Volume 1, Chapter 59: Throwing Xia Nanzhi into the Sea for Xu Ruoqing

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Toad Gu: As a Tang Dynasty medical expert described: "The complexion turns suddenly white and then blue, the abdomen swells to fullness, appearing like a toad. If the matured worm is vomited out resembling a tadpole shape, this is toad gu." The characteristic of toad gu is that a toad transforms into a spirit or monster.

Although I hid beneath the giant rock of the artificial hill, my gaze never left that princess from beginning to end. Deep down, I felt a sense of strangeness toward this princess; I had no idea who she truly was or why she was so familiar with me. Judging by what she had just said, she seemed to know me quite well.

Caravan robberies happen in every country, and the members of the coalition had encountered similar incidents before. However, for such an event to occur barely a dozen miles outside of Dyonir City, there was likely far more to it than met the eye.

Returning once more to the Prince Xin Residence, everything was as it had been, yet it seemed as though everything had also changed. Perhaps the only thing that remained constant was Prince Xin's love.

Yet it was also a place blessed with exceptional geomantic energy. About twenty li to the east of the Prince Liao Residence lay the Jingzhou Prefectural Office. Affected by the Japanese pirates, the streets were desolate and appeared utterly bleak.

Meanwhile, Liuchen voiced the question lingering at the bottom of Nan Ruochen's heart, his eyes filled with a complex, indefinable emotion.

Though I felt a trace of fear in my heart, an overwhelming curiosity drove me to want to enter through the side wall and investigate.

From the cavern ahead came a series of deep, rumbling sounds, resembling the charge of thousands of troops and horses, though the sound was very muffled and indistinct. Behind me, the rustling noise sounded once more.

The abilities of ordinary illusion-type magical beasts are mainly divided into two categories: one is creating illusory realms that trap the target helplessly within them; the other is bewitching the target to achieve the effect of controlling them.

Lingyu did not say much more. He understood a principle very clearly now: if he wanted to gain a foothold in this class, he had to establish his prestige for others to see—this was the path of the strong! His very first battle to establish his prestige upon arriving at Anping Town would likely take place right here.

Su Qinyue suddenly looked up at the bare magnolia tree before her eyes, and then, she watched with her own eyes as this flowering tree gave a gentle sway, and then swayed once more.

There was an ethereal and refined temperament about his entire being, untainted by even a speck of dust, making him appear like an immortal exiled to the mortal world. His brows and eyes conveyed a faint detachment, as aloof as her own.

At this, Qiaoli finally understood. Including the Taipei, Hong Kong, and Shenzhen offices, all future client orders would be handled by the staff of the respective regional offices. Originally, she had been responsible for receiving orders from all over and arranging shipments; henceforth, aside from the region she personally managed, all other orders would merely be sent to her as CC copies for archiving purposes.

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Inside the ultra-large dining hall of the luxury cruise ship, tables draped with white cloths were laden with canned foods meticulously seasoned and prepared by top-tier master chefs.

All the stewards, who had been greedy and increasingly insatiable—such as Steward Qian's faction—were without exception stripped of their managerial posts and banished to remote places to guard manorial estates. The vacant positions were then filled by newly recruited stewards.

Her uneasy expression fell into Wen Yi's sight—as expected, she disliked his making arrangements behind her back like this, yet he simply wanted her to do better in the entertainment industry.

Past events were all like fleeting clouds, vanishing entirely from before one's eyes before one even had the chance to reminisce about them in detail.

Lemon production was scarce, with the majority supplied to households of high nobility—and even then, only to those possessing immense power. To be able to secure a mere ten lemons was truly no easy feat, which in itself demonstrated her capability.

"Here, take this to play with." Zhu Houzhao yanked the purse from his waist and tossed the whole thing to Xu Jin. Then, he arrogantly instructed the guards of the Prince Heng Residence to announce his arrival.

As the cigarette burned down to the butt, Su Yang turned and left the spot. Only the dim, yellowish light flickered uncertainly in the original place, occasionally accompanied by the flash of one or two plump black rats.

The scene shifted: the Daoist sect retreated into seclusion, the central universe lost its former prosperity, and the Kunlun divine tree was reduced to a mere remnant trunk devoid of the slightest trace of spirituality.

"I have an urgent matter. Does Wei Churan seem to know that I captured Zheng Wenlan?" Zheng Wenwen was flustered.

Tang Jie wondered aloud: what was the ultimate fate of a powerful martial artist like Xuankui? This aroused Tang Jie's desire to investigate.

Indeed, Canghua had always operated with such a style; as long as it was useful, even King Yama could be taken advantage of.

Furthermore, the soup jar that Miao Qingyan had dropped and broken that day contained Youmu seeds; Miao Qingyan must have been acting under Miao Jingchen's instigation.

"This concubine pays respects to Her Majesty the Empress; may the Empress live for ten thousand years, ten thousand years, ten thousand times ten thousand years." Jiepei felt that the only thing enabling her to hold on until this moment was her deep-seated hatred for Jiang Aoxue.

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The unsparing ridicule of the sloppy Daoist instantly infuriated the elderly Buddhist monk, who raised his demon-subduing pestle to step forward, only to be blocked by the nine-winged angel.

Leaving the Ace Castle, Rena got into her car and, in a fit of anger, threw her limited-edition handbag onto the seat. Her exquisite makeup on her alluring face looked unsightly due to her fury. The driver in the front seat immediately braced himself, holding his breath as quietly as possible to avoid becoming the target of her displaced wrath.

Seeing that Sun Wen was about to throw a tantrum, Sun Qi had no desire to continue playing along with him. He smiled and shook his head to indicate that he harbored no malicious intent.

"Coo, coo." The pigeon turned its head as if nodding, then "flap, flap," beat its wings and flew away, vanishing into the horizon shortly after.

The only person he had ever seen whose cyan-colored destiny could rival Tuoba Jin's was the old headmaster, and the old headmaster... what manner of person was he?

Laughter and chatter filled the dining table without cease. Once the meal concluded, everyone dispersed. As for Yanhang and Gong Yichen, their elders refrained from saying any more, choosing not to disturb them for the remainder of their time.

At this thought, the elderly family head could not help feeling a constriction in his breath. The opponent, at such an age, had reached a height they spent their entire lives striving for. Not only that, but he had also mastered complex formations; so-called geniuses were probably completely insignificant before this young man.

After all, titles such as Marquis of Ten Thousand Households were simply far too easy for Xia Xuan to obtain if he desired them.

Especially when one went out to ask for directions or watched artisans repairing items in roadside shops, didn't everyone address them as "Master"? This title was universally used—that's right, nothing strange about it at all.

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