Volume 1, Chapter 51: He Asked Her to Be a Concubine-Depois de arrastar-se para dentro do caixão e esperar para morrer, toda a Mansão do Marquês se arrepende de ter quebrado as entranhas!(bolhas de luz em fluxo)

"My Lord... it was Mother Liang, the steward of the estate's kitchen, who ordered me to do this! My family lives right next door to hers!"

What Xiao Han intended to exploit was precisely this momentary pause. The instant they revealed the slightest opening, the silver needles in his hand would be unleashed. Mastering those needles required an exquisitely precise sense of timing.

Zhang Qingting glanced at the man and didn't bother to reply, thinking to herself: If there's money to be made, just line your pockets in silence. Why chatter away so needlessly?

"The members of the Blue Water Sect have already been brought here. Where is your Sect Master?" Xiao Han furrowed his brow, truly taken aback that Lan Tianba, the master of the Blue Sky Sect, could be so arrogant. "Given his cultivation level, he should have arrived long ago, yet he continually delays his appearance. Could it be that he is hiding a guilty conscience?" Xiao Han thought to himself, a shadow of suspicion crossing his mind.

Lin Yunzheng returned to her apartment. Leaning back against the sofa, her heart was filled with a maze of confusion and doubt. The strange behavior of Leng Muchen and Qin Yaying left an undercurrent of unease in her chest.

Qi Wan smiled. Those so-called people were standing not far behind them, and she hardly knew what to say.

"Father, I never imagined that the Water Pavilion would actually break the Martial God World!" Inside a secret chamber of the General's Mansion of Suppressing Might, Xu Zilong said with a face full of disbelief and exasperation.

The next day, Qi Wan handed Bao'er—whom she had accompanied the entire night—into Madam Zhao's embrace. Bao'er buried her face in Madam Zhao's chest, refusing even to look at Qi Wan.

"Happy... I... like you." The Treant replied to Annie with these words, its branches and leaves trembling slightly. It certainly looked as though it were very happy.

Annie shrugged, understanding Augustus's caution. His past had always been intertwined with darkness, and now, as the Lord ruling over the Dark Necropolis, it was only natural for him to be suspicious. However, Teacher Isabelle gave Annie a wonderful impression; she was completely natural, elegant, and an exceptionally formidable Saint.

"Very well, we won't speak of it then. You truly are a sensible child." Yu Hongcheng ultimately swallowed the question he had originally intended to ask.

This was the second time I had heard Liu Mingyun's name from someone else's lips; the first time had been from Song Xiyun, and the second from Tang Xi. I smiled awkwardly at her, my nose stinging slightly—a sensation that could only be described as a profound sense of unworthiness.

Once the rules were announced, the crowd nodded in silent understanding. So this was how the third round of examinations would be conducted this year. Having the examiners personally take action made it a trial well worth anticipating.

Emperor Cangmu's chest was stained with blood, and consumed by fury, he let out a final roar. With a tremendous crash, he shattered the firmament and vanished into the distant void.

"Ha ha, indeed so!" At this, Nobuyoshi Ohno could no longer remain silent and quickly nodded in agreement.

Before, it was also for his sake that she had stepped forward to rescue Yan Mumu. It was simply because she could not bear to see him grieve; even knowing it posed a mortal threat, she went anyway. Had she not awakened at that moment, she might truly have perished.

Anyone who understood the relationship between Zhang Zhetian and the Arsenal fans would arrive at a single conclusion: they were currying favor with this nineteen-year-old Chinese goalkeeper.

Leng Zhi was violently shoved by Noble Consort Li, pitching sideways before she could steady herself. Fortunately, she collided with a side pillar; otherwise, she would have suffered a wretched fall to the floor.

Once the needle was driven in, he yanked it back out with ruthless decisiveness. Yun Xiaotian's eyes instantly bulged wide, his face purpled, and he coughed up a large mouthful of black blood before collapsing face-first to the ground, lifeless in an instant.

Yin Ji'a pushed himself up into a sitting position, looked around in terror, and stammered, "He is Mao..." Before he could finish his sentence, a cold sneer cut through the air. "You have a lot of nerve!" From behind a distant boulder, a ghostly shadow drifted out, turning out to be none other than the man in black. Flinging both hands outward, he immediately sprinted toward the back mountain.