Chapter 228: Hu Xiuyuan Questioning His Life!

Far off in the distance, Cao Hui witnessed the scene unfold.

A faint look of utter bewilderment swept across his face as he muttered under his breath, "Bloody hell, what kind of monster is that? Does he even still belong to the human race?"

Li Chang'an, channeling both the six-armed triad deity form and the colossal manifestation simultaneously, was not only monumental in sheer scale but possessed a defense that was nothing short of staggering; from afar, the hundred-meter titan resembled an immense mountain peak, and a maximum-effort strike from a seventh-rank mystic arcanist had managed to leave only a modest scratch upon his toe.

Once this triumph was presented to the throne, at a time when the whole of Northern China languished under the cruel depredations of the slave cavalry and the Emperor was plagued with vexation, such a spark of joy would surely command a bounty that was anything but meager.

This was perhaps the most radiant moment of joy Emperor Chongzhen had known since his ascension to the throne. Small wonder, for beset on all sides by failing coffers and faltering troops, he had spent his days in frantic desperation without a single day bringing genuine tidings of a grand victory from his official army.

By the time Ye Fei and Apple Cider made their way over, the prime hour for watching the sunrise had long since slipped away; yet as Apple Cider gazed at that crimson orb suspended upon the eastern horizon, she still cheered and shouted with delight, drawing a fair amount of attention from the other players who had gathered there to admire the dawn or to grind their levels.

Qiao Mingjin was suddenly reminded of the thick, rich layers of decomposed earth buried beneath the withered branches and fallen leaves in the woods—why, that was pure fertilizer! It was magnificent nourishment for cultivating flowers, planting trees, growing vegetables, and tilling the land.

All along the way, the women from the households of Chen Jincai and Zhou Baishan remained on tenterhooks, waiting for Jun Li to break the silence and probe them about exactly what the Yang clan matriarch had summoned her to do; they knew Jun Li had always been open-handed with her wealth, and believed that the moment she spoke, they would have another opportunity to reap some benefit.

Hua Xin'er naturally discerned the thoughts harbored in Liu Feng's mind, offering a subtle smile that conveyed her sense of helplessness. Without delay, she took hold of Guo Jia's left and right wrists to feel his pulse.

With rage and anxiety rushing to her heart, compounded by the sheer terror Ruirui had inflicted upon her moments before... Princess Pingran's vision went black, and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

"It seems there haven't been any," God Said There Shall Be Light murmured with a slight knit of his brow; he had logged into the game the very moment the servers opened, placing him among the vanguard to enter the novice village, and had immediately departed the settlement to grind levels outside, never encountering any race from beyond Asia along the way, making these few blonde-haired, blue-eyed Westerners the first he had ever laid eyes upon.

Losing face was likely a secondary concern; what mattered most was that he had failed to secure even a single scrap of the wealth and treasures he so deeply coveted, had he not?

The moment I drew out the inkstone, those few cats halted in their tracks, glanced to their left and right, and began maneuvering toward the flank where Feizi and Zhang Xingyu stood, attempting to launch an assault from the frog's right side; taking advantage of their momentary distraction, I swiftly flicked my finger with a sharp hiss, preemptively initiating the strike.

The entire family gathered together to watch comedies; so long as it was amusing and engaging, they would find joy in it, their expectations being far from demanding.

The man stared intently at her retreating figure, wondering what on earth had transpired after she vanished beneath that tree where they had made their last pact, and why she had changed, becoming so utterly unlike her former self.

Upon hearing Song Yifei's inquiry, Chen Qianyang did not beat around the bush, though a bitter smile played upon his lips.

The reason she had uttered the words 'my gentleman' was naturally to declare her home turf and status to the surrounding company, a point that Shen Dong and Gao Yi understood with perfect clarity.

Dao Wuya and the fat man moved away from the threshold, taking a step forward when a sudden, wet squelch echoed beneath their feet.

"They came as a coordinated group to begin with, yet their reactions are still this sluggish," Fu Shaobin remarked, still holding the opinion that they fell short of Guan Hong and his companion.

Crafted from century-old tung wood that was as unyielding as tempered steel, the body of the zither disintegrated beneath an incomparable force of fist-ki, its strings of black-gold silkworm thread snapping one by one with sharp, resonant cracks.

Had it not been for the lack of resemblance between Cheng Qing and Chancellor Wang, Gu Hongtai would have harbored grave suspicions that Cheng Qing might well be the Chancellor's illegitimate son.

Hardly had the words left his mouth when a figure resembling a doctor stepped out from the corridor, walking straight over to the nurse's station to reach out and collect several medical charts, pausing in his tracks upon catching sight of Ouyang Lai.

He was Luo Chengyang's other assistant and a man who understood his superior's mind intimately; the tasks entrusted to him naturally carried a profound and calculated significance.

Just as it had been upon her arrival, he escorted her back to her homeland aboard his private jet, bidding farewell to the America where she had lived for three months; the only difference was that on her journey out, she had been locked in a deep slumber, whereas this time, she was entirely awake.