Chapter 40

Coupled with what Chen Zhihe had just said and the suspicion of patricide, even fewer people would dare to step forward voluntarily.

Shortly after, Marei let out a loud shout and strode into the cave, followed closely by White Crane and the others, who stepped inside one after another.

However, since Ninth Master had spoken, how could she dare to argue? If she were to be punished like last time, she would be utterly miserable. Besides, Ninth Master was merely asking her to feed him porridge; since he brought the bowl himself, surely he wouldn't tamper with it? Even if something went wrong, he couldn't shirk the blame. With this thought, Fangluo felt reassured, curtsied, and withdrew.

Since the opponent had resorted to such an ultimate trump card as a faith avatar, he no longer dared to take things lightly, and without a moment's hesitation, he unleashed one hundred percent of his combat power.

There were many things she did not understand, but she could learn; she wasn't foolish. So what if her starting point was a bit late?

The reason he acted this way was because he had always regarded the Heavenly Secrets Elder as his closest family member—as much a mentor as a father.

Although the protective barrier enveloping him within the Holy See was energized by the Heart of Sacred Brilliance, it was essentially a type of formation. Once it was shattered, the Heart of Sacred Brilliance would become his for the taking.

The leader of the Black Demon Sect gave two dry coughs, and without any pretense or concealment, he directly explained the situation on his side.

"Trouble? What trouble?" Xia Ming was somewhat baffled, failing to grasp what Piggy Second meant.

Xia Ming stood on ceremony as well. The reason he could hold his liquor so well was entirely thanks to the "Thousand Cups Without Intoxication" skill bestowed upon him by the system. In ordinary times, this skill might seem like a useless lifestyle perk, but placed in the current situation, it was nothing short of a divine ability.

"I have no obligation to play along with you." Su Xing wore a cold expression, flicked her sleeve, and turned to leave.

Emerald Feather fluttered its wings and chirped even more excitedly. Tang Jiu gave the bird a slap to push it aside, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Earlier, Gu Jingning had anticipated that if the Third Master's family came wearing old clothes, the Duke's Mansion would have to bleed a little to get rid of them. Sure enough, right after the New Year, the Third Madam had started scheming.

"I'll tell you later! It's a long story anyway!" Duan Qing nodded at Yong Mingguo, who still wore a puzzled expression.

At this hour, the café was not crowded. Soft piano music drifted through the air, easily washing away the weariness clinging to one's body.

"Brother Whirlwind, Brother Zeng Shan really admires you," Xingbao chirped cheerfully from the side.

"Because the meat of the pig demon cannot be eaten. Although it is dead, its entire body still retains demonic Qi, and eating it would certainly be bad for humans. I don't know the exact consequences, so it's better not to eat it," Feng Qingqing said to the students who were eyeing the pork.

Beneath the morning glow, the two of them embraced tightly. Although each harbored their own thoughts, the scene possessed an unexpected harmony.

The fierce battle between men and wolves resumed. By now, the ground was soaked in blood and littered with corpses. Aside from Yong Mingguo, who was protecting Jin Mingchang, everyone else had been scattered.

Lying against my chest was the ghost-faced jade pendant that had accompanied me for eighteen years, emitting a faint, flowing fluorescence beneath the moonlight.

My dear aunt, you'd better rest, or you won't die at the hands of Shiva, but rather from exhaustion caused by you.

Zhao Mingway's voice abruptly turned cold, her sharp gaze laced with irony and a peculiar expression. Not only Jin Xuansi, but even Yun Fengze could not help looking startled.

However, frivolous behavior was strictly forbidden. She could not go every day, nor was she allowed to step past the curtain; her attire had to be plain and modest, and they must accompany her at all times... The rules and restrictions were exceedingly tedious.

Eleventh Madam had secretly come to find Bai Zhi, asking what she should do now, convinced that the Prince must hate her to the core and would never favor her again.

Rong Jia had not expected such palace secrets to exist—things of which even he was unaware.

In the He family's parlor, the housekeeper had brought up afternoon tea. Just as he wanted to ask the eldest young master what he would like for dinner, He Jinnian's phone rang.

Fu Hengzhi paused as he was packing his luggage in the room, raised his head to glance outside the door, and then calmly continued packing his bags.

"She has a competition to attend. Because it was scheduled long ago, she can't make it." This wasn't a wedding in the true sense, so she told Ye An that he didn't need to go.

They stopped in front of the dilapidated estate, and the Emperor walked in first. Gripping a long sword, his expression stern and grim, his eyes swept across the desolate courtyard like lethal blades.

Phinks was not a particularly clever person, but having grown up in Meteor City, he understood one rule: if you want something, you seize it. And as for what you cannot seize—well, you simply stop wanting it.

At this moment, Du Rui was caught between laughter and tears, thinking to himself: Could it be that my frequent visits to the inner palace to treat Princess Jinyang have caused her to develop feelings for me over time? But what on earth should I do about this?

Without seeking Xu Jing's consent, Liu Yihua hooked his left arm around her neck, slid his right hand behind her knees, and lifted her entire body up in one fluid motion.

"Our Brother Hao is never short on money, right Brother Hao? Why don't you show us your card?" Zhang Yun grinned slyly and nudged Jiang Hao with his elbow.

"Forget it! I think things are pretty good right now! When the day comes that I can no longer get by, I'll come looking for you, alright?" Yue Yingfeng politely declined without a second thought, because he had too many things here that he couldn't bear to leave behind.

All along the way, Lu Shasha addressed Fang Yiwen as "brother" with every other word, and it sounded completely natural.

The Berbers, like the Samoans, were born warriors. They endured hardship and labored tirelessly, fearing no perils. Historically, the Berbers led by Shoshenq I even established the Twenty-second Dynasty of Ancient Egypt.