Chapter 150: Lu Jianwei, Who Refuses to Save the Dying

It was too rushed at noon and there was no time to prepare a proper meal, so Lu Jianwei planned to treat her younger sister to a nice dinner tonight.

Having no class during the final period, Lu Jianwei returned home early. Duan Xingyue had already arrived, and Guo Zhaolan from next door was talking to her. Seeing Lu Jianwei approach, Guo hurriedly asked, "Is this your sister? Here to jump the queue?"

Lu Jianwei smiled and said, "Yes, this is Sister-in-law Guo."

Duan Xingyue greeted her politely. Sensing from her elder sister's attitude that they had a good relationship with this neighbor, she...

Tang Fan wanted to gradually expand the influence of the Dan Hall across the Five Peaks, and then select some elite disciples from among them to serve as core members of the Dan Peak in the future.

This person was truly as endlessly pestering as ever. Just like in her past life, he would go to the prison every day to repeat those same words to her, simply looking for trouble on purpose.

Compared to the physical changes in Yang An, Li Haihai valued Yang An's terrifying comprehension ability as a "先天道体 (Innate Dao Body)" even more.

Old Father Lin had just snapped out of his angry state when he was instantly tripped up in another pit by that stubborn nerve of blind filial piety inside his own head.

Therefore, the moment the flying sky-ship appeared above the sky of Tiannan City, the Governor of Haizhou and others had already received the news and gathered the people in the shortest time possible, lining up in front of the Governor's Mansion to wait.

Seeing Zhaozhao's tears falling entirely onto Luochen's lapels, dampening a patch of cloud patterns, Duan Yu, who had been following alongside them all this time, hurriedly handed over a handkerchief.

Even the imperial clan elders of the Imperial Clan Court recounted to her the millennium demonic calamity of the Great Qian Dynasty and the path to immortality, hoping she could help persuade Yang An to go to the Imperial Clan Court for secluded cultivation.

Wine had a production cost, and cost determined how much estimated tax was ultimately paid. As for what the exact cost was, it was entirely up to Lu Yi to decide.

Northern Liang丨Xu Fengnian: Nonsense, our alliance leader has topped up so much money, would he even care about such a tiny bit of city-capturing rewards?

Tang Fan erupted with the full force of his immortal veins, and his Immortal Thunder Physique was also completely unleashed, as if combining with the Cloud Thunder Formation to become the commander of all the thunder within the array.

Guo Jing indeed struck the Soft Hedgehog Armor with a punch, and indeed felt that sudden, piercing pain of the barbed hooks. All of this was within Yang Kang's expectations.

As for Hu Zongxian being framed, imprisoned, and dying in his cell, while Xu Jie could not be called the mastermind, standing by and refusing to help was certainly true, and kicking a man while he was down to fan the flames was also ambiguous.

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Lin Xiaowei, given a sedative, finally quieted down. Song Jiaming sat down on the edge of the bed, pushed aside his clothes, and glanced at his shoulder.

The silence lasted for nearly a full minute, until suddenly, accompanied by the shout of a Northern Courtyard disciple, the entire martial arts training ground was instantly drowned out by earth-shattering cheers.

As Lin Feng and Xu Mowei were chatting casually, Lin Feng No. 2 and No. 3, perched on his shoulders, were also communicating with the two Xiao Yuan series figures.

What if your eye moved close, and a steel nail or needle popped out to pierce your eyeball? Don't such plots often appear in horror movies? After all, things like holes are truly capable of arousing deep-seated fear and association in human nature.

After a flurry of busyness, Qin Qiong summoned his deputy generals and assistants to the cabin to assign tasks. Fearing that Qin Qiong could not manage everything by himself, Luo Yi had dispatched four junior generals from Zhuojun to accompany them, all of whom were in the cabin at this moment.

I gazed at the incomplete Bayin Stone in my hand. This object should have been shattered into at least three pieces, and the one before me was precisely the central part. Gripping it in my palm, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged from the bottom of my heart, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

This season was naturally not a good time for traveling. Merchants knew the principle that more haste less speed, and would not trudge through Jiangnan during the plum rain season; otherwise, ruining their merchandise would result in an even greater loss.

Yet no one expected that this seemingly reasonable decision would almost drive Qingdao High School to utter ruin.

Clearly, these two were the assassins sent to sever heads and steal treasures. A certain special medicinal powder was unmistakably applied to their bodies; a glance across them revealed a hazy, shimmering luster that blended almost completely with the surrounding dark vegetation. If not for the true power of the Sun and Moon Divine Pupils, which were truly formidable, anyone slightly weaker would never have discovered their presence.

"Bang!" The lesser demon smashed another punch into the body of the mountain ghost, and to one's surprise, the flesh of the mountain ghost seemed to soften, actually sticking tightly to those fists.

This was a form of extreme blind trust, or to use a more fitting term, faith.

Liu Jian smiled bitterly, "I thought Your Imperial Brother came to see me, but I never imagined it was for her sake." Yet he was not disappointed; under normal circumstances, even if the Empress Mother met with disaster, he might not have come to see him anyway. At the very least, this proved that the hostility in his heart was slowly diminishing.

Kesi had not awakened its physical bloodline for a very long time, but now, in order to summon another helper for Nilu once again, it employed this terrifying ability.

It was merely deceiving oneself. No matter how bad the homeland was, or how many flaws the government had, he still wanted to return.

The jungle lacked its past tranquility and verdure, appearing instead exceptionally noisy. The air still carried a rich, burning scent, and large swathes of trees had been scorched, leaving behind nothing but desolate ruins.

With no other options, King Qing and the Consort Dowager had repeatedly ordered people to invite Mao Leyan, but the servants returned with the report that Mao Leyan had gone on a distant journey and would likely not return for several days. They also summoned the imperial physicians from the palace for a diagnosis, and the physicians all stated that the child's body was in perfect health; as for the distress, there was no corresponding remedy.

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Leng Leng left because he was impatiently driven away by Wang Yue. Although doing so was somewhat lacking in courtesy, it was merely Wang Yue's helpless measure.

A slightly tipsy man looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the meadow free of mosquitoes, horseflies, and botflies, his feet treading upon the soft soil that was exceedingly suitable for reclamation.

These people could not help feeling a chill run through their bodies, looking around as if those they had once trusted all concealed a bronze sword, ready to stab them in the back at any moment.

"No, a village is building a tourist resort recently, so I'm going over to learn a thing or two," Su Leqing said.

Although there was a hint of banter in the words of this purple-robed cultivator, he harbored no genuine malice.

Believe it or not, this trick worked quite well. Hearing Su Leqing's words, Zhang Tong, Yang Guofeng, and Xu Feng all looked over simultaneously.

Had he not quickly driven more of his bloodline power, I'm afraid this protective barrier would have been shattered. At this moment, he, too, felt an overwhelming regret just like the second brother.

"Furthermore, as for the eight sword qi within my body, it is not entirely without a solution now," Ying Quan said meaningfully.

In the dead of night, a stealthy figure appeared, searching around for something within the mine shaft.

"Hello." Compared to Ying Quan, Shi Lan held a very favorable impression of this Imperial Concubine, likely moved by the pair of clear eyes she possessed.

These people harbored impure motives, and Zhao Shizhen was well aware of it. They were simply trying to draw the palace's attention by relying on superior firearms, while their true objective remained opening markets for trade.

The imperial guards answered with puzzlement, bowed, sheathed their blades, and retreated with neat, uniform strides.

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