Chapter 50: A Chance Encounter with Mother Liu

Wang Hou felt a surge of emotions in his chest. Remembering that their purpose here was to investigate the poisoning and murder of the members of the Tea-Horse Caravan, and connecting it to what Physician Zhao had said—that in the half year he had spent among the High Mountain Snow Tribe, he had formulated several antidotes, but every time President Pan took them out for testing, they failed—he went ahead and shared everything he knew.

Fearing her father’s reprimand, Tang Wanlian dared not stay long, and hurriedly left on the third day with her wet nurse.

This time, although the boundless sea of blood was fraught with danger at every step, strangely enough, her heart remained utterly calm, as if she had walked this path thousands of times before.

I saw the Kitchen God leap down from the stove ledge, slowly walk towards me, and stare fixedly into my eyes from time to time. When he was still half a meter away from me, I thought this old fellow was going to say something to me. Who would have thought that this shameless old man would suddenly lunge forward, grab a plate of offerings, leap onto the wall, and vanish! It turned out this old fellow had played a trick on me.

Seeing that Chen Xiong had escaped once again, Wang Hou had hoped to glean some information from Cult Master Yang, but seeing how things stood, he said no more, took Qiao Lin by the arm, and followed them out.

Zhou Jian’s death was now unavoidable, and precisely because of that, Zhou Jian couldn't be bothered to run anymore. Although this man was only in his early thirties, with death now staring him in the face, could this barely be considered a lifetime?

He suddenly jolted awake from his dream, his limbs twitching violently all at once, and then he sat straight up, crashing head-first into Jiang Xuejuan, who had just leaned over.

Chi Yaorao sat quietly to one side, holding back her laughter with great consideration, though deep down inside she was already convulsing with amusement.

However, good times never last. Ge Ming, who had grown up alongside her, also harbored feelings for her. For the sake of her family, she resolutely chose to marry into the imperial family, even though this decision would plunge her into a state of eternal damnation in the future.

Every death was a harvest, every death was an act of repentance; the baleful energy, resentment, and karmic retribution upon his body finally began to slowly dissipate.

"Heh, I never took you for such a clever girl." The words spoken by the silver-haired man sounded like a compliment, yet they made Yu Weilian’s skin crawl slightly, leaving her with the strong impression that this silver-haired man was someone not to be trifled with.

Shangguan Fei’s eyes were dark and gloomy, a few gold-like fine threads entangling his pupils. The tendons on his hands bulged slightly as he clenched his fists, and magic power began to gather at his fingertips.

One must know that although hairspray and insecticide are both aerosols, the effects of what they spray out are worlds apart.

Take the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, for instance. It requires the four Immortal-Slaying Swords along with the formation diagram, and must be personally presided over by the Master of Heaven to unleash its tremendous power. It cannot be broken unless four sages arrive together.

In truth, Song Ningyao and Bei Muxun had easily found the Cold Flame Grass back then under the guidance of the Wolf King. When Song Ningyao cradled the Cold Flame Grass in both hands, she even felt as though it were somewhat surreal.

While this explanation was plausible, Li Zhuang’s doubts were not entirely allayed. The atmosphere in the farmstead grew tense and forbidding, and no matter what, he simply could not relax. Leaving aside any bandits, what if Zhu Da decided to make a move? Li Zhuang even entertained the thought that Zhu Da might murder him for his wealth; after all, the two sides had not known each other for long, and true trust had yet to be established.

Of course, he also knew he was being over-the-top. No matter how formidable Jiangkui was, he was still just a human being, and he certainly wasn't capable of Sun Wukong’s soul leaving his body—it was just that his own conscience was too guilty.

"When has Daddy ever lied to you? However, if you want to thank someone, you should still thank the Master... Uh, where is the Master?" Su Yuan was just about to point toward his side when he realized that Fang Zheng was gone.

The two of them slept together again that night. The first time was awkward, but the second time made them familiar. Once something becomes a habit, it lacks the awkwardness of the past. Moreover, finding themselves in this incomprehensible world only made their passion grow increasingly intense.

And as for her, she was thoroughly unfortunate. Her grandmother and father had lost their former affection for her, and the harder she studied, the worse she performed.

She originally had no intention of eavesdropping on whatever they were discussing, only that she heard them seemingly mention Hua Duo'er's name.

"What's wrong? I can see that your expression doesn't look too good." Seeing Chen Feiyu come to find him, Xu Yilan asked him what was the matter, noting that his expression seemed quite furious.

Han Yiqian’s hand gripping the sword was trembling incessantly. Suddenly, she soared into the air, the tip of her sword thrusting straight toward Han Yue’s face.

The area of this house was exceptionally large, visually estimating it to be over two hundred square meters. It featured the currently popular light luxury style, with home furnishings that looked both minimalist and magnificent.

Because Hua Duo'er and Yuan Peilin were completely open and aboveboard with each other, he interacted with her casually, never imagining that others would suspect there was anything between them.

This hotel was by no means ordinarily expensive. He felt that the meal just now must have cost at least several hundred thousand. Only super-rich people like Young Master and Song Jiayi wouldn't take such a sum to heart. Even though he currently still had over ten million, he wouldn't be so extravagant.

Adhering to the belief that if you love someone, you should say it boldly, she actually didn't mind Du Ziqing acting this way at all. However, she was still somewhat shy and kept trying to push Du Ziqing away.

Su Qing’s forehead slammed into the backrest of the front seat, leaving her feeling a bit dizzy, but fortunately the backrest was soft, and her mind remained clear.

The Empress had not been worried before, but after observing the pattern of interaction between Helan Ji and the Emperor, the more she knew, the more anxious she became. In the end, to be safe, she directly placed Helan Ji on her list of people who must be eliminated.

Endowed with genuine Ancient Tomb Sect martial arts, the fairy-like sister could sleep on a rope all night without falling off.

While controlling the Berserker to sprint away from the wall, Ye Che kept his gaze fixed on the partition wall. At that moment, his eyes seemed almost ablaze, and a storm of thoughts instantly erupted in his mind.