An earful from you is like an earful indeed.

Although Sheng Yimi was inwardly astonished, she had long grown used to keeping a cold face, and so she showed no visible stir of emotion.

The filming crew adjusted the camera from time to time, capturing each scene with precision to ensure that every detail was recorded.

After the edit was finished, the closing of the video appended the many injustices Liu Yi had suffered from childhood to adulthood.

There was her being the top liberal arts scorer in the national college entrance exam, yet never receiving a diploma, and there was also her buying the gate to the Di family refuge.

“Oh my heavens! I put in too little water!” Madam Xiao hurriedly switched off the induction cooker, then carefully lifted the pressure cooker holding the lamb trotters soup off the burner. Only after the steam inside had completely released did she twist open the lid, and at once a rich, steaming fragrance of lamb broth rushed out toward her.

When the chieftain saw this, he bent down and snapped off a branch. With a sweep of his hand, the leaves and twigs all fell away. Then, with a flick of his wrist, the wooden staff, more than five feet long, writhed in his grasp like a snake. Wang Hou’s scalp tingled. What sort of skill was this? How could a stiff branch, once in his hands, seem to come alive and become part of his body?

Fang Meng nodded, then gave a loud shout and charged toward Meng Qi once more. Seeing this, the audience on the field also came to themselves. It seemed this match would at least not be so dull after all.

Thus, he had spared no effort before in constantly weakening Edward’s faction, striving ceaselessly for his own succession.

In truth, Meng Qi’s cultivation speed in the Black Emperor Sect had increased so dramatically not merely because the spiritual energy there was far denser than in the forest where he had lived.

The old matriarch, seeing that her daughter-in-law was unharmed, let out a quiet breath of relief. She had truly been frightened just now, and as her taut nerves loosened, her own body began to feel unwell as well.

“What are you doing? Move aside!” The voice from behind made Wang Hou start. He quickly turned around and saw Princess Jocelyn hurrying over, with Prince Froz behind her, hat in hand, following close at her heels. Wang Hou frowned slightly, thinking that Jocelyn had indeed run into a troublesome prince and would likely not be able to shake him off anytime soon.

Before long, Meng Qi had already regained the ability to move. He rose from the ground, brushed the dirt and disarray from his clothes, and cupped his hands in salute. “I am Meng Qi. May I ask how I should address the two of you?” As he spoke, he took out the identity token from his storage pouch.

“Impressive. He actually used movement to evade a four-hit combo!” Tian Ba exclaimed in surprise from nearby.

Hearing the two of them, Feng Xiang immediately withdrew his wary gaze and thanked them with obvious delight.

At this moment, on the vast and desolate mountain, there was no sound at all except the sighing of the cold wind.

Upon hearing the responses of the assembled disciples, Li Mingran’s true energy surged wildly. A deep current of vital force poured through his right hand, which held the sword, into the blade itself, and at once a dazzling golden light flared from the sword.

“What?” Having just come back to herself, Tan Yu did not understand what Cheng Yiyan meant by that and asked instinctively.

He was very fond of seafood, especially mantis shrimp. Every meal had to be accompanied by a few of them.

So it turns out that in all these years, everything that happened in the secret chamber of our Swan Sound Tower was seen by you in full.

Zhu Xia was still not at ease. She sent Zhao Ningning to a hotel, and the two of them slept in the same bed, chatting half the night until after one in the morning before finally drifting off.

But everyone still did not know the exact number of troops in the New Heavenly Empire, so for now they could only brace themselves and resist.

Somehow, at some point, Chen Fangping had already appeared at the kitchen doorway, looking at Yixia, who stood in the light holding a cup. The tenderness in his eyes deepened. It seemed that after a few years, Yixia had made some progress after all; she no longer drank her medicine as if it were poison, unwilling in every way and loathing it in every way.

In all things, she was used to others following her lead; when had there ever been a time she had to obey someone else’s orders?