bookpower Chapter 45
Chapter 45
"Take your time—what do you think?" Immortal Consort Jingshui stepped back, causing the fluttering shower of flower petals to disperse, leaving a single petal floating gently before his eyes.
The Eight Banners’ shield carts arrived at the front of the first trench, and soldiers quickly took wooden planks from the carts to build a pathway.
While saying this, Wei Ye channeled his Daoist true energy, and although his voice wasn’t loud, it echoed throughout Feng Tiannan’s garden.
Qingzhou was Chen Mo’s stronghold. To secure stability, he left Chief Scribe Xun You and Subordinate Commander Chen Gong to oversee it, while he led 25,000 troops, with Taishi Ci, Guan Hai, and Zong Bao defending. Chen Mo then set out with Assistant Minister Xu Shu, Anti-Bandit General Huang Zhong, and his personal guard captain Dian Wei, leading 20,000 elite soldiers towards Suanzao.
After leading them a short distance, Jiang Xiao took out the Crimson Heart Jade and pointed to the ground. “The exit is right here,” he said, activating a spell.
After four matches, everyone recognized Lin Tao wasn’t someone to trifle with. No one challenged him again for the rest of the preliminaries, and on the first day of the arena competition, he advanced with five cards in hand.
“Madam, just call me Ruo Zhu. I’m friends with Xue An, so this is only natural,” Bai Ruo Zhu said with a smile.
Deng Lin sat next to Mr. Qiu in the courtroom to observe, just as Magistrate Bai had instructed Jiang Yichun to sit aside, though Jiang insisted on staying beside Bai Ruo Zhu. Arriving late, Deng naturally assumed Jiang was simply another witness.
From the moment Bao’er appeared, Mo Hen hadn’t taken his gaze off her for even a second.
Xu Lang and Cheng Yiyi returned home after drinking, leaving Zhao Zhiruo alone at the dining table, silently sitting before a spread of untouched dishes.@@@@
Ye Jinhui had taken a nap, now dressed in a simple white robe that billowed in the breeze, giving him an ethereal aura.
In reality, most theme songs, ending themes, and even background tracks in films and TV shows aren’t created by a single team.
“No.” Muyu instinctively felt there was more to it, but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. He sensed that Old Yan’s words had a different purpose.
Sha Hong was reflecting on the sequence of his mission: starting with a murder, then some sightseeing, followed by a chase. As he prepared to return to his room, he didn’t notice someone charging at him until he was tackled to the ground.
The mandarin duck pendant had been a gift from Chu Hui just a few days earlier. Though roughly carved and poorly made, on someone as refined as Gu Xun, it somehow appeared elegant.
Ma Qing looked at Liu Yi in his arms with genuine affection; it was the first time he’d felt such tender care.
However, this way of writing indeed caused no end of trouble for Jia Dan—writing two lines only to delete four, his receding hairline steadily worsening.
Making Lin Rongshen explain this to my mother would be insane; I immediately declined, saying, “No need, I’ll tell her myself.” Ignoring Lin Rongshen, I grabbed my dress and went off to find my mother.
Yang Guo put on some rhythmic DJ music, which lightened the tense atmosphere in the car. The journey was both long and short, and soon they arrived at the entrance of Golden Peak Tower.
I almost blurted out that she had pushed me down the stairs, but that wasn’t what I needed to tell Luo Ange.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Little did Mu Yingchen know that in his employees' eyes, he was somewhat of an enigma.
While fighting, Xia Luo made sarcastic remarks, which infuriated Chen Henian to the point of near-explosion. If someone had thrown straw on his head, he might have burst into flames.
Laughter echoed through the carriage, spreading down the empty streets, infecting even the guards surrounding the carriage, whose expressions relaxed noticeably.