Chapter 131: So Easy, to be Favored by Him

It was the first time she had truly experienced Su Qingli's power—it was unbelievable, inconceivable. Su Liangyue was not certain whether yesterday’s events were linked to Su Qingli, yet she could not shake the feeling that everything was subtly connected to her.

Still, it remained difficult to imagine.

How could things be this way? Why would a single strand of hair suddenly vanish into thin air? Could it be… that her eyes had deceived her?

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Having said that, Chai Shao handed the two red-bottomed envelopes to his wife, picked up the purple clay teapot from the stone table, poured himself a bowl, and sipped it slowly.

"Situ Tianfeng, if you reject a deal with our Situ family, are you not afraid of offending us?" Situ Tianfeng stared at Wang Wei.

"Very well..." With that, Wang Wei used the same method to identify everyone who had participated in the kidnapping. There were five in total.

Only Zheng Yuanzhi failed to think along those lines. He was currently deeply frustrated; why was his Ministry of Rites not valued by Master Xiaoyaozi, the mentor of Wang Ping'an? Was his department truly worthless? He began to harbor grave doubts about the Ministry of Rites.

He turned and walked to Bai Qizhong’s side, leaning against the wall. He fished a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a long drag, and tilted his head back to exhale a cloud of smoke toward the sky.

Fortunately, Zhan Xionglie had struck with measured restraint; the injury was painful but not fatal. Guo Sitie scrambled to his feet with a look of lingering fear and left.

With a final "farewell," Xiao Zhicang cupped his hands toward the two of them, then strode off without looking back toward his mount.

In the Great Desolate Graveyard, the calm Dead Sea surged at this moment. A withered, ancient consciousness began to stir. It did not seem fully awake, yet the Dead Sea erupted in towering waves accompanied by violent lightning. After a long while, the consciousness seemed to regain its senses, and the Dead Sea returned to tranquility.

"It’s nothing, just a single strike. I’ll rest tonight and be fine by tomorrow," Old Du said dismissively before Chen Xian could even speak.

Yet, the more this happened, the more the crowd was struck with awe. Some of the martial artists who had been mocking and lamenting Mu Sen now had bulging eyes, as if they had witnessed something truly impossible.

We had originally intended to use the same trick to fool them into opening the gate for us, but this group of soldiers was not so easily deceived; they stubbornly refused to open the doors.

The next moment, the Old Ancestor struck forward with his right hand. The swirling silver vortex immediately erupted with a crackling sound, and the rules of space itself trembled violently.

However, he had a strange feeling. Ever since he had acquired the primordial power of Luoluo and Momo, his Power of Idealism seemed to stir, moving on its own to guide the origin of the chill.

Before she knew of Yangyang’s existence, she had already made up her mind when she was throwing a tantrum: to let go of the past, to fully accept Mu Xuanlang’s love, and to repay his devotion with her own sincerity.

At that time, not only had he fallen off the cliff, but he had also been locked onto by a heavenly tribulation—it was a situation of certain death.

Upon arriving at the East Palace, he found the gates wide open. The interior seemed rather quiet, not as if anything had gone wrong, so his pace slowed down.

Shanya pulled 300 yuan from the pile of cash and stuffed it into her pocket; it was the performance fee she was owed. She flung the rest at the bald man’s head, and the crimson banknotes scattered, fluttering all over the floor.

What were they doing? I moved a few steps forward out of curiosity, hoping to understand, without realizing that danger was creeping closer with every step.

At that moment, Fourteen felt that the meal had been well worth the effort, even forgetting her vow to never step foot in the kitchen again.

Having wasted one of Baron Nashor’s summoning opportunities and drained so much of his spiritual essence, was he really to be killed by the very person he was tasked to protect?

Annie’s figure froze. After a brief stun, Thresh triggered the second activation of his Q ability, his form flying through the air to appear right upon Annie.