Chapter 66: She’s Not Your Sister
"Master, ever since the Jiang family was ruined, we have never deliberately targeted the Long family. On the contrary, they have become even more ruthless! I believe we can no longer endure this!"
"Yes, Master, it's clear the Long family intends to monopolize the entire Dragon Nation! If it were the Jiang family ruling, it would be one thing, but the Long family harbors ill intent. If they truly seize control of the Dragon Nation, then..."
After pondering for some time, Dorro took Tetra and flew towards Ankara Castle.
When he handed over the second wooden board, Professor Lu became utterly enthralled, immediately captivated by the characters carved into it. His brows furrowed deeply, forming the shape of a river, as he gripped the board tightly and stared at it without blinking, occasionally murmuring under his breath.
Once the fat man left, the world became much quieter. Master Tianzhi still said nothing, but she removed her hood, revealing a face of peerless beauty.
Looking at the torn cotton quilt, Blind Wu couldn't help but grumble. People live well these days; ten years ago—no, even five years ago—someone would have picked up such a quilt. Even if the cover was damaged, replacing it would make it usable again.
At that moment, Dudu leapt with all her might toward a direction on the rock wall, landing solidly on a firm spot.
"It's the voice of the Hall Master," a certain elder of the Sacred Hall exclaimed in delight. Naturally, Murong Tao, Xing Feng, and the others had also heard whose voice it was.
If the old lady was afraid of the thirteenth floor, then stepping out of the elevator was only inviting trouble.
He struggled to sit up, but his head throbbed fiercely. Reaching behind, his fingers found a swollen lump, crusted with dried blood.
Without the priest's holy blessing, sharp swords could not truly destroy the evil creatures. Only a handful of highly skilled officers were able to contend with them.
The Director had always been indifferent to fame, using only the simplest adornments. This wooden hairpin was his cherished possession, and now that it lay broken, it was proof he had met with misfortune.
The blood clan possessed self-healing abilities, but even if it was just a skin wound, it would take a long time to recover. If her face was scratched by Violet Eyes, she would need at least several months to heal.
Out of selfishness, I truly hoped for this outcome. Otherwise, Ren Qianchang might actually descend into the well. I would rather watch the old man collapse under the blow than see Ren Qianchang risk himself below.
In the next moment, Xiang Yu, clad in armor, stood at the top of the gate steps, his face pale as he gripped his spear, staring coldly at Ying Bu and the dozens of death warriors behind him.
Most became concubines to the masters of the house; whether they were favored or not, it was always a sign of loyalty to imperial power from those who were gifted.
The circumstances were far too coincidental. He had just returned from being summoned by his father, the emperor, and Chu Jiangli appeared at his manor. Not long after her arrival, his third brother came to warn him, and she carried an item reserved only for the royal family. If these matters were unrelated, how could he believe it?
Zhao He and the others saw a flash of golden light, and immediately a vast, overwhelming force descended from the sky, pushing their spiritual power back and crashing heavily upon them.
The guards had reported every word of Ning Zhaozhao's rebuke to the Crown Prince. Upon hearing it, she was deeply enraged.
Yan Biliu could never have imagined that the seeming intoxication was merely a facade. In those gasping moans, it was only herself who was lost, while he, Chu Zhaoran, remained clear-headed throughout.
He was a man of the world and instantly recognized that the steed was purebred from Wei—a top-grade Wei horse, with exceptional stamina and speed. Even if sold cheaply at the horse market, it would fetch two or three hundred taels of silver, a veritable treasure.