033. Rio Hiiragi: I Sleep Everywhere!

"Orda." Kong Yin-Zhi, standing to the side, was also greatly alarmed. Having traveled far and wide with Li Mu, he understood the significance of the Orda.

"She said she was going to fetch something; she should be here soon. I will go and welcome her," Zhao Yuan said, rising and heading out.

He could not sense the power that should have been inherent in these talisman papers; the only thing he could perceive was the minuscule, faint trace of energy remaining within them.

As the people of Zhongdu City eliminated the demonic beasts and cleared the city, the lightning tribulation of Xiao Zifei’s true self also concluded. After consuming a vast quantity of medicinal pills, Xiao Zifei finally managed to stabilize his injuries and recover some of his true essence. Though severely wounded, he had successfully survived the lightning tribulation.

After suffering heavy losses, the Mongol cavalry of the Chahar tribe began to mount their horses and flee for their lives. Aside from a small contingent of Mongol soldiers left behind to cover the retreat, the majority began to run desperately.

Whenever Zhai Xingzi is mentioned, I am reminded of yesterday's scene. To protect the Soul-Gathering Coffin, Zhai Xingzi fought six great masters alone, ultimately dying under their siege. Yet, before he died, he took six of his opponents down with him. Though brief, that battle was absolutely heart-wrenching.

Looking at it this way, it really does look like I am on a private date with Si Chen, sitting together in such an intimate and affected posture.

"Calance, Parr? Where did these come from?" Before Li Soo-man could respond, Manager Park had already asked.

Don't be ridiculous. Even if everything is prepared using computer software, if I were to finish an entire song, I wouldn't be sleeping at all tonight.

He leaped several times, jumping from his palm onto Zhu Rong’s shoulder. Utilizing this height, Mo Ruyang gazed into the distance, but all that met his eyes were billows of white vapor, the view shrouded in mist.

Could I actually understand Elvish? Could the poison on Joseph’s blade have such a side effect?

When Huo Qing read this passage, his heart shuddered; he felt as if this song had been written specifically for him.

Heavy breathing came through the microphone. It seemed these people were all injured; the "Blood Skulls" were indeed not easy to deal with.

He Zheng, noticing this, realized that although the title of "Silver Instructor" might not sound like much, its status was undeniably high. After all, within the entire "Nameless" branch, there were only twelve officially active Silver Instructors.

"I warned you at the time, but you wouldn't listen. There was nothing I could do," the High Priest said, drawing a breath.

"Malzahar?" Whether it was the White Jade Sleep-Demon Tang Jizhong, the top marksman Wu Xuanfei, or the other two teammates, all were filled with confusion—a confusion laced with deep suspicion.

After all, they were unaware of how harsh the future might become, so they had to prepare in advance.

Seven thousand men. They had only seven thousand men left. Their once massive military force had dwindled to this. To lose more than half in a single day was a casualty rate the people could not bear; both morale and public sentiment had suffered a heavy blow.

When Chen Yi arrived a few months ago, the school there had only just had its foundation dug. But now, the building was up. Though neither large nor luxurious, for Zhangjia Village, it was already a remarkable achievement.

After a bit of a struggle, things settled down, and they accompanied Lian Peishan to Nan Ziyan’s room to find him. Unexpectedly, Lady Shen and Li Zhen were kept outside, and only Lian Peishan entered—mostly because the guards dared not stop her.

In Thailand, the temple is equivalent to the state religion of ancient times, and the temple priests are like "divine charlatans" akin to imperial tutors.

She naturally knew what this "something else" was. She pushed him away, turned her back to him again, and closed her eyes, ready to sleep.

"Xuan is in his room." The Prince of Chu did not hide it from him, for he knew Hua Suyang’s character too well. If he didn't tell him now, Hua Suyang’s curiosity would never let the matter rest.

Qin Ke’er’s eyes flickered. This Second Aunt was truly cunning. Facing such a situation, she had not only minimal suspicion but also a desire for further confirmation. It was no wonder she had managed to maintain her position in the Prime Minister’s manor until now.

"After a country falls, the aura of the Ancestral Dragon dissipates completely and cannot be absorbed at all," Bai Suzhen said.

If a nuclear bomb could solve the problem, he wouldn't need to send so many people to attack the Temple of Zeus, thereby causing casualties.

Although Tang Gu had been conquered the year before last and its monarch taken to the capital to be kept under house arrest, the supposedly tyrannical Emperor Zhaoyuan had not imposed heavy taxes or levies on the survivors of the fallen nation. The lives of the commoners continued as before, moving at a slow and steady pace. The shadow of war seemed to have drifted far away.

"Would you rather believe a stranger than believe me?" He Jingxuan said faintly, avoiding her question.

But why, even though these were words that should have warmed her heart, did Chu Yao feel so heartbroken?

The old City Lord was completely reassured, and the power in his hands gradually transferred to the current City Lord.

Before the banquet began, Fang Caiwei wanted to see what the Third Young Lady looked like in her wedding dress, so she sat in the front hall. Since everyone in the capital already knew how formidable this former wife of the Zhenning Marquis's heir was, no one found it strange.

The uncles and aunties were truly elites in their field. As soon as Lan Jing voiced his idea, they grasped it immediately, nodding and guaranteeing they could get it done.

The magical power accumulated over a thousand years had all condensed and stored itself within her body, so Yun Qi was deeply worried that Jinghong’s current lightning tribulation would be even harder to deal with than the one he had experienced when he attained divinity.

The Emperor thought that since his cousin was already over twenty and had yet to marry or have children, it was quite pitiful. As his cousin, he couldn't be heartless, so he should help where he could. He nodded, agreeing to Jiang Qinglu’s request.

Li Qiufang did not feel relieved in the slightest; instead, her heart felt even heavier.

However, apart from the Holy Ape Immortal and the Divine Beast Bingyin, Lin Yi could not recall having any dealings with any other Immortal King.

Yan Ziyou lowered her head in silence. She had no face to see Sun Yu; she had misunderstood him. Mom was right—she had been used by Bi Xue and misled by her mother-in-law. If it weren't for Mom today, she would certainly have done something she would regret.

Lin Yi had no confidence in whether he could succeed. He could break a corner to give Jie Luo a chance, but he himself had to guard against the backlash of the ancient immortal seals and demonic prohibitions. Whether he could actually get out depended entirely on Jie Luo. If he couldn't break the iron cage that lacked immortal and demonic sealing powers, then he might as well stay and wait for death.