Chapter 39-No Palácio da Lua há coelhos(Chuva de Laranja)

"Since it is a tomb of the Saint King level, aren't the families in the Inner Domain tempted?" someone nearby asked in confusion.

After finishing off Xue Tian and his companion, the yellow-scaled pythons did not settle down. Turning on each other, the male and female tore into one another until both lay dead in a pool of blood.

One must understand that when they were on the Heavenly Path of Destiny, they had all witnessed Yang You's true strength. They were completely convinced by his power and had long since accepted him as their unfathomable Shadow Master.

"It's fine, it's fine. You let go so suddenly that I lost my balance and fell by accident," Ashiya Shinbei said, clutching his head and thanking him repeatedly.

Thunderous snoring echoed through the spacious inn as Ma Chenghui, the bandit who had finally fulfilled his life's obsession, fell into a deep sleep. Only three rooms remained lit, while the rest were shrouded in the pitch-black night.

"Rainfall as a Shield," Jing Ye muttered in a rush. Coordinating with the agility of his sword, he deployed the Falling Rain Sword technique to clash head-on with the sky full of sword radiance.

Perhaps I should seriously consider whether the Eight Yin Body that Old Cui mentioned truly exists.

Lu Bu took the severed head of Wu Hao and examined it closely. Wu Hao's face still bore the expression of agony from his final moments; it was purplish-black, with blood flowing from his seven orifices and his tongue a dark, bruised violet. The blood in the vessels at the wound on his severed neck was also dark purple, making it clear even without a careful inspection that he had died of poisoning.

Behind him, Thirteen squinted, his face revealing no obvious expression. Yet, in the next instant, he displayed a look of incredulous shock. His facial expressions were remarkably complex, shifting between anger, regret, and a sense of disappointment in someone failing to meet expectations.

"Stone, it really is you! How did you come back?" Fu Minhong asked, hugging Stone tightly.

Dense clouds obscured the last faint light cast by the crescent moon, and mist began to rise, lending a mysterious and obscure quality to the gloomy night. The world fell under the dominion of darkness. From time to time, the cawing of crows pierced the night sky—hoarse and shrill.

"Ha! Thanks, Boss!" Qin Kai and Cheng Haiyang shouted excitedly. Qin Kai even gave a wobbly salute, clearly quite drunk.

Linlin only then realized—wasn't Qixi a festival? Using a festival as the name for a poison?

As soon as Ye Tian made his move, he hoisted the heavy coconut tree onto his shoulders, earning the admiration of everyone present.

Without delay, he spoke to Chu Feng again, and after finishing, he instantly transformed into a streak of light, attempting to flee.

Not far ahead lay a hidden cave, surrounded by thick vegetation. Had Stone not known it was there, he would never have noticed it.

"Prince Consort... Second Brother Wu... Wu Yanxiu!" Li Guo'er shouted for a while, but instead of calling her husband, she summoned several unfamiliar soldiers.

Communication between men is more practical with fists; if you don't acknowledge someone, you fight until they submit. Xiao Dashan was a man who knew how to read the situation, and one punch was enough to make him concede. He knew that Rong Xiaolan had high standards and didn't even hold the captain in high regard.

"Mom, did the office call?" she asked her mother, feeling a bit cautious. After speaking, she realized she had changed; she had begun to care about this job and had become like the colleagues around her.

Athena also reached out her right hand to Da Xiong, but she was too weak to rise, her lips curling into a sudden smile.

Then, he lunged in front of Luohan K, and in that instant, Luohan K saw Yu Feng smiling at him.

Her only wish was to sell herself off while she was still young and beautiful, marrying a man who could earn money to support a family.

The people sitting below chuckled awkwardly, as Hao Sanniang had voiced their inner thoughts.

Whether it was this waiter or the others she had seen before, their expressions would turn strange after making eye contact with her, as if they had been bewitched.

The next morning, as soon as Wei Liyun woke up, she hurried to the room where Zhujiu was brewing wine, terrified that one night of absence might mean Zhujiu was gone.

Seeing the newcomer panting, Yan Yan wore an expression of disdain. Looking at Wang Qiang's smiling face, she felt the word "hypocrisy" was written all over it.

Fang Shaoyang sighed with emotion; he was so calculating, yet what could possibly be happening in the Prime Minister's residence that was worth him fretting over so much?

After the ancient Yao Palace was destroyed, its foundations were ruined, and many treasures and techniques were forcibly seized by the three great holy lands.

Di Moxuan's pupils contracted sharply, as if some emotion were surging deep within his eyes.

Furthermore, it was only a matter of catching some butterflies, so he readily agreed, issuing an imperial decree for everyone in the capital to catch the most beautiful butterflies by the deadline.

Liang Luo gripped Bai Hao's hand in a somewhat uncontrolled manner, her knuckles squeezing tight enough to cause him slight pain.

Xia Qi lowered his head and bit down on Li Ling's cherry lips, kissing her with a wild, enveloping intensity, as if to retaliate for the torment she had inflicted upon him. His heavy, ragged breathing, carrying an astonishing heat, washed over Li Ling's face.

Su Yirong paused, "Director He, aren't they inside? Can't we just knock on the door?" As she spoke, she had already stepped back a few paces.