Chapter 60: Kicking Xu Ruoqing into the Sea with a Single Kick

In the living room, Bai Chenxi looked at the room full of treasures, all of which Yuheng had extorted from Jiang Han.

At this moment, all the court officials shared an unprecedented, unified hope that His Majesty would be safe and sound. Despite the bitter cold, they all stood outside the Emperor's bedchamber facing the chilling wind, stretching their necks to peer toward the palace gates, their faces etched with worry and their hearts burning with anxiety. So many people had gathered, yet not a single sound was uttered.

"Seeing that you looked troubled, I wanted to come and keep you company for a while." Consort Shu had been far too abnormal tonight; the moment the Empress Dowager left, she had departed immediately right after, as if she were trying to avoid something.

Rong Xun raised his head to look at the figure standing not far away—his uncle, the Immortal Lingmo, along with his son, Ye Feihuan, who was also Bo Qinghuan in the mortal realm, and his brother-in-law.

Old Madam Xun was gentle and kind, radiating an approachable warmth. Jiuzhu nodded at her, the fear in her eyes dissipating as she looked at the old madam with deep reliance.

This was precisely why, in recent years, the leaders of the armies fighting against Mu Ze never dared to show their faces on the battlefield, all deeply cognizant of Mu Ze's terrifying prowess.

Xiu Qiqi nodded, still feeling that the term gravity ring sounded much better; it seemed the underlying principle should be identical. Her nodding and responding demeanor was extremely adorable, but not a single one of Xiu Qiqi's opponents thought so—they had experienced her terror in the most direct and visceral way possible.

Having spent so many years mingling in the entertainment industry, Qiao Zhixuan naturally knew that walking the red carpet came with unspoken rules.

Reporters rushed forward in a swarm like madmen, raising their cameras and taking frantic photographs.

Without hesitation, he abandoned Jingyun, grabbed the white-furred Northern barbarian's hand that held the golden curved blade, and at the same time opened his mouth to savagely bite into the barbarian's carotid artery.

Aunt Zhong had returned to her hometown for a period, leaving only him and Ethan during this time. Neither of them knew how to cook, so they ordered takeout every day. When they finished eating, no one was willing to clear away the delivery boxes, leaving them piled up right there.

Perhaps because she had received a satisfactory gift, or perhaps because she had successfully completed the task assigned by Tutu, Liao Qiu was in a good mood and simply sat down on a nearby chair.

Qin Ping had refined the split body of the Corrosion Demon Sovereign, and he now possessed a thorough understanding of the higher planes and the conditions within the foggy world, no longer stumbling in the dark as he had before.

These were people who licked blood from the blade's edge; if they truly risked their lives to hack Makarov to pieces, not a single one of them would bat an eye regardless of whether they were subsequently executed or butchered.

Leaving Li Ziyang speechless, this fellow was simply discarding the millstone after the donkey was done milling. Seeing that the orange cat had fallen asleep, Li Ziyang subconsciously glanced toward the peak of the mountain and prepared to drive away.

Without lighting it, he merely sniffed it a few times right beneath his nose before placing the cigar before himself.

The leader of the Myriad Poison Sect, who had already locked onto Wang Huang earlier, suddenly and unexpectedly found that his target had vanished, while he himself had instead been locked onto by someone else. Looking up, he discovered it was precisely that young man whose cultivation realm he could not fathom.

However, on Earth, civilizing wild beasts was extremely difficult to achieve, and the limit of humanity stopped at mere domestication.

As he spoke, he took off his outer garment, undid his sash, and then removed his silk long gown and black inner robe, revealing his strong and well-muscled upper body.

Wang Hong had been carousing with Yan Liu these days, mostly pilfering items from tombs to exchange for money. It had been quite a while since Wang Hong last visited my home, and I actually missed him a bit. Although this fellow was reckless and unruly, he still possessed a certain sense of loyalty and righteousness.

While eating the barbecue, Xishuang did not forget to inquire about the experiences after they parted ways today—such as where these wild hares and pheasants were caught, whether they encountered any demonic beasts, and other similar questions.

In an instant, silver light flashed through the air, resembling the Milky Way plunging down into the mortal realm, rushing straight from Ziyu's side toward the direction of the wedding hall.

She faintly remembered Yin Lanyi telling her previously, quoting Morris, that Mo Xiuyuan had been in love with her for a very long time.

Even He Yunyun, who had always considered herself very clean, had a bed just like everyone else's—not clean in the least and utterly unbearable to look at.

A chorus of overlapping cries filled the backyard, and the disaster victims who had just been waiting in line rushed forward haphazardly, their sole target being Ziyu.

"This—!" Tianxing could not contain the astonishment in his heart, reaching out to gently touch this iron rod. When his right hand grasped the shaft, the entire iron bar instantly released a surging surge of spiritual energy that rushed into Tianxing's body—an energy of such pure quality.

A sense of relief washed over me; if not for the sudden appearance of this corpse-cat that helped me deal with this corpse, I, Hu San, might well have perished right here today.

"Roar!" The flood dragon let out another roar toward Yuwen and the others, then raised its tail hidden beneath the water surface, as if warning Yuwen's group not to meddle in other people's business.

As for why tonight's drama was so extraordinarily精彩, Li Feng had put a great deal of thought into it, even planting pawns among this group of intoxicated young people whom he had successfully turned to his side.

Yet look at what the imperial court is like now, what His Majesty is like, and what kind of attitude the Great Song Dynasty holds toward military men—surely you cannot be unaware of this?

Batman suddenly felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his hand. A tremendous force had slammed heavily against it, instantly numbing the nerves in his palm and rendering his entire hand completely unresponsive.

To be honest, in Yun Chen's opinion, there were only a handful of opponents in this Holy War of the Realms who could truly bring pressure upon him.

Granted, this man could bring disaster to the Amazonians, but by the same token, couldn't he also protect them and fight side by side with them? Judging from Lin Li's subsequent words under the influence of the Lasso of Truth, he was indeed an upright and magnificent hero dedicated to saving the world and its people.

Oliver was already emotionally unsettled due to his previous failure and the sudden appearance of a son, making it impossible for him to concentrate on commanding the battle. His heart wasn't in it; he needed to resolve his own issues first and attain complete single-mindedness before he could proceed.

Afterwards, he once again unleashed an extremely powerful Soul-Consuming Sword strike, transforming his own body into a sword that pierced straight through the Blood-Eyed Corpse King's abdomen, cleaving her cleanly into two halves.

"There's no need for that, Granny. Just tell me where they are, and I will go over myself. I won't trouble you," Yu Qingfan said, hurriedly waving her hand.

Father Barna would officiate and support this wedding. He was a seventy-year-old, kind-hearted, gentle-faced, and devout believer who would preside over the ceremony without any fear of death.

When he woke up in the morning, Vardy's head was throbbing with pain, but compared to the exhilaration of victory, this was hardly worth mentioning.

Zhang Xiaoni let out a long sigh, collapsing dejectedly onto the sofa. She had originally wanted to have a proper talk with him, but with this attitude of his, how could any conversation even take place?

Though he was also a commanding general, Shen Yi carried a few more parts of calm and composure, along with the refined grace of a true gentleman. First, he pulled out a chair for me to sit down, then seated himself beside me, and poured me a cup of clear tea.