56 Persuasion

Although the killer whale was stranded, that big fellow just flopped around a couple of times and made its way back into the sea, far surpassing any ordinary whale.

After saying this, he personally poured a cup of tea for Su Yu, but Su Yu turned his face away with a look of utter disgust.

On this day, Zhao Su and Zhao Gou were happily charcoal-grilling two large lobsters weighing over ten pounds each inside the city lord's mansion.

The spectators below were somewhat numb by now, except that this time the swaying motion of the hot air balloon seemed even more exaggerated than before.

Hearing that her younger sister had finally agreed to marry Xu Qing, Cijing was extremely delighted. As for what was said afterwards, she did not care at all, believing that her sister would one day let go of her preconceptions about Xu Qing.

He could not help looking outward in curiosity, only to see an old Daoist priest holding a whisk being escorted in under the custody of Constable Xing and the others.

Chi Caiying forced herself to shake her head, sitting upright and motionless on the stool like a robot, with her back held rigidly straight.

Inside a pavilion in the distance, a noble figure in lavish attire sat watching the lotus flowers in the pond, completely lost in thought.

Li Siwan looked up to meet his clear, watery eyes. The gentle smile on his face, amid this cold night, felt like the warmth of a spring breeze, wrapping tightly around her.

On his way back, passing through the southern border, he discovered a newly hatched peacock with extraordinary innate talent and brought it back to serve as his mount. Now he also understood that the peacock's mother had likely tracked him down.

The tenant farmers were poor and lacked the money to marry wives, often trading their own sisters to other tenant farmers in exchange for wives to continue their family lineages. This was the most prevalent way for tenants to marry.

The City God is an underworld deity tasked with protecting a city. Within the Daoist pantheon, it is a deity that eradicates evil, guards the nation, and governs the souls of the departed in the netherworld. Although he had already met two City Gods, he had yet to visit a City God temple, and he intended to take this opportunity to observe a legendary divine dojo.

Ever since then, all human traffickers in the capital had to be affiliated with a few brokerage agencies holding "special licenses," otherwise their actions would be classified and punished as human abduction.

As for Liu Zhizhong, owing to his meritorious service in reporting others and his substantial benefits gained through Sun Shaozong, he had already been placed on the list for provincial assignment, scheduled to take up a post as a pacification commissioner (rank 4b) in an outer province by the end of the year at the latest.

"You know about it too? Alas, had I known Ouying Tingshuang's identity earlier, I would not have treated him that way," Zi Hong said with a hint of a sigh.

Seeing this, Lü Bu had no choice but to explain himself: "The Bingzhou army has always belonged to Ding Yuan. I am only permitted to command troops during times of war; once the war ends, my military authority is revoked, and I return to the inspector's office to serve as a registrar."

Originally, she held her spine straight, which masked it, but as she relaxed, the tight-fitting tube top beneath her goose-yellow court dress accentuated two uplifted contours.

Squinting his eyes and moving his mouth, Jiang Xiaofeng took a deep breath before picking up the fried rice and shoveling it into his mouth.

"Isn't the Baiya Forest not far ahead? Where on earth is the headquarters of your Demonic Cult?" Ouying Tingshuang asked with astonishment.

Terrified to the point of a pale face and trembling limbs, Tao Meizhi ran to the restaurant counter, grabbed the telephone, and dialed the police.

Jiuka scratched his head. He had just given the door handle a hard pull, and the outcome was entirely predictable—how could it possibly open without entering the password?

However, in the nearly ten thousand years since the founding of the Bitao Martial Academy, every year disciples entered the mountains for trials, yet not a single trial team had ever succeeded in slaying a mid-tier spirit beast and obtaining its spirit core.

Prompted by Shen Mingzhou's people, they claimed that Shen Hui had conspired with others to seize Jigong Mountain, but when the plot was exposed and the third chieftain was killed, Shen Hui was punished accordingly.

"Although LR's Feign Death prevents targets from being selected to cast spells, AOE spells are not bound by this restriction. Do you understand what I mean?" Zhang Ning did not spell it out, continuing to speak with a mischievous smile.

Liu Lizhan was instantly enraged, shouting, "Old man, do you think you are a Buddha to lecture me like this? Even in the Huayuan Pool of the Bixue Divine Monarch, I dare to commit a massive slaughter!" With that, he prepared to strike.

However, there was no time to dwell on this now. Jiuka fumbled around, creating a clattering noise as he shook the iron chains on Natalia, yet after a great deal of effort, he still failed to remove them from her.

As a league host, it was truly inappropriate to linger at the scene to gawk, so it was best to keep a distance.

Suddenly, Yang Qingxuan's figure moved with a tremendous bang, charging directly through the ring of lightning to crash right in front of Linghu Hong.

Although this group possessed relatively strong overall strength among the dwarves, in front of Princess Lingxuan, those dwarf powerhouses were completely insignificant and posed no threat to her.

Above his head, the power of the Golden Crow gathered, with the blazing sun residing within, uniting all the fiery strength of the world into his single form.

With his physical body shattered, his primordial spirit severely damaged, and nearing the end of their lifespans, the members of the Li family stood no chance of escape before Chen Ting. With a flick of a hand, clouds and rain covered the sky like a canopy, encompassing the eight wastes, while a cosmic furnace rose to directly refine them.

Once Lin Yan recovered his memories, or when that heaven-defying power grew slightly stronger, he might be allowed to survive completely.

At this moment, Feng Chenxiao wore a cold expression and breathed evenly, clearly having entered a state of deep meditation. In truth, at his level, daily meditation yielded almost no significant benefit anymore. What he required now was to venture out of the valley for real-world trials.