Young Master, You Can't Do That 02

During the strategic retreat just now, Chen Fusheng had intentionally altered his course, using the divine mobility technique to move toward the north.

Not far away, Tang Xue's people also saw Liu Fan's expression and felt a sense of helplessness for him.

"Madam, what do you think we should do now?" Chen Hong looked at Madame, fully aware of the current situation.

An Chenxuan seemed to turn a deaf ear. As soon as the mud snails were served on the table, he couldn't help picking one up excitedly and popping it into his mouth.

The moment Ning Xiu heard his words, he knew Mo Yutian was behind this, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom.

In truth, he did not care much about those spiritual milk essences. They were of little use to him at present, and moreover, had it not been for Ziyu, he wouldn't even have known their value. It was Ziyu who had imparted the incantation for him to collect them.

After the two of them left, Chu Huai'an impatiently consulted with his strategist, Sun Duo, and calculating the time, sent people out to spread the rumors.

Back during the poisoning incident at the Meixian garment factory involving Yu Moxi, that Chen family had played a crucial role. Ordinarily, given the An family's connections, the Chen family wouldn't have dared to betray them even if they were given ten lives.

Walking toward the corner of the street, there were hardly any people about. Everyone had gathered outside the medical clinic, blocking it completely.

Jiang Fan burst into laughter—a desolate, resolute laugh. Drawing the Heaven-Slaying blade, the repressed killing intent in his heart erupted uncontrollably.

Ling Hua initially wanted to leave the door closed and just outlast them; if the old matriarch grew tired of knocking, she would naturally leave. However, out of concern for her young mistress, she could not act recklessly. If she made a mistake, it would inevitably saddle her mistress with a reputation for poor household discipline, which was simply not worth it.

Phoenix Luan and the others had shown kindness to their mercenary group, and coupled with the favor owed to His Highness the Ninth Prince, Mo Qianyi, no matter how annoyed Yun Zhuiyue was at Phoenix Luan's words, he wouldn't do anything to her. Still, there were things he had to say, and he believed the Ninth Prince would surely understand.

Yet, no matter which disciple it was, if they had to choose the elder in the entire sect whom they feared and dreaded facing the most, it would undoubtedly be this disciplinary elder.

Because she had never been favored from the very beginning, whatever those people did to her was taken for granted.

Having killed the disciple of the Changding Sect, Lin Yong turned his gaze back to Bai Yujing once more. Trembling all over, he dropped to his knees with a thud and began kowtowing desperately, begging for mercy for his life.

Wang Sen had been doing quite well with his workouts, yet despite going to the gym every day to burn calories, he had somehow gained a full twenty pounds.

Tonight, the Mu residence seemed exceptionally quiet. A soft sedan chair adorned with four flying phoenix horns slowly entered the Mu estate. Carried by four figures in black, it moved with light, silent steps along the path, making not the slightest sound.

"This is not up to you!" As Zhong Tao finished speaking, he wrapped his arms and legs around Ouyang Ze, angering the latter to the point where his handsome face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

When Shen Qi found out, he flew into a rage, ordered someone to fetch a whip, and thrashed him relentlessly. After nearly two hundred lashes, the pain left him bedridden for a whole month.

The bizarre events currently taking place within the Fuyu Early Childhood Education Center should fall squarely under the jurisdiction of the Special Operations Department.

On the other side, the Queen had already rushed to the side of Princess Loulan, gently helping her up. Yet, there was nothing she could do; Princess Loulan was still convulsing violently there.

However, I am not well-versed in politics, and at this moment, I naturally had no idea what was actually transpiring behind the scenes.

Nevertheless, this Xue Niang was quite an interesting character. She mused that she could invite her over for chats more often in the future.

Xuan Yuanji clenched his fists so tightly they nearly cracked. He was simply too stupid; why hadn't he noticed it back then?

Yet his expression remained entirely unruffled, even carrying a hint of ease, because such an assessment was definitely not the Ghost King's style.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, a white cane was suddenly pressed against his throat. Then, an elderly man with graying hair slowly came into view before him.

Even Tao Huahui himself longed to indirectly achieve the passionate dream hidden deep within his heart by borrowing this "insignificant" force of Xia Xin.

Qian Duoduo looked up at the sky, where a giant eagle was already flying down toward the ground, circling in the high air a hundred meters above.

"Qiaoqiao, let's go." Holding a scroll of paintings, Wan Rong reached out to grab Shen Qiaoqiao's arm. The closer she got to Chu Yu, the sharper and more piercing the cold glare in her eyes became.

It seemed someone had already sneaked inside ahead of her and was rummaging through the place. She wondered if the item she wanted had already been taken by someone else who got there first.

This was filtered strictly among able-bodied men under the age of fifty. If the age limit were lowered to forty, the number of Taiping Army soldiers would shrink by more than half.

Zhang Qi chuckled lightly at this and explained that Prefect Zhang's family members were currently residing within his tribe. Therefore, aside from asking the Han army to help escort prisoners, his primary wish was for them to bring Prefect Zhang's family safely back to Liaodong.

Regarding Black Ox's arrangements, no one had any objections. Being in an unfamiliar place where Black Ox was their only familiar face, he naturally became the backbone of the group.

A ring of white wind ripples suddenly appeared in the tiger's maw. The wind waves were as swift as lightning, instantly transforming into a terrifying wind dragon that swept toward Ouyang Haotian.

Having just bypassed the left army, it meant that the vanguard, the center, and the flanks were now all behind them, leaving only the rear guard ahead.

Wavering and collapsing under the prolonged inability to break through the Han defense line, more and more Xiongnu chose to fall back. This was the tactic they were accustomed to, but as some retreated, others were swept along, and gradually, the withdrawal turned into a rout.

This left Lu Ji with a smile stretching from ear to ear. Although it was only an occasional occurrence, the ability to earn performance points simply by sitting at home was utterly fantastic.

Su Jin simply walked right up to him, and before the man could react, she had already reached out both hands to grope around his body.