Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Gu Insect Skeleton

Swish, swish—
Just as Ye Feng was struggling to detoxify Li Yueyao and Liu Ruyan, a bubbling sound suddenly emerged from near Wu Changfu, who had previously collapsed on the ground.

Seeing Yaoyao coming up, Qu Nanxiu felt even more panicked inside. On one hand, he had no idea just how capable Yaoyao truly was; on the other hand, he was afraid she might fall and break something, thereby exposing the truth.

Driven either by curiosity or a genuine desire for cooperation, Li Tong was very much looking forward to a meeting with his ex-wife. Boss Sun did not hesitate at all and readily agreed to the matter.

"Master, what about you? What do you think?" Jian Dong'er looked at her husband. What she herself thought did not matter much, but she believed her husband was always the wisest.

Upon learning the news of the Marquis of Jingbo's death, Su Hao felt a sudden, wave-like stabbing pain in her heart, akin to being pierced by a sword. She wondered if perhaps everything the Marquis of Jingbo had said was true, and perhaps they really had been betrothed.

"General Bai dares not let me search the Military Governor's Mansion—is it because he has a guilty conscience?" Before so many commoners and Suicheng military officers, in order to uphold her own influence, Su Hao concluded that General Bai would not dare to do anything to her.

Ye Tian fell into a brief silence: Clearly, Sister Liangchen had already agreed to help the three of them write songs, so why had a problem arisen on their end yet again?

The room was brightly illuminated by candlelight. Su Hao raised her head and looked around. This gambling den was not located underground; it was very spacious and featured private rooms. The place she had just emerged from was also designed in the style of a private room.

Looking past the guests who were leaving in disarray, she caught sight of Huangfu Xiu from afar, still up on the banquet dais, chatting and laughing with the Empress Dowager. Realizing she would have to wait a while longer, and standing foolishly outside this canopy right now made her far too conspicuous, she turned around, intending to sit back down inside the canopy.

Yet under the present circumstances, they were trapped, surrounded on all sides by the Northern Zhou people—wasn't this precisely the time suited for the tortoise formation?

Yet for a moment, she truly could not think of any way to help Tang Moshen.

Had it not been for L intentionally withholding information, Yang Yi would not have been completely in the dark like this; he only would have needed to spend a few points to thoroughly figure out the background of this organization.

"Not that kind of hard. It means 'ironing requires a strong frame', the kind of hard where the blacksmith needs to be strong himself!" Chen Cang waved his hand and said mysteriously.

Moreover, the sensation transmitted from his avatar told him that this avatar still needed to find a magical treasure to serve as a vessel for habitation.

Tang Ming could not help shedding tears. Although he had already come to terms with many things, Yun Potian was the first person close to him to die, and he still found it somewhat difficult to accept.

"No, Senior Brother, you only need to pin down Lin Yue. Once he is out of the equation, the entire situation can be turned around again. As for Dou Heng, I will go kill him myself." Lin Yue's formidable strength had just been explained, and Yi Shi Fengghua naturally understood. Now it all depended on how he chose to act.

She had not dedicated herself exclusively to researching it all these years, so her gains were not massive, yet she still reaped rewards, culminating in this move, "Battle Maiden Matchless". Ordinary eloquent orators could temporarily stir the emotions of a crowd with words; there was no reason she could not do the same.

An Lu instantly became intoxicated. Not only did her pretty face turn crimson, but judging from her exposed, smooth, and tender skin, even her body was coated with a dreamy, provocative flush of pink. Kissing Yang Yi at this moment, her eyes were melting with seduction, and her breath smelled like orchids.

Just as Wang Song had told him, once the gang leader arrived, Wang Song would be the sinner, whereas he, Wang Jin, would be the meritorious hero.

After seeing off numerous guests, Huo Bao gently stroked the fragrant flower and precious candle in his arms, silently gazing into the distant horizon.

Han Bo simply wanted to return to District 7 alone and wander around at random. He wanted to see what District 7 had become ten years later. This feeling was akin to homesickness.