today.

Pang Bo spoke in a loud voice. Afterwards, after verifying each other's identities, he successfully replenished his water supply as he wished.

Rikkaidai had no intention of clashing head-on with Chiyo Yunchuan anymore; they were going to avoid him, adopting a strategy akin to Tian Ji's horse racing.

"Bo Xiao, thank you for coming to pick me up today." Su Nian tucked a few strands of hair blown by the wind behind her ear. Draped in white, she looked ethereal, pure, and clean.

Meanwhile, on the bed, the dying man mustered every last ounce of his spirit. Despite the chaos in his mind, he still struggled to concentrate.

Tang Wanjun’s long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her scrutinizing gaze seemed to doubt the truth of Xia Yuan's words.

Su Nian’s brows furrowed slightly as she entered her sea of consciousness. The moment she saw the system's distracted gaze, she knew what was going on.

To avoid causing excessive destruction and ruining the space here, he only used a tiny fraction of his invincible power. The moment he effortlessly annihilated the shadow, he reined it all in completely, making it look utterly unremarkable compared to the destruction that preceded it.

Just as Qiu Shou was agonizing over how to handle the current situation, someone walked in and disrupted his train of thought.

"What? The Ice Sacred Palace?" Xiao Yi's figure trembled violently, his eyes filled with intense shock.

"How can a cricket contest attract so many wealthy and powerful people?" Chen Ligang could not help but wear a puzzled expression.

Zi Qingtian's expression shifted slightly, not expecting this Chixiao to be so resilient and capable of surging upward instantly.

Similar voices were numerous, and none of them held back. After all, living lives of licking blood from the edge of a blade, they had no fear of offending people, let alone a mere ninth-rank martial disciple.

Ling Duoyu was naturally overjoyed as vast quantities of immortal stones poured into his accounts. In the future, a steady and endless stream of immortal stones would surely flow in.

"Want to let your young master go? Fine, bring one million spirit crystals as ransom. Can you produce that?" Ye Han looked at the kneeling Martial Venerable powerhouse and said coldly.

Ling Duoyu felt his heart leap wildly. What he cared about was not the refinement of puppets, but the comprehension of the primordial spirit realm. If he could copy all of it, hehe, reaching the Quasi-Saint level for himself would be just around the corner.

During the dance, the husband found his wife even more charming, and the wife found her husband even more handsome. Everyone was intoxicated by it, and this was precisely the thoughtful intention behind Dafydd's design of this segment: the family is the cornerstone of the city-state, and a secure family ensures a peaceful nation.

Yet now, his mood had turned unusually heavy. If Wang Long truly believed that he was the one pulling strings behind the scenes, the trouble would be massive.

After the meeting concluded, the elders did not disperse. They lingered in the venue, gathering in groups of twos and threes to chat. They were waiting here for news from the southern battlefield so they could make a prompt decision, which was why they even had their household servants bring lunch to the Senate at midday.

Without needing to look down, she knew the cause—the heavenly fire had already burned her skin and was even faintly burrowing into the flesh around her ankles.

An irresistible force bound the bodies of the three nobles in a single instant. Then, amidst expressions of utter astonishment, they were dragged along by that incomparably bizarre force, their bodies flying backward out of control.

Seeing the flustered expressions of the two, Duan Lingyun's cheeks tightened as well. He looked at them and asked, "What is it?" At that moment, Duan Lingyun's expression gradually grew cold and solemn.

"You haven't answered me yet!" Leng Yue gave Feng Qiye's chest a light punch. She was genuinely curious about why Shui Menghua had ended up like that.

"Then you're saying she would still publish articles about having a great relationship with her boyfriend? Wouldn't she lose all sympathy points that way?" Ji Dapeng disagreed with Gu Lian's previous judgment and asked strangely.

She had always doted on this son immensely, yet she never expected him to be humiliated and lectured like this now. To say the least, if such a matter got out, she would have no face left to move in noble circles.

Moreover, back then, the powerful bone demon experts of the colorful bone demon clan, just to be safe, had specially placed these hundreds of bone demon skulls inside this cave within the Blood Moon Valley.

Li Wuoxin withdrew her spiritual power and shifted her gaze away. The alluring light in the depths of her eyes dissipated. Looking at Yu Qi, who was limp on the ground and temporarily unconscious, she extended a trace of spiritual power to wake her up.

At the same time, a total of six people launched a fierce assault on the five people at the adjacent table. Caring nothing about whether someone was a young master or not, they treated everyone equally and smashed into them ruthlessly.

"Let's take this slowly. I just got back and originally wanted to go to the Youmeng Pavilion for a drink, but now the building is gone. What do you suggest I do?" Long Ming smiled at this moment.

To Gu Fan's slight surprise, Ming Hui, commander of the Vermilion Bird Division, and deputy commander Yan Longjun, along with four of their subordinate martial officers, had all actually shown up. This could be said to have given Duan Chunyi plenty of face.

Looking closely, he saw that the bald man's face was stark white. The bald man had been wholly focused on exchanging blows with Zhan Xiu and had momentarily been careless, completely unprepared for someone to launch a sneak attack. It hit him squarely in the face—it appeared to be a bag of powdery substance, perfectly blanketing him with a blooming peach blossom face.

"Brilliant strategy, Your Highness the Left Wing King." The bearded Jieyuan warrior among the Twelve Mastiffs of the Ice Plain nodded and said.

With that, a slight sigh was heard from the masked person on the high platform, followed by an aged voice asking, "How have you been, Second Young Master?" Upon finishing, he pulled off the mask from his head.

"Huh? These names all feel quite good and suit these weapons very well!" Hearing what Lin Hao said, a flash of bright light appeared in the old man's eyes as he excitedly slammed the table.

Rushing stride by stride to the door, several dark figures lunged forward rapidly. Before Zhang Jiaming could react, one of them delivered a swift, direct kick that knocked him flat, causing him to double over in agony, clutching his chest and groaning incessantly.

"That... that man was wearing a black robe and had disheveled hair, and on his... on his back were strapped two swords. As for his appearance, I really can't say for sure; his face was mostly hidden by his unkempt hair." As Ba Dao spoke, he coughed incessantly, a trace of crimson blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.