Still oblivious to the true scale of the world, are you?

Liu Yi watched Xiao Feng eating with such relish that she ladled out what remained in the pot, filled a bowl for herself, and, since there was still some left over, gave him another serving.

She picked up her chopsticks and tasted it.

It was only a tiny bit better than ordinary home cooking.

Because she had never been praised like this in all her life, she suddenly felt that perhaps her culinary skills really were quite good after all.

Once she had eaten and drunk her fill, she rolled up her sleeves and began frying melon seeds.

Liang Zuan hurriedly took over the task for her.

After he finished frying them—

He had also been the one to give her the courage to go on living, so instinctively, she had come to regard him as a warm-hearted older brother.

The two of them had traveled together for a long time, fighting side by side day and night. Yet this was the first time Lu Ran had ever “touched” her.

After Long Chaoyue had gone to the bridal chamber and Chen Yuanqing had finished drinking with the generals, the Red Lady found a deserted place and began to sob bitterly.

“We still need to contact Xuanfu, Datong, and the other regions to find out what is happening there.” Jing Tianchu was unwilling to fall behind either.

“That is not the main point. I came here today to offer you a way to live. Whether you are willing to take it is up to you.” Zhong Nan came straight to the point.

In the fourteenth year of the Wanli reign, Consort Shu Zheng also gave birth to a son. She had already been deeply favored by Zhu Yijun, and not long after entering the palace, she had been made Consort Shu, later rising to Consort De. Now that she had borne him a son as well, her status rose once again, and she was elevated from Consort De to Noble Consort.

Therefore, Fang Yurong used different methods with different people. She guided only those commoners whose hearts inclined toward goodness to believe in immortals. As for those consumed by greed, she erased all notions of immortals from their dreams and did not guide them at all.

Luo Mingyue did not hear what Fang Yurong said afterward, because after pushing the coffin away, she had lain down on the bed to rest.

Before long, the various medicinal ingredients blended together, and their pungent smell gradually transformed into a delicate fragrance.

“Big Brother Zhong, please sit.” Jiang Mo had indeed changed the way she addressed him. Previously, both Qiuxiang and Zhong Nan had repeatedly spoken to her about the matter, but it had never had the slightest effect. Today, Zhong Nan had merely mentioned it in passing, yet Jiang Mo had obediently complied. Her abnormal behavior made Zhong Nan somewhat uneasy.

It was said to be an extraordinarily broad valley floor, stretching for dozens of miles. The soil there was fertile, and many rare medicinal herbs grew within it.

Ye Zheng knew how to resist a true illusion domain as well. However, he had no intention of using that method yet—it was not targeted enough, and employing it now would only be a waste of effort.

Everyone in the hall stared in astonishment at the man they regarded as omnipotent. No one had expected God to utter those three words.

Bocks had come over knowing at least some of the conditions. His old friend Jonas had spared no expense this time. If Apocalypse truly built a factory in Texas and created jobs for ten thousand people, the state legislature would certainly approve the governor’s terms. Nothing else would be a problem. Bocks could not help feeling somewhat envious of Xu Ping’an as well.

Prince Qianqiu summoned the Heir of Qianqiu. Father and son sat at a stone table beneath a peach tree, surrounded by fluttering petals and enjoying perfect leisure.

Feili immediately indicated that he could trade the spirit herb in his possession to Lin Fan, provided Lin Fan exchanged restorative pills for it.

Chen Chuan’s mouth fell open in astonishment. The principal and the German Crown Prince fell silent as well, listening intently to Chen Chuan’s chaotic speech.

“What is the connection for? I only heard that it was for warfare—that they connected because there was no underground communication.” Chen Chuan spoke in confusion.

“What just happened?” Lu Linglong had not been able to see the earlier battle clearly at all, and could not help asking in bewilderment.

No one knew how much time had passed. Gu Le drew a deep breath, then his entire body trembled as he circulated his vital energy. His chest expanded and contracted, and he exhaled a long breath. He immediately felt clear-headed and invigorated from head to toe, his mind lucid and transparent. With a radiant expression, he strode out of the pavilion, leaving behind the dazed and stupefied He Chaolian and Elder Xue.