Chapter 59: Shang Hejing: You are so beautiful, the Pacific Ocean is the drool I shed for you

It was fine as long as she didn't think about it, but once that realization dawned on her, Xu Tanxi felt the atmosphere grow increasingly peculiar.
She gave a light cough and put down her small fork. Shang Hejing did not notice anything amiss and asked, "Done eating?"
"Done. Eat too much and I'll get fat."
Shang Hejing glanced at her: "I don't think there's even two ounces of meat left on you. No need to stress yourself out like that."
Xu Tanxi petted her lips: "Forget it, it's impossible to make you men understand."
She looked at the front...

"These people... truly are a bunch of cowards!" That bearded young man who had taken the lead in declaring his allegiance to Lord Chang'an scratched his head in frustration, loudly proclaiming that he would never associate with those deserters again. His companions echoed his sentiments, though their expressions betrayed a lack of genuine conviction.
Yuanbao thought to herself that having too many idle people around the house wasn't a good thing either. If everyone were as busy as He Dongfeng, there wouldn't be all these petty dramas. No wonder the wealthy families of the past were constantly at each other's throats—it all came from having too much time on their hands at home.
"What I also fail to understand is that in recent years, various signs have proven that there is actually a human force pushing and accelerating this vicious cycle! What on earth is the purpose of this? Could they be out of their minds?!" Old Li added angrily.
Inside the doorway, the ruins of the collapse from years ago appeared before everyone's eyes, and a wave of deathly, bloody stench wafted out.
Seeing the thin, cold smile at the corner of Chu Yuanzhi's lips, Lu Haiyang suddenly realized he had said the wrong thing.
Lin Haiyan looked at He Zhenzhong as he rested, her eyes full of bewilderment, unable to figure out how this guy could be so formidable. Not only could he write and sing songs, but his physical skills were also astonishingly good, and to top it all off, he was rather handsome.
Just at that moment, several dark heads poked out from behind a slope right in front of them. It turned out to be a few people dressed in black, walking toward Youxiao with cold sneers, clearly harboring malicious intent.
Seeing Ning Fuchen hugging such a huge vat and disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye, Liu Bin and the others could not help but admire the young man's fine physique and astonishing strength. The two of them booked their plane tickets together, estimating they would arrive in Tianjing by the afternoon without any issue.
"Lord Lu, it seems Yuli Palace does not possess the corpse of the substitute you spoke of, and the Ninth Princess is safe and sound. Since that is the case, can this prove the innocence of this Princess Consort?" Xiao Xixi smiled as she looked at Lu Haiyang and said.
"Alright! Here is a souvenir for you. This thing is quite tough, though it's of little use to you right now. As for the serial number, nobody could possibly remember it." With that, he handed it over to Youxiao.
Consuming heavenly treasures and unearthing the spiritual veins and spiritual stones of heaven and earth for cultivation was one path, but proving the Dao with his own blood—how could that not be a path as well?
Ah! A friendship as fragile as tissue paper really shatters the moment you speak of it, sigh!" Bai Muyun shook his head after finishing.
Among the seven deities of the Wuxiang Realm, even if Zishan could not exert her strength temporarily, and even if Fengmen, Suiqing, and Xuanbai were all absent from Wuxiang, there was still Shanyin.
During that period of time, Lin Chen could not deny that she had missed him—she wanted to see him, wanted to hold him, wanted to see him smile. And now that she finally saw it, a smile bloomed on Lin Chen's face as well.
Coupled with the enlightenment bestowed by the Master of Creation, the power of merit within his body allowed Jinchanzi to directly attain the sacred Buddha body in his physical form.
Even Lin雅wen and Xia Zhiyun looked in panic at that slender back. Having already reviewed all the student records, Ye Huaiyang naturally knew what was going on. Without saying much, he simply let out a sigh and continued calling out names.
The next morning, while simmering the body-strengthening soup, Li Yunfeng pondered his identity in the late Qing Dynasty. Having hatched a plan, he saw that the medicinal broth was ready and had to temporarily push those thoughts aside, devoting himself entirely to taking the medicine and practicing martial arts.
Because of what had happened earlier at the teahouse, Ji Hongyun returned to her room, slammed the door shut, and sat before the vanity mirror, staring at her own reflection with a ferocious expression on her face.
Hearing Li Dewu's words, Li Dezhong and Old Third Li all wore extremely solemn expressions as they spoke in deep voices.