Chapter 43: Funeral

At this moment, Qiu Hanhui was also thinking that Su Le had brought people along with him. Struggling to control her emotions, she led Molly and Su Le into the living room.

Bai Xuan felt somewhat unaccustomed to the embrace, yet A-shu’s arms were not particularly tight, carrying instead a sunny and warm scent.

"Then I'm going up!" With that, Xu Chu dragged his broadsword and charged forward first, followed closely by the other four fierce generals.

Consort Liang’s slender fingers, adorned with nail guards, rested gently on Eunuch Fang’s arm as she smiled.

Zheng Feng: The Yinping mountain pass is all that remains. If the mountain path is breached by the enemy, Western Shu is finished. Huo Jun shall lead ten thousand men to garrison the post long-term. If the path is lost, bring your head back to see me.

It truly looked devoid of sincerity. Yet, despite his disdain, Young Master Lin gazed at it thoroughly several times before reluctantly placing it into the brocade box, storing it alongside the letters from those three years of warfare.

These garments bore a striking resemblance to the protective suits designed by his mother, though they were somewhat heavier, and the headpiece was extremely peculiar, resembling an iron helmet.

Deeply concerned for his disciple's safety, Tong Yuan ignored Liu Ye's dissuasion and insisted on leading a rescue party. With no other choice, Liu Ye had to send Tieniu along with Tong Yuan to provide mutual support.

Amidst a crisscrossing web of laser beams, Xize darted and dashed, spreading his wings to escape. By the time he broke through the fighter jet encirclement, two holes had already been melted into his suit.

Wei Yang furrowed his brow. Having witnessed countless deaths in battle, he knew that sacrifices were inevitable to quell the flames of war. However, the Third Princess's words were not without reason. The Emperor had only just ascended the throne; if word got out that he was indifferent to the suffering of the common people, his foundation would be exceedingly difficult to secure.

Mid-air, the illusory shadow of a long white sword slowly materialized, with Chen Changsheng standing right atop it.

In the fiftieth year of the Great Ming, he shattered the void, and guided by destiny, he returned once more to this world centuries later.

Leave that aside for now. No matter what, the items Man'er produced were more than enough for her to make a brilliant mark in the world of pastry-making.

"Cousin, I truly do not wish to raise my hand against you!" Murong Fu's eyes were filled with reluctance, exuding an air of scholarly elegance.

As soon as Gu Dashu entered the house, she returned the fifty taels of silver. She had originally thought that her demand to have her mother's and father's memorial tablets placed together would deter Tong Huaiqiong. In her heart, she even cursed Tong Huaiqiong for being vicious—willing to bicker with her deceased mother even at the cost of her grandson's life.

The man's initial anger turned into panic. His younger sister had been thoroughly spoiled. Moreover, having just returned from abroad, his standing in the family was far below that of Baisha; she was genuinely capable of slashing him.

When he took action, he had already prepared compensation as an equivalent exchange. The security guards had pleased him, so it was only natural that he grant them some benefits.

He was now a completely different person from the chubby kid who had just said, "I am so envious of Chenchen; I want a good dad like Chenchen's dad."

"Once they are made, I'll give each of you a piece to taste first," Tong Huaiqiong said in high spirits.

Kaname Tōsen of Squad 9 sat upright in his crisp, pure white captain's haori, an orange scarf wrapped around his neck, his deep brown skin making him look as though he had just emerged from a pool of coffee.

"Let's leave it at that," Kuroki withdrew his gaze, pulled out his Zanpakutō, and began practicing without the burden of gravity.

Tang Li was exceptionally polite to Guo Dejia, for the latter was no ordinary person, but the foremost talent of Jiangzhou.

Zhou Qing wore a peculiar expression, but following the local custom since she had already decided to join the Profound Yin Palace, as a newcomer, it was naturally not her place to question their rules.

Lina's gaze instantly sharpened. With a deep breath, the way she operated the Delcar car was just as if she were piloting a Win-Falcon fighter jet.

Seeing Qian Daoliu instantly unleash his martial soul, Lin Tong knew it was too late to deploy a soul skill. She immediately triggered the skill of the emerald dragon skull, Ring of Space. A golden ring appeared before the two of them, projecting the location where Qian Daoliu stood.

Although he had already cleared out two of Wener's establishments, the fire in his heart had not diminished in the slightest.

Hearing Lin Tong's voice, the villagers stopped their quarreling and looked over at Lin Tong and Qian Renxue.

"You could say that. The method your master chose for you is the path of entering and dissolving calamity—guiding you to proactively step into the tribulation, step by step erasing the disasters originally destined for you. Only thus do you retain a sliver of survival. It is just that your days, Third, might prove somewhat bitter. Are you afraid?" Lin Fengjiao said, nodding.

The group walked along a corridor, surrounded by swirling, misty vapors as if strolling among the clouds, until they reached the topmost floor.

Sikong Yanwei had not returned for several nights in a row. Although they both resided within the Luocheng Lord's Mansion, catching even a glimpse of each other every day was no easy task.

Thus, she usually responded to clients in this manner. However, regarding this matter, clients typically did not press further, so Guan Zhiwei proceeded to investigate the passing bar owner.

With that, he tossed an overcoat over my shoulders, wrapped me in it, and then turned to walk away toward the parking lot.

Hence, he could not insert himself into the matter at hand. Moreover, Xiongfeng seemed intimidated by the martial artist auras they were currently emitting, not daring to step forward at all.

Andy acknowledged the order, glanced at Old Bao with his deep, unreadable expression, and turned to walk away. The hospital was bustling with people; Old Bao surely wouldn't murder his own biological son.

Hanyue had not been like this in the past. Now that she had become so rude and even somewhat arrogant, could it be that the Heir Apparent had made her some secret promise? Otherwise, with her lowly status, how could she dare to be so insolent?

Yet, one had to admit that this fellow still had a few tricks up his sleeve. After sniffing around, it actually led him to discover the direction in which the Iron-Faced man had fled, and he bolted straight outside.