Chapter 119: Invitation to Participate in the Mission

While gathering supplies, he introduced the items and the quantities they could provide. Lu Dayong and the others watched silently, their expressions growing increasingly grave. Aside from the medicines, the other materials were indeed scarce.

Su Lian sat sideways on the couch, her delicate brows unconsciously clouded with worry. Perhaps it was the overthinking that often comes with pregnancy; she tended to dwell on certain thoughts. The Imperial Concubine was the Imperial Concubine, and she was herself. If one foolishly craved excessive glory and status, they would ultimately lose even more. Contentment alone brings lasting happiness. She only wished for safety and peace for herself and her child.

Yasha stared blankly at the fallen Shaliya, slowly lowering her right foot. Her entire body was tense, unwilling to relax even slightly. Such a formidable opponent demanded unwavering vigilance until the very last moment.

“She lived in the Kunning Palace for so many years—what could she possibly be dissatisfied with? Hmph.” Xuan Ye’s voice was laced with resentment and jealousy. The Kunning Palace was the residence of the Empress Dowager, the most exalted place in the realm, yet his mother had never once enjoyed its privileges.

“One sedan chair, two horse-drawn carriages—that’s all the emperor sends to welcome the former emperor?” Hu Wei’s eyes widened to their limits as he demanded an explanation from the eunuch delivering the imperial edict.

Liang Tiantian thought of that little tiger. Their father treated them well, but that child remained a thorn in their hearts.

Father Bai was recounting a story about a Bai Minghe who had been mythologized, but in reality, he was a stranger—a stranger who no longer belonged to the same time and space as the Bai family.

The two shouted simultaneously and collided fiercely. Night Hawk’s strength was immense, and the Cheetah, as a genetically enhanced mutant, was one of the strongest. Their clash erupted with a powerful roar, and the daggers in their hands disintegrated into powder upon impact.

Xie Lanhe was somewhat shocked—not by An Lan’s words themselves, but by the ideas expressed, which coincided perfectly with his own long-held thoughts.

After the attack, Lin Youde delivered a televised speech in which he used the term “terrorism” publicly for the first time and labeled the attackers as terrorists.

Mochou’s Ice Soul Silver Needles were devastatingly effective. Whenever she threw them, a flurry of ice shards would scatter. The two assassins fought their way from the west to the east of the city, and only after exhausting themselves did they manage to repel the first wave of the Huashan assault. The casualties among Huashan disciples at their hands numbered over a thousand—some burned, some frozen—death was agonizingly cruel.

After hanging up the phone in a huff, I lay on the bed glaring at the screen. Fortunately, my father-in-law didn’t call again. After stewing for a while, I thought to myself—he must be as upset with me as I am with him.

Only someone like Helena could maintain a calm and rational judgment, to prevent a juvenile delinquent and a middle-aged man with a juvenile heart from making fools of themselves together.

This was a stage constructed under the leadership of Yu Huayun, a top-ranked warrior, assisted by Lin Wan and other prince-level blood vampires from the Ranger Guild—a home arena. Yu Huayun had astonishingly used Taoist formations to simulate a battleground akin to a vampire challenge arena.

Gu Xixi stared at the numbers on the bill. At her current salary, even if she lived without eating or drinking for years, she still couldn’t afford it.

The Daywalker Alliance was called an alliance, but in reality, the relationships among the major sects were far from harmonious. For example, China and North America were not enemies, but they certainly weren’t particularly friendly or affectionate either.

Though he didn’t speak, he had already executed the “Eight Steps to Escape the Cicada” lightness skill, leaping over a long table to position himself in front of the security guard.

Tam gently pulled the quilt up, covering Jiang Wanhao’s ear with the edge, careful not to wake her.