Chapter 151: Feeling a Bit Tired

Yuan Xiangdie recalled that she had chopped a whole basin of onions back then, and for days, the family meals had consisted of stir-fried meat with onions, dumplings or buns filled with onion… She felt a headache coming on and realized she was about to develop an aversion to onions.

“Xiaodie, what exactly are you doing? That woman across the street is practically loitering for free; she’s been appearing by the roadside every day lately. No one knows what she’s waiting for,” someone remarked carelessly, drawing attention. Yuan Xiangdie sensed that this matter was not so simple and quickly moved toward the roadside, trying to keep her distance from the woman...

Cao Deshun respectfully escorted Han Xizai into the lobby on the first floor. Many officials greeted Han Xizai warmly upon his arrival.

Without hesitation, Chen Long tied up several horses and gathered some branches to cover Hu Che’er, who remained completely unaware. They then activated their lightness skills, swiftly leaping into the thicket and heading straight for the northern exit of the Mangshan mountain tunnel.

Over several cups of hot tea, the conversation was lively but filled with empty words and distractions. Chen Long understood this indicated that Gongsun Zan still harbored plans for Jizhou and that persuading him to retreat would not be easy. Just as the newly brewed tea was nearly finished, a report came in: Qu Yi had arrived with his wife.

“Everyone is so thoughtful. Come, I too will toast on behalf of the people of Yantang, thanking all you benevolent souls,” the sage said with a bright smile as he stood and raised his cup. Du Xinci had no choice but to remain standing.

The strongest power in the entire city was his father, yet his father could not even land a single blow against the White Tiger.

“Zhong Yao ordered Wang Ling to lead five thousand troops as the vanguard, who have already passed Tongguan. He himself leads twenty-five thousand soldiers following behind, while Jiang Jitian and Yu command three thousand troops escorting the provisions,” Cheng Yu explained, bowing.

Moments later, the office was empty except for Mu Yi, who sat alone staring blankly at the ceiling, his mind replaying what Pang De had just said.

Now, Zhuge Liang casually conversed with the Qiang people, so on the battlefield, orders could be given directly without hesitation.

On the twenty-fifth, the appointed military governors Song Wo, Cui Yanjin, Liu Yu, and Meng Xuanzhe led their troops in fierce attacks from all directions, employing catapults against the city walls. The battle raged intensely.

Just as the atmosphere grew warm and harmonious, Ling Tian heard hurried footsteps approaching from outside the door.

Zhou Zekai’s visit was prompted by a wish made by a devotee, hoping for the original work to grow strong, prosperous, and flourishing.

“In the end, not only did they fail to capture anyone, but one was shot through the lung and another broke a leg,” he said, his expression unnervingly calm, like a still lake reflecting the patient lying in bed.

This flying vessel was a low-grade magical item, perfect for a Golden Core cultivator to operate. With Ye Shu, an expert in formation arts, aboard, various defensive arrays were set up, repelling ordinary demon beasts before they could approach.

It seemed that probing memories, at the level of a Heavenly Being, was probably not a difficult skill to master.

Putting oneself in another’s shoes, if an old hag kept leering at you with lustful eyes and frequently groped you, it would be natural to develop murderous intent.

He knew full well that if he mentioned the cursed killing technique to Kang Longji, not only would Kang agree, but he would urge Zhou An to proceed as well. Yet, he could not bring himself to speak the words.

If his appearance with glasses could be rated a sixty-five, then without glasses, he would be a seventy-five.

Once Qin Huairu became pregnant, he planned to match her with Fool Zhu. That way, Qin Huairu could openly give birth to the child without shame.

“Who I send as disciples is none of your concern!” Though the cultivator said this, he was deeply dissatisfied with the performance of those few disciples.

When Lu Fubai awoke, Shi Hui recounted how she had suppressed his injury over the years. Lu Fubai was first surprised that his head ailment was caused by injury rather than some strange illness. However, when Shi Hui speculated about the opportunity this presented, Lu Fubai’s expression grew somewhat strange.

Lin Baimei suspected that Wang Zimo had been holding back too long and was having psychological issues. Indeed, guarding such a beautiful woman without partaking must have caused some mental strain. Lin Baimei’s thoughts spiraled into a jumble, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.