Chapter 66: Dark Clouds Weigh Over the City, Threatening to Crush It (Part Six)

Seeing Father An's resolute attitude, Lin Jingyi had no choice but to take out her backpack and search inside for a mat and a simple set of bedding. Although the quilt was very thin, it was already sufficient for the current weather.

The main army had already begun retreating toward the Huaxia Starfield. Mingshu tossed aside a few things and led her people toward Earth.

Guided by Lin Jingyi's will, the long dragon formed by purple-gold talismans coiled tightly around the Ghost King.

This time, Lin Jingyi's physical form had even undergone alterations, so absolutely no one could recognize her anymore.

Although they had scouted the area last night, daylight might reveal something different. Taking advantage of the dawn, the two of them stepped out once again.

The Empress Dowager hurriedly looked toward the door. Mingshu emerged first, followed by Ruxin, whose complexion was somewhat pale.

She stealthily brought delicious food and clean clothes to the Imperial Consort, taking the opportunity to tidy up the entire Cold Palace for him.

If this fruit held her in its heart, she would naturally feel delighted; but if the fruit remained cold and numb toward her, she wouldn't care either.

Xuan Yi was chatting with Yun Xi about something. Seeing him come out, he raised his eyes for a glance. He still wore snow-white robes and silver hair, with a cold expression, forever looking as if he were completely detached from worldly affairs.

She needed to handle the matters here; henceforth, she might have to live either in the ocean or by the seaside.

Walking out openly through the side door, Fu Guiyi changed back into his own clothes and then strode openly into the association.

Suddenly, the massive black net tore open a gap, swallowing Saint Temple Number Two and the chaotic rules of force entirely, causing the indescribable figure to freeze in place.

Did you have identification papers? Detention! Were there issues with your identification that required renewal? Don't even dream of seeing the light of day again until every last drop of grease has been squeezed out of you.

It was only at this moment that Lu Xiang also realized that the previous ward had lacked windows.

That is, unless they were in front of outsiders and there were younger generations present in the room, otherwise Guo Deqiang would have shouted a couple of times for sure.

However, these words managed to deter Ram. That's right, if she were to die, who would collect Roswaal's remains?

"I dream of taking turns being responsible for the daytime. Right now, I always sleep when the sun comes out and wake up after nightfall, which has made my body somewhat weak, and my head throbs occasionally."

Even though he already knew the outcome, Xiao Fei did not intend to let Zhang Xiaoyun muddle through blindly. Every performance needed to be treated with utmost seriousness, purely for the sake of those audiences who loved her.

Sid sat at the bar and ordered a cocktail called "Tequila Sunrise," smiling happily as he watched another bartender immediately drop all other orders to mix the drink for him first.

Opposite them, the Light Elf noble looked pale and disheveled. There were claw marks across his chest, back, thighs, and waist, clearly indicating he was injured. The most severe injury was to his right arm; though it was tightly wrapped in bandages, blood continued to seep through relentlessly. Panic-stricken, his expression was filled with endless despair.

The madam of the Purple-Gold Tower had herself been a renowned and celebrated courtesan in her youth. As the standing of the Purple-Gold Tower rose over the years, she couldn't be bothered to show her face in public unless it was for esteemed guests.

A crisp sound of a slap echoed, and the old man's face was jerked violently to the side by the blow, blood trickling down the corner of his mouth.

Still, he had to praise Chen Jinchuan for making a pretty good fried egg, very similar to the ones his mother made. How wonderful it would be if he could have another meal of it sometime.

His handsome face wore a stern expression, and his damp, misty eyes were heavily bloodshot, the depths of his pupils seemingly brewing a turbulent storm on the verge of breaking out.

Whether the Tribulation-Refining Demon could re-condense a heart was not mentioned when Yang Song received the reward, but Tian Boguan estimated that it should not be a problem either.

He dreamed of being romantically entwined with Hua Yuelu amidst flowers and moonlight, sharing deep and lingering affection, after which Hua Yuelu gave birth to a pair of twin sons for him.

Upon hearing this, Li Congyan felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet. According to the data gathered from everyone's visits and investigations, the population drain and land annexation issues in Dengzhou had become severe to an appalling degree.

Wei Changchun had been waiting here for a long time. When he silently watched his most beloved son reduced to such a state, the anger in his eyes burned like a raging fire.

As Jiang Feng's thought flashed past, the livestream showed Chan Master Duyuan just arriving at Mount Hua, and the picture abruptly cut off.

To deal with a scoundrel, if you want to defeat him, the only way is to be even more scoundrelly than he is. Likewise, to deal with a clever person, you can only win by being smarter and more resourceful than they are, or else you are bound to suffer a crushing defeat.

Then she straightened her hand, pointed to her left, and asked, "Did you paint those pictures?" I turned my head and immediately saw three paintings hanging on the wall near the second-floor staircase. Two of them depicted French scenery, and one was the first painting that had been successfully bid for, titled...

Though Partridge Whistle used his Daoist robe to block the centipede mid-air, discarding the robe with a mid-air "Overlord Sheds Armor" maneuver truly exhausted every ounce of his lifelong capability. The moment he flung the robe, his body plummeted downward, and all he could see before his eyes was the well wall glittering with countless lamp lights resembling stars, blurring into a dizzying spectacle.

The needle on the compass kept spinning erratically, as if something was constantly interfering with it.

Originally, after two years, I wasn't very familiar with the classmates in my old class. But now it's even better—there are even more unfamiliar faces, and I heard that with this reorganization of classes, our school suddenly welcomed a large number of vocational students entering their second year of high school.

Lin Rui knew that sooner or later, he would have to draw a period to his chapter in the "Jingliu" circle, so let it be today. From today onward, he would fade away from this circle and return to being his true self.

"No, no, please believe me, it really wasn't Mr. Peterson! It was truly my doing, you cannot wrong an innocent person!" Xiao Yinjian played the part of a self-sacrificing righteous angel, desperately blocking in front of Peterson to prevent him from being taken away by the flight attendant.