Volume 1, Chapter 34: Shang Runyu, You Little Handmaiden!-Após assumir a culpa e tornar-se escravo, a verdadeira milha faz toda a família ser esmagada aos ossos e às cinzas(Delicia o coração)

“Father, I have never attended a palace hunt like this. Besides, I once followed Princess Yan and met many people. If I appear now, there is no guarantee that someone will not recognize me. When that happens, the matter our household has been concealing all this time will no longer remain hidden.”

Shang Yingqiong spoke slowly. She appeared to be considering the interests of the household, but in truth, she simply had no desire to go.

Those words instantly extinguished everyone’s hope.

Back then, someone had been required to enter the palace and serve as Princess Yan’s maid; otherwise, they would have incurred her enmity. Princess Yan would certainly be among those invited to the palace hunt.

Would that not render the story their household had prepared completely useless?

Madam Yu’s eyes darted...

Even now, Li Tianyu himself did not realize that the battle intent he had comprehended had already begun to take shape. As the fighting continued, it was constantly growing stronger.

When Yuan Shuai and the maid heard the news, they turned their puzzled gazes toward Hu Feifei. How had she suddenly come to be called Liu Yan?

“Didn’t you find out where he was from? How much stock did his family have on hand?” The hope that had just risen instantly plummeted to rock bottom, and Li Fan’s anxious voice became shrill.

“It was made by my master...” It had merely been improved by her. Mu Wanqiu lowered her head slightly and gave a small curtsy, her hand beneath her flowing sleeve clenched tightly into a fist.

“What? Immortal crystals? Demon Emperor, did you say immortal crystals?” The old man looked somewhat dejected. Although both were forms of money, demonic crystals were worth ten times as much as immortal crystals in his eyes.

One hundred and seventy long spears formed a gigantic blood-black net of spears, surging across the sky toward Ouyang Lin’s enormous brown fist.

This banquet had been arranged to welcome the Grace King and honor his kindness. To show Zuo Feng no respect was to show the Grace King no respect. Hearing this, Zuo Feng swept his gaze over the lower seats. Indeed, not a single member of the Li family he knew had come. He could not help frowning, his expression turning gloomy.

At that moment, everyone’s attention was fixed on the stone coffin, and no one noticed the strange occurrence behind them.

“Heh heh, this police officer is trying to make me the scapegoat, is that it? Heh heh.” Bingfeng grinned at the deputy director.

Before the Buddha, he prayed in silence. In his next life, he was willing to be illiterate, to become the lowliest of people, and repay the debts he owed in this life.

“The Great Qin side has already grown somewhat suspicious. Besides, aren’t you here? And if they truly cannot escape, I will act as well.” Xinghun shrugged and spoke languidly, narrowing his eyes.

With the added expressions of irritation and confusion, anyone who did not know the truth might genuinely think he had entered the wrong room.

After her husband passed away and her son was imprisoned, she had lost all hope. She withdrew from worldly affairs, refused to see anyone, spent her days in gloom, and secretly shed tears. It was only at her son’s wedding that a smile finally returned to her face.

Chen Luo truly experienced what it meant to be burned by ten thousand fires, what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death. The pain had far exceeded his limits—far, far beyond them—so much so that he simply could not endure it.

Perhaps the most eye-catching feature was the enormous blue ring on the ring finger of the man’s right hand. People said it was a high-grade spirit treasure of the middle tier, though no one had ever seen him use it.

He tightened his grip on Pei Zijin’s hand, only to discover that it was shockingly cold. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, Pei Zijin suddenly turned toward her and offered a pure, radiant smile, like an epiphyllum blooming suddenly in the darkness of night, carrying a beauty born of despair.

My mind was in complete chaos. I no longer had the mood to shop at the mall, so I took my mother home. On the way back, I repeatedly reminded her not to tell anyone a single word about what she had seen that day.

I was captured by Wang Chucheng once again. The cleaver fell to the ground, and with both hands he exerted all his strength, actually trying to tear me in half alive.

“Right. At the beginning of the first section, arrange your flute, then play the first section together with Sister Yalan. For the third section, use the xiao instead,” Du Xiaoli instructed.

This time, Song Zheng did not wait until the ant beasts had approached within fifty meters before ordering the attack. Magic-energy rifles had an effective range of at least two hundred meters. The earlier restriction to fifty meters had been imposed partly out of consideration for the team members’ experience, since he feared they might miss and waste ammunition, and partly to deceive the ant beasts.