Chapter 144: Not Too Difficult

"Bang!"
On the martial stage, Li Hao moved like lightning, appearing before Jiang Chen in an instant. The very air along his path shattered from the sheer oppressive force!
Throwing a punch straight at the face, Li Hao already seemed to envision his opponent heavily injured and collapsing to the ground!
In the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, aside from crippling or killing, anything went!
Let us use the severe injury of this rookie...
Mu Yange finally deigned to lift his eyelids and cast a sidelong glance at her, his up-and-down inspecting gaze seemingly unable to believe that this thick-skinned creature was actually a young woman.
Standing outside the tent and listening to the two of them exchange one childish retort after another, their bickering drifting further and further off-topic, Liu Cheng could not help but press a hand to his forehead.
"That is also... mostly because he passes out from even the tiniest drop of alcohol, and he looks terrifying when he does. It is just like being drugged with a paralyzing potion," Ouyang Can said.
"Who is forcing whom?" Ye Fei looked at the old man, unable to help his resentful tone! Coming up with nothing but terrible ideas.
In truth, upon hearing about the magnitude 9 mega-earthquake in Nanyu, a premonition had already formed in his mind that certain people would no longer be able to sit still.
Ouyang Can let out a hum, shrank back into her chair, and fell silent. Barely a few minutes passed before she began to snore softly.
Undeniably, Ye Fei's granduncle harbored a certain apprehension. Because Ye Fei's moral compass at his core lacked clarity, coupled with his years of wandering the world, he feared above all else that this child possessed no concept of home and country.
Yuan Che had not actually intended for things to go this way from the beginning; it was simply that to him, she was forever like a poppy—once tasted, it became an addiction from which he could never free himself.
Yun Yunruan was not one to make a fuss; the attendants in her palace were few, and she disliked having too many people swarming around her.
The assistant's scapegoating Weibo post did much to stabilize some of the die-hard fans, but in the eyes of the majority of non-fan netizens, it was a blatant evasion of blame, intensifying their dissatisfaction and contempt for Yuan Siqin.
"As her husband, you are Weiwei's closest family. Yet where were you when things happened to her? All show and no substance, are you even capable of bringing Weiwei happiness?" The gaze he directed at Huo Jingchuan was filled entirely with skepticism.
Empress Wu kept the three of them—Princess Qianjin and her two maternal nephews—for lunch, during which the previously well-behaved Quan Luo and Xue Lei finally began to reveal a few clues.
This was a common enough occurrence, however. Xue Lei and her older brother by one year, Xue Chongjian, frequently set up camp at the residence of Princess Yiyang.
Yet after all this commotion, the time was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. Considering that Lu Yurou and the others could return at any moment, there was no time to continue their research today. They could only temporarily hide the remaining medicinal ingredients away.
"I'm sorry." Seeing him worry over her, Lu Qing smiled sweetly. In the boundless darkness, there would always be someone belonging to her who brought her own light.
"Didn't he tell you how to get the photos to him?" Fu Xingyu originally had no desire to meddle in this troublesome affair, but since the person was a familiar regular at the police station anyway, lending a hand would do no harm.
However, this rocket could not be extinguished because it was made of white phosphorus and thermite; even water could not put it out.
Fortunately, the existence of the plague worked to their advantage. Among the Plum Blossom Inner Guards, both the living infected with the plague and the corpses of those who had died from it were converted into weapons. Cast along the wayside or hurled into the quarters of the Fengchen Office warriors and their lackeys, they inflicted numerous casualties. Even with their overwhelming advantage, the forces of the Fengchen Office did not dare to press too hard.
Chu Qingxiao raised his hand, his index and middle fingers pressed together, and pointed upward. A sword qi surged forth, meeting the gigantic golden palm of the Buddha.
Was Huang Weiyang not engaged in a full-force battle with Chi You? How could he possibly still have the leisure to speak with her using his divine sense? Following the pull of that divine sense, Lu Zheng realized it was merely an avatar of Huang Weiyang situated atop Mount Buddha.
"It's my wife's first day at work, of course I have to come pick you up! Let me treat you to dinner, how about that?" Huangfu Ye said with a smile.
Who would have known that upon hearing this, Daoist Master Zhiyuan would shake his head and begin to sigh? Lu Zhiyi asked, "What is it, Daoist Master? Did this junior answer incorrectly?"