Chapter 134: Descent of the Celestial Being

Dong Yue took off her coat, revealing a white shirt over a lotus-leaf skirt. Her beautiful legs were encased in long black silk stockings. Someone had to take responsibility for Qin Dong's death. She wanted to take the blame for Lu Fei and confess that she was the one who administered the poison. Thus, she prepared herself for death. Her only regret was that she had never been in love in her life; before she died, she wanted to have one perfect, intimate encounter with Lu Fei.

"Why didn't you strike?" Xiao Caifu glared at Chu Qing, who remained unmoved, her eyes filled with frustration.

Zhan Qingyi sat in the car with a faint, sweet smile on her lips. Tang Henan, sitting in the driver's seat, turned back with a smile. "Qingyi, you look truly beautiful today." His words were entirely sincere, and Zhan Qingyi was indeed beautiful; he was not just saying it to be pleasant.

"Is... is this the Soul-Returning Soup I am supposed to drink?" Zhang Jianhao asked hesitantly, pointing nervously at the bowl of red liquid.

At this moment, seventeen thousand main troops of the She were stationed around Beiyu County, and with the reinforcements that had arrived shortly before, the main force now numbered thirty-seven thousand. Against Yang Heng, victory was certain.

"You have a grudge against me, but must you also take it out on this apple?" She didn't want to eat, but the child in her womb needed nourishment.

Half a month had passed, and the full moon in the night sky had long since waned into a crescent. It hung leisurely in the horizon, occasionally obscured by a passing cloud, only to reveal itself again a moment later.

Pah! Qiao Ziyan spat crudely. What a fool! Did he think Fengying was a shelter where anyone could stay just because they wanted to? He probably didn't know how the people in Fengying operated; if he really dared to act recklessly, they would surely tear him limb from limb.

Compared to the panic of the servants, Shuo'er, curled up on the sofa reading comics, simply changed his posture with great composure.

"Brother Zhao, it's her," Ye Liang said softly and faintly. For some reason, her eyes suddenly throbbed with pain and then began to well up with tears.

"System, search for the next trial world," Fang Cheng said, looking into the distance with a sense of loneliness.

With a loud bang, an incomparable force erupted. The arena began to tremble instantly, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became chaotic under the force of this move. Shockwaves surged, obscuring the scene on the arena once more, which caused great anxiety among the onlookers.

He had become the first officer and acting captain only three months ago. He hadn't gone down to serve as a squadron commander, and since this ship was the flagship, its captain was a lieutenant of the same rank as him.

Thorin's concern was not without merit. Opening the back door of the Lonely Mountain required a specific time, and the window was not exactly generous.

Cang Yun watched as the seven-colored Cang Yun held Ji Ling's hand. He felt a mix of bitterness and strangeness in his heart; after all, the one holding Ji Ling's hand was not some other demon, but himself.

Given his seniority and rank, he was more than qualified to serve as the captain of an Ironclad Type IV, or even to command a patrol fleet of three such ships. The problem was that during his time as first officer, he had returned to the homeland with Song Qing to draw reinforcements from the local fleet.

After being hit, a fire broke out, igniting the oil and fuel, which then set off the reserve coal in the bunkers behind. The raging fire and thick smoke formed a black column that engulfed the entire stern of the ship and was spreading toward the center.

When did the Young Palace Master develop the habit of counting, and why did she always use it on me? As soon as I showed any sign of resistance, she would start counting on her fingers. Good heavens, if I couldn't retrieve the Glazed Bead in this lifetime, she could use those three numbers to pressure me forever.

The sword light in the hands of Ping Qing and Ping Jian flared brilliantly, thrusting toward the two blade auras of Ghost Musashi. The yellow clouds within the Immortal Execution Sword Formation were drawn upward, wrapping around the giant sword and soaring into the sky.

Zhou Ran had never considered that choosing a target for a substitute was a matter requiring such careful deliberation, as there was a great deal of nuance involved.