"Good stuff, I’ll take it for my brother. Anyone have any objections?" Xiang Yu smiled as he swept his gaze around.

But Tian Mo only smiled back. If you let someone escape while inside the Tian family’s palace, wouldn’t that be embarrassing for me?

At that moment, Tian Mo was leisurely wandering around the imperial capital, completely unaware of the situation. Perhaps only when the Black and White Young Masters meet in the future would they find out.

"Hmph, Young Master, let’s see if you can catch up to me," he said, turning to leave. Indeed, with the help of the Spirit Liquid, Tian Mo’s progress could only be described as rapid, while Mei Er’s cultivation speed remained the same, making it only a matter of time before he surpassed her.

"Although there are many bugs and poisonous creatures, the people from the Tian Buddha Sect and the Order are not weak, especially the top experts among them, who can even unleash the power of their secret heroic treasures. These poisons have been comprehensively suppressed and can’t create any significant threat," Xue Cheng remarked after glancing around.

He believed that with two or three more bottles, he could use the Spirit Liquid to break through to the Qi Refining Realm in one go.

Heiyan Wu Chang’s face was indeed extremely dark, while Bai Wu Chang’s was notably pale, but what did that have to do with being handsome?

Luo Bin was thrown forward by the terrifying force from the ropes, catching a glimpse of Zhang Yi and the others’ peculiar gazes, and instinctively turned to look back.

Earlier, the Lord of the Underworld, Tian Qijia, had been constantly referring to "gods" and "lowly humans," but at that moment, he had completely changed his tone, and even his attitude had done a 180-degree turn.

Fu Chengjing could now recognize quite a few characters, so naturally, he could understand the comments scrolling by. He frowned slightly at one particular nickname.

On the nineteenth of the first month of the third year of Hongxi, Su Mingya celebrated her coming-of-age birthday in the Buddhist hall. After a serious illness, she no longer refused life. She even personally took on the task of training imitation products. From then on, every year, a seventeen-year-old imitation person would be placed by her side, with a new one replacing it every other year, seemingly preparing for some upcoming event.

"Let’s go. We have people at the Deep Earth Abyss; at least we’re safe here," Mo Yurou said with a smile.

The big-bearded man looked mournfully at his sister, saying, "Don’t mess around, Meng De, you only have one legitimate wife in this life." Cao Meng De? Who else in the world would dare to call him that?

Chu Feihui was not just skilled in medicine; it could be said that his skills in divination were even more impressive than his medical skills.

He struggled to carry the person in his arms onto the shore. On the cold, wintry night, consciousness returned to him without him noticing. Suddenly, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground, anxiously cradling the person on his lap, holding them tightly in his arms.

"Why do you always resist when you know you can’t escape?" He looked at the other person with a half-smile, inquiring.

The men spontaneously organized themselves, pulling out tables and chairs from their homes to set up a grand banquet in the streets.

"Even though it has been a thousand years, and some colors have faded, the painting style is still clear. The technique for painting mountains and rocks is to first outline the contours with thick and thin lines…" Chu Feihui continued to speak confidently.

Yao Yun was considering finding other people when he stepped outside again, wandering around the Caichuantan for a couple of rounds. He selected a few pleasing beautiful maidens, looked them over, turned his head to leave, and found himself at the entrance of Gu Jinyu's dormitory.

Jerry held down Liu Yang’s feet, lifting him slightly as the sea placed a tissue on Liu Yang’s face. Liu Yang struggled, and then the sea began pouring mineral water over him.

Wu Liang actually didn’t know the melting point of steel, and besides, different types of steel had different melting points. However, most steel has a melting point of around a thousand degrees. Heating a steel sword to the point of glowing red was definitely no easy task.

"Yes, yes, we asked the senior from the academy to design it," Mu Mu answered calmly.

Su Yun opened it and felt a slight movement in his heart, slowly a layer of moisture glistened in his eyes.

Shen Qi couldn’t guarantee that advancing the N-S equation project along this line of reasoning would definitely solve the problem.

Yanda allowed Shen Qi’s department more leeway. In order to let the Shen Qi Mathematical Research Center focus on scientific research, Yanda set no strict standards for other evaluation indicators of the center.

Perhaps a renowned domestic director like Qin Gang wouldn’t fear those so-called fans, for he was someone who dared to confront the entire audience directly and openly declare that the current audience was lacking.

As everyone was chattering away, they were all eager to experience what it felt like to sit in the village chief’s position during meetings.

The entire harem was under the supervision of Bu Shou, who was meticulous and had a keen sense of everything happening in the palace.

It couldn’t be said to be self-inflicted, after all, the people of Linjia City didn’t know that the Sky-Blocking Umbrella would attract such powerful magical beasts. The Sky-Blocking Umbrella, being the most common camping ground, was also admired by hunters and warriors alike. It was reasonable for Linjia City to plant the Sky-Blocking Umbrella.

With a light sigh, Ru Huan sat down beside Yu Lin Xiu Ze. She reached over and wrapped her arm around his, gently resting her head on his shoulder, as if by leaning on him, she could share some of his pain, even if just a little.

After finishing his sentence, he realized that his tone and expression might have been overly gentle. To outsiders, it might appear that he and Lu Shanshan were quite affectionate, so he refrained from looking at Miss Lu again and sat back down in his chair.

A faint stream of blood energy emanated from Yun Cangyue, swirling above her head, forming a cloud-like illusion. It looked like it needed a bit more time to solidify.

Zhou Fu’s attitude towards Chen Yuan hadn’t changed due to his recovery; he was still very friendly, even more grateful and respectful than before.

Gulp! The Maha Blood Toad, which had merged with Sha Ba, looked rather disheveled as it was squeezed out, tumbling to the ground and looking a bit panicked as it gazed at its former master, Sha Ba.