Chapter 40: Exposed?

"Does it taste good?" Yu Xiangsi asked.
"It's alright."
Yu Xiangsi continued, "I'm so tired. I have to go to work again tomorrow."
"Mm."
Yu Xiangsi glanced at him. Unsure of why he was being so difficult, she...
"There's no need to be standing guard here this early, is there?" Huoyun assumed Mu Xiaoxiao had been waiting there since early morning.
"Yanzi, didn't your cousin tell you today that he likes you?" Could it be that because of her, Gongsun Yunze hadn't had the chance to confess?
Upon returning from the Young Master's place, the scouts Li Zansheng had sent to investigate the Myriad Ravines also returned.
During this time, he had encountered many spiritual materials of the tenth grade or higher, and even harvested a few semi-sentient items. Unfortunately, he had yet to find anything truly sentient; perhaps he had not yet reached the depths and was still wandering in the outer regions.
Murong Qing hesitated, seeing that Noble Consort Liu did not appear to be angry. He took two steps forward, but his clothes were tugged by the wet nurse behind him. Murong Qing turned to look at her, only to see the wet nurse shaking her head with a tense expression, signaling him not to go over.
The difficulty level was also very high, at least four stars! However, compared to previous matters, there was something different about this.
Mo Chenxi did not know why, but even though Ji Rongyu had not answered, she did not believe her words were empty. Regardless of the outcome, it was clear that she would certainly take action against the Jiang family. Evidently, she was also venting her anger on them due to their unfair treatment.
A'Tao stole a glance at Cang Li and found his gaze lingering obsessively on the person lying on the couch. She rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Ji Rongyu felt a tremor in her heart, accompanied by a sense of guilt. She reached out her hands to catch his tears.
Shortly after, everyone saw the Emperor dressed in casual attire, along with the Crown Prince of the Wuxi Kingdom, also in plain clothes, accompanied by the Duke of England.
Spear and sword collided; the soft sword was knocked aside, and the spear, like a venomous dragon, struck with unstoppable force. "Squelch," it pierced deep into Master Mo's throat. Consumed by hatred, Chu Feng roared, "Die!" He twisted the spear, and the wound widened to the size of a bowl.
After everyone departed, the great hall fell into silence. Beichen Haoxuan wearily rested his head in his hand, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the couch to contemplate.
Within the Chengqian Palace, a ghost-like stillness prevailed, yet it felt suffocating. The room was thick with the scent of alcohol, and Ouyang Hai hardly dared to step forward to look at Beichen Haoxuan's face.
However, his cross was blocked by Kim Jin-kyu. Without stopping the ball, Kim Jin-kyu sent a long pass to Molina in the midfield. Molina controlled the ball, turned, and faced the Guangzhou Evergrande defensive line directly.
In reality, although the villagers had given Li Jinyuan that nickname, no one ever dared to call him "Big Gun Li" to his face.
Yet, Lan Yize seemed not to notice anything inappropriate. After helping her put on her undergarments, he did not forget to straighten her body, squinting his deep eyes to gaze at her.
After the Princess Consort consoled him, he did not feel that Chu Lin harbored a secret crush on him, but at least he felt less dejected, and his spirits slowly began to recover.
Li Qingshan spotted Mata's position. Mata first made a vertical run, then suddenly cut across, momentarily shaking off his pursuers.
Seeing Song Haoran defeated, several disciples of the Taiji Xuan Sect cried out in alarm, a sense of fear emerging on their faces.
"Who's acting cowardly?" Can't I look back to check our retreat route? After all, the opponent is armed, and you said yourself we aren't Rambo.
"Yaoyue, there's no need for you to return to the Qingxuan Immortal Sect. Just stay here in the Changqing Immortal Kingdom!" At this moment, Li Tian’s gaze slowly descended, causing Yaoyue to feel an inexplicable sorrow.