Volume 1, Chapter 62: This Painting of Yours is Fake

Facing such enthusiasm from Tang Heyun, Wu Shan found it difficult to refuse, especially since he genuinely loved the painting of the pavilion by the river displayed before him.

Seeing the clear look of temptation on Wu Shan's face, a smile inevitably broke out across Tang Heyun's lips.

He glanced at Zhang Wenxuan, casting a provocative look in his direction.

Zhang Wenxuan was left somewhat speechless.

This fellow actually regarded him as a rival in love!

He was hardly an idiot; how could he possibly fail to grasp what Tang Heyun was thinking?

This man had clearly set his sights on Wu Qing, and Zhang Wenxuan's arrival today had simply stirred up a sense of crisis within Tang Heyun.

Yet, he had to admit, Wu Qing was exceptionally stunning. With such a breathtaking beauty, how many men could ever truly let go?

However, as for Tang Heyun...

Lucifer stared intently at the pure radiance of holy power resting in his palm, his inner demonic energy surging involuntarily, clamoring with fierce rejection and a thirst for battle.

Feng Rong had never felt that he needed to blame anyone for anything, but neither did he wish for Lin Yingkong to harbor resentment on his behalf.

"Uncle is not innocent at all; Uncle is a bad person! Even though Uncle likes Mommy, he doesn't like me, and he wants me to stay far away from Mommy, saying that I'm disturbing the two of you..." As he spoke, tears began to well up in Yuanhan's eyes.

The magnificent wedding plunged the entire realm of Yuhan into a state of jubilant celebration. This was the first time Mu Qingya had ever worn the attire of the Empress Dowager. Previously, Duanmu Lingyu had persistently objected, forbidding her from donning these robes on the grounds that only the Empress's phoenix gown was worthy of her, and he had only conceded this time due to her intense insistence.

Everyone was so terrified into silence that not a soul dared to make a sound, their hearts fraught with anxiety as they stared fixedly at Qian Xuelang. Although Fairy Luoxia had long known of the illicit affair between Qian Xuelang and Zi Yanxia, hearing her husband confess it aloud before everyone felt like a knife twisting through her heart, sending tears streaming down in endless sorrow and grief.

After the Cowherd had put away his plow and hoe in the woodshed and turned back out, he suddenly saw a auspicious cloud descending from the sky. Fixing his gaze, he saw that it was none other than the muddled immortal.

Upon seeing that gesture, every single soldier lowered their weapons, snapped to attention, and let out a resounding cheer. The roar shook the earth beneath their feet, echoing with the ear-splitting, majestic thunder of a collapsing sky.

Xu Hongyi occasionally picked out food for Mai Zi and poured her water. Mai Zi felt awkward and out of place, yet too embarrassed to issue a blunt refusal.

Qin Hong patted his shoulder. Frowning slightly, Qin Ba thought of Tuoba Yao, who was currently campaigning in the south, and muttered, "Who knows how his southern campaign will turn out this time?" If Tuoba Yao emerged victorious in the south, the grand ambition plotted by the Qin family would become all the more difficult to achieve.

The wound before my eyes slowly closed and healed, yet the wound within my heart grew ever larger, utterly incapable of knitting together. Blood welled continuously from the injury, a tearing, heart-rending agony so fierce that even my tears ran dry.

After a long while, a sudden commotion of arguing erupted outside the magistrate's yamen. Guo Hongxuan turned his head at the sound, but before he could make sense of the situation, he was shoved into a corner by two bedraggled groups of people, completely trapped and unable to move.

"How could you possibly know that he took no fancy to me at first sight?" Qian Shi asked with bubbling curiosity. When Qin Xici first met her at the gates of the Imperial Group in the twenty-first century, how could Eunuch Liu possibly have known about it? Could it be that Qin Xici had shared every detail of their past with this eunuch?

Executing the bolt-action with practiced ease, the soldier wielding the bolt-action rifle managed to fire with the rapid cadence of a carbine, letting loose at least a dozen rounds within a single minute.

Since he was the Third Prince's very own grandfather, he naturally would not harm the Third Prince. No wonder the two individuals before them had instantly calmed down.

A considerable portion of these humans maintained intricate, tangled ties with various intelligence agencies.

Yet if anyone were to investigate deeply, they would discover that the patterns spread across its surface possessed an unfathomably profound and mysterious quality. The higher one's level of cultivation, the more intensely one could perceive the aura of the Great Dao emanating from it.

"Sister, I was wrong. I promise there won't a next time," Ni Leyi pleaded, tugging on Ni Lehui's hand in assurance.

The only rational explanation was that mucus had originally been mixed within the blood moon, a substance that perhaps had been retrieved directly from the ruins.

Although Lin Lang had never killed a man, back in the Greater Khingan Mountains, he had slaughtered countless ferocious beasts and predatory birds of prey.

Anyone with even a shred of sense could understand the subtext hidden beneath Wang Ping's words. In an instant, the expressions of dozens of subordinates ignited with a fanatical fervor as they stared fixedly at Wang Ping.

In that moment, the Yuanwu Continent boiled over once more, and nearly everyone who received the news rushed headlong toward the imperial capital of the Great Ming Empire without a moment's rest.