Sixty-two is even more wronged than Dou E.

Where is Yunzhao? Xiao Ying asked.
She was sleeping soundly, so I deliberately did not wake her, Wen Lang replied.
Ever since she accompanied us to the Ink Forest to rescue Xiao Yan and the others, she has not had a proper rest.
First, she worked tirelessly day and night for Huo Hu and the other four wounded soldiers, and then she cared for me round the clock. As soon as we finally returned to Licheng, she threw herself into neutralizing the poison.
Neutralizing the poison? You mean the dark complexion?
Yes, she was already poisoned back in the imperial city.
Only a child or two in a lifetime for nobility? How absurd. Leave the Liu family out of this, and stop dragging Prince Jing of Zhongshan into it—it is nothing short of an insult to human reproductive capacity.
Mo Yunxiao's breath was as fragrant as orchids, and inhaling it into the nostrils instantly refreshed the mind and gladdened the heart. Yet at this moment, Song Mingxuan felt his palms breaking out in a cold sweat, with nowhere to hide and no way to escape.
If Liu Cang had not arrived, a battle between these two factions would likely have resulted in quite a few casualties. Even after the fight, they probably wouldn't even bother taking prisoners, simply sending everyone home to eat their evening dinners.
The head teacher sat at the head of the long table, while Old Tie and Teacher Zhang sat on either side. Their expressions were less than favorable, and the atmosphere was extremely peculiar.
Occupy Luoyang; if they want to fight for hegemony, let them fight it out first. We must try our best to keep the economic routes of the Han dynasty intact, and have Lubu Tianlu drag back a few more wounded soldiers to ensure population growth, rather than fighting until not a single Han person is left standing.
As for her, after practicing the Primordial Chaos Art, she merely concealed her true condition through alternative means.
As soon as these words were spoken, the three teachers present were slightly stunned. Seeing her exude such confidence, Old Zhu's sense of fairness involuntarily tilted toward her, and he grew increasingly disgusted with Teacher Zhang's aggressive demeanor.
Vermouth silently approached the door that the servant earlier had forbidden her to enter. Looking around, she casually snapped off a piece of the wall lamp's decoration with zero psychological burden, jammed it into the edge of the door frame, and applied a little pressure. The door, devoid of a knob, yielded and cracked open an inch.
True, it's just a pity that Old Wang's cultivation is still a bit too low, and some matters are not suitable for too many people to know. Otherwise, telling him would be fine, Zhang Shan said regretfully.
Later on, the cultivators of the True Martial Sect spent a long period perfecting these two martial arts techniques downward, endowing them with True Elixir, Innate, and Acquired stages.
Such a thought is truly... truly... Upon hearing this, Lord Yinshan found his confusion deepening by several levels. And what was that business about blowing things out of proportion?
Hiss... A lengthy, snake-like tongue coiled around Yu Yang's physical body, revealing a massive serpent's head several miles in circumference.
Yet why? Why on earth did these people happen to learn the news of Chen Wei's departure? If not for the fact that he and his companions had set up a maze-like formation named "Chen" after Chen Wei left, causing these people to hesitate and become confused, perhaps they would have already been searching far and wide elsewhere with great fanfare.
A single sword slash landed directly upon the skull of the ghost-faced, tiger-bodied abyss beast, but the result was not as favorable as imagined. The blade only penetrated a tiny fraction before it could cut no further.
Though on the surface, the tomb seemed to have undergone no changes from its surrounding environment, upon closer inspection, one would realize that a heaven-shaking and earth-sapping transformation had taken place here. Invisible currents of mysterious power shrouded the entire tomb like a barrier, radiating subtle fluctuations that emitted a soul-shaking might.
On the side of the Yuanchen Sect, Jian Fengyun was grinning from ear to ear. The sect had suddenly gained three giants, all of whom were elite disciples from previous generations of the Yuanchen Sect, every single one of them being a peak Realm Sovereign cultivator over a hundred years old. After experiencing life-and-death combat, supplemented by the blood-energy pills bestowed by Yu Yang, breaking through was merely a simple matter.
Heh, you didn't even dare to take a single move from me. I truly wonder how the Great Qin Empire has the face to attend this year's Martial Arts Tournament of All Realms. It seems the Great Qin Empire has already begun its decline! Feng Wuyao shook his head with a mocking expression.
Subsequently, Li Mu asked some questions regarding the auction, and the two brothers, Zhan Fei and Zhan Yun, answered everything they were asked. Through this Q&A session, Li Mu gained a thorough understanding of the auction in Xiao City.