Chapter 1112: Sacred Body Is Less Than Perfect

"Good, then We appoint you as the official historian of this dynasty, to record the affairs of Our realm!"

The Immortal Fairy set great store by a sense of ritual; when appointing Qinghe, she referred to herself as "We," transforming in a flash into an imperial robe that bore an embroidery of herself upon the front and her eldest martial sister upon the back.

"We thank Your Majesty!"

"Come, come, let us celebrate," Yun Mengmeng called out, raising her cup in invitation; that the Great Bean Dynasty had gained yet another grand general was indeed a matter for great joy and congratulation.

Yun Zhi hesitated over whether she, too, should raise her cup.

Lu Bai looked at Wesley, who appeared exceptionally composed—truly, remarkably composed, with not a shred of chaos about him; only his bloodshot eyes betrayed his true emotions.

Any nervousness regarding the wedding had long since been mastered by her; anxiety was a matter of days past, and particularly today, after obtaining the marriage certificate, she felt entirely at ease, devoid of any tension.

Warband Mission: Reclaim the myriad realms and find the Chaos Martial Embryo; the warband shall then upgrade to level twenty-four.

"Very well, it will have to do!" Zhang Fan crawled sluggishly from the bed, swaying as he walked toward the side of the pot, his mouth instantly watering.

Prompt after prompt chimed out; the aura radiating from Han Yun grew stronger and stronger, and the smile playing at the corners of his lips became increasingly joyful.

Thus he stepped forward, passing beside Lin Feng, his shoulder brushing against him as if by chance; he glanced back, his gaze exceedingly cold.

Yet, the scene from that dream could not help but surface before her eyes once more; she remembered vividly that in the dream, she was already the mother of a five-year-old child. On that day, she had sent the little one to kindergarten, only to discover she was being bullied by her classmates because they taunted her for having no father.

Xue Mu stilled for a moment before calming down, for word of exhaustion had already emanated from Mao Yue Hui Hong's body; the Hidden Mist Technique unleashed by Xue Mu was no ordinary mist magic, as he had fused his own perception into the vapor, allowing him to clearly sense the state of everyone within this foggy formation.

Curse it all, why on earth did that fellow Zhang Fan have to challenge him to a drag race for no reason, and wager twenty million to boot—was he not just acting as though he had too much money to burn?

This Murong Yifang was the august master of the Jade Dragon Sect, a hero of his region and a man of immense wealth. The wine and dishes prepared for his seventieth birthday feast were naturally of the very highest quality.

However, with free materials being provided, Qin Hao was unwilling to let this opportunity slip away. Whether it ended in success or failure, it would be an invaluable experience for him.

After all, having never attended this sort of banquet before—and one of such high standing, no less—she felt awkward no matter what.

Gabriel pulled his gaze away from the viewing window of the kiln and nodded subconsciously, then suddenly realized Geng Lin was making sport of him; he quickly shook his head and returned his stare to the kiln, ignoring him henceforth.

Speaking to this point, Ge Luoli trembled all over; I stared at her in disbelief, unsure whether to step closer or retreat, and it was precisely at this moment that a bizarre smile suddenly graced the corners of her mouth, her once soft, timid, and anguished gaze turning sinister and murderous in an instant.

"By doing this... do you intend to fracture the World of Romance?" I asked Xiao Chen when he appeared within that realm.

Fu Jingwu wore a look of utter bewilderment, his grimy face resembling that of a stray cat; just after asking, he seemed to faintly perceive something, and his heart began to thud wildly.

Once Bai Lang had gone down, Hu Da'er resumed his solemn expression. "What do you all think?" he inquired of the crowd.

Beholding the sky filled with sword shadows, Li Ming fell into utter despair. This technique was absolute, and with his current strength, he could not break through it head-on; was he truly fated to die here?

"Damn it all! Heavens! You perverted old bastard!" I roared toward the sky with all my might, yet I found my voice to be terribly powerless.

The militia's only two mortars put on quite a show today; they separated their firing positions widely, by a good thirty or forty meters. After the first piece opened fire, it immediately relocated, continuing its aim from a new spot, waiting for the second piece to begin its relocation before unleashing its next round.