Chapter 56: Black One Hundred

"Who on earth are you? Why did you capture us?" Wu Siguo looked at the effeminate man before him with anger.

A love so deep is indestructible, an affection so fierce treats death as returning home. In the next life, we shall rewrite the historical chapters and join hands with you once again.

The matrons waiting and serving outside the banquet hall suddenly heard this commotion. A few nimble-footed ones hurriedly trotted over to take a look.

He looked quietly at her clothes, his heart filled with desolate sorrow. Without her, was his body still important? Who else would care? For whose sake was he even preserving himself?

Within this vast and luxurious room, beneath the brocade silk curtains, an atmosphere of despair rapidly engulfed her.

After finishing their purchases, seeing that there were no other entertaining sights in this town, they prepared to return to the inn.

"There is another one here, hurry up and find a place to hide." With Mika's order, they ducked behind a giant boulder.

Jiang Tao was merely a second-generation privileged heir who only knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong. He certainly did not want to have his hands broken, so for the sake of his own safety, he had no choice but to lower his head and concede. Compared to his life, everything else was utterly insignificant.

"You guys go on in first. I'll park the car and then join you," Xiao Chen said softly, then drove toward a parking space not far away.

Actually, the physical injuries from a beating would heal in a few days, but the name bestowed upon her by the Noble Consort would be a stigma she could never wash away for the rest of her life.

"Very well. Once the Eye of the Moon plan is realized, I will help you resurrect Madara." Obito patted Zetsu's shoulder, a ferocious grin hidden beneath his mask. He had no intention of using the Samsara Tensei Technique to resurrect Madara; in fact, he wouldn't feel at ease unless he had complete control over Madara.

If an ordinary person knew the national martial art of Wing Chun, they probably would have boasted about it endlessly. This just showed how modest Zhao Qian usually was, living up to his very name.

The Demonic Honored One Chonglou headed toward Yuzhou, when suddenly a figure in deep blue Taoist robes blocked his path.

There were still many tourists from China visiting Monte Cristo, so finding a few fans was naturally not difficult.

Wei Yilin said a great deal. Of course, these were merely excuses, because he wasn't certain whether the destiny could still be entirely transferred to himself if others helped.

"Alright, academic prodigies, you may leave." Chief Director Lu Hao picked up a loudspeaker and uttered a sentence that left everyone stunned.

When Ye Chen saw that the spiritual roots of both of them had transformed into two-star immortal spirit bodies, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

No matter how fiercely powerful the rebounds from Uriel Borg were, he was able to return the tennis ball at the very first moment.

They were all first-tier big shots in the domestic entertainment industry, having tasted countless delicacies in their lives. Yet, when they tasted this plate of braised pork ribs made by Zhao Qian, they realized that the so-called delicacies they had eaten before were utterly worthless compared to this dish.

"Let's make a deal first then, you mustn't forget." The cameraman surnamed Sun smacked his lips in lingering aftertaste; as for that plate of egg fried rice earlier, he could eat it for the rest of his life and never grow tired of it.

This man walked quietly through the snow, steadily approaching the Ice Clan. As he recalled the events of sixteen years ago, touching upon sorrowful memories, faint tears welled up in his eyes once again.

Orders were passed down one after another, and everyone was invigorated. The demeanor of a great nation was now invincible. While rejoicing, they were also struck with awe and dread; beneath the imperial dynasty, there were no longer any feudal lords.

Suddenly, as Fu Xi turned around to face the crowd, a flash of deep blue light vanished from his eyes, and a faint smile once again hung upon his face.

Zhentong was angry. She had been thoroughly enjoying watching the show, yet someone had to come and demolish the place where she lived.

Gao Lan immediately instructed Jia Kui to personally select three hundred soldiers who had previously participated in sky lantern training and head straight to Mount Qian, agreeing to launch the attack at dawn. He also dispatched men to contact Shamoke to discuss the major strategy of attacking the city.

"Open and aboveboard." Gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, the village chief slowly pulled back his gaze. He felt the heavens were far too vast, commanding reverence above.

It had been a long time since they last met. They should have exchanged pleasantries first, discussing their experiences during this period, recalling the beautiful moments of their past companionship, gradually leading up to their mutual concerns, and finally asking about each other's state of mind as if by chance. How could they bypass the proper procedure and rush straight to the point?

"Uh... once I get out of the military and take charge of the family, I'll have money," Song Wuliang said, sounding entirely like a prodigal and a spendthrift. Fang Yi doubted whether Old Master Song would have anything left if he really handed the Song family over to this fellow.

"Understood!" The generals accepted the order. Leaving Ling Tong behind to guard, the rest immediately mustered their troops and charged toward Baimang's mansion. Ever since Liu Yong occupied the county office, Baimang had been living in another private residence of his own.

Wan Yue nodded, highly appreciative of Liao Hua's attitude. There was none of the general arrogance and stubbornness typical of capital garrison commanders; clearly, the person sent by Liu Yong had deeply impressed him.

Alei and Ali used their own lives to buy time for him, helping him successfully break through to the Hunyuan Realm.

In the demon race, tribal chieftains held the right to choose mates, and all the females of the clan were objects for their mating.

The guards who were originally searching were caught off guard and startled by Xu An'an, who suddenly darted out. Before they could react, they saw that Xu An'an was already bolting toward the door.

Fortunately, in a place like Hell, trying to erase the traces of one's spiritual power through meme manipulation was practically unrealistic. The more one tried to conceal it, the more powerful spiritual power was required, which would instead cause the anomaly index to spike.

After a bout of fierce combat, the immortal qi within his body became even more pure, and the number of golden laws had grown too numerous to count.

At this moment, as he looked in the mirror, he felt he looked fresh and handsome, yet not overly rigorous. He thought that Misdie would probably prefer a more casual look of his.

"This is a matter between them. Moyun is the person involved, let him resolve it himself." Ao Qianchuan also sighed with a helpless expression.