Chapter 147 So Infuriating

"So you also agree that the Emperor of the Great Qian is merely a good-for-nothing who climbed to the throne by clinging to women?"
Hatherly shifted her body in the milk, revealing a breathtaking expanse of skin.
The raccoon-cat crossed her arms and shook her head.
"No, I feel it is not that simple."
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Arriving at the plaza before the imperial palace, thousands of people had already gathered here. Outside the palace gates, large formations of imperial guards stood ready, blocking the entrance with drawn blades and spears.
The figure in the black robe was entirely shrouded, their appearance identical to Zhuge Subai. With a hoarse and halting voice, they said, "Su'er, water, water!" Having spoken, they collapsed directly into Zhuge Subai's arms.
Hearing Jiang Menglin's words, Xia Liu lowered his gaze to glance at her ankle, noticing that the area was indeed somewhat swollen and red.
Naturally, it was not as if everyone had perished all at once; in fact, a considerable number of humans still remained, numbering at least nearly a million. However, they were now forced to hide in sealed environments, completely isolated from the outside world, or face certain death.
As Xie Wushuang spoke, she burst into tears, looking profoundly sorrowful, her weeping ceaseless like rain pattering against banana leaves.
Clearly the most orthodox of deities, yet Ruoyi somehow managed to portray her with the unmistakable aura of a severe case of eighth-grader syndrome.
Pusushing open the door and stepping inside, like a heavy drinker obsessed with liquor, he grabbed the wine and recklessly poured it down his throat.
The doctor was also startled to see Li Shijing cough up blood and hurriedly conducted an examination, repeatedly and earnestly admonishing him not to let his emotions run high and to get proper rest.
"Golden Light Triple Kill, Thousand Streams!" Xiang Tian roared furiously, vanishing from everyone's sight once more.
"Could it be that the Elixir of Immortality was also taken out of the imperial mausoleum by General Bei Chengyu back then?" Consort Li voiced a speculation she had been harboring in her heart.
Terrified, her eyes widened in shock. With no time to ponder how Wen Youheng had acquired a gun, her instinct was to cry out and stop him. Yet, remembering how he had thoughtfully made her wear a face mask and a baseball cap before entering, she ultimately pulled his sleeve in silence and shook her head, signaling him to put the gun away.
"It's just what I told you before—there's a gathering today, a grand banquet of high society. Boss Ye Kaicheng will definitely be there. You have such a good relationship with him, so why don't you talk to him and sneak in to get some photos taken?" Bamboo kept shouting and explaining to Xu Zuoyan regardless of anything else.
She had always known that nothing in this world could last forever, especially men.
Hearing that the situation was so critical, everyone present fell into a heavy depression. If the Four Bandits were to breach the Pegasus Ranch, none of them would escape death, especially Li Xiuning. As an important figure of the Li Clan, should she fall into Li Mi's hands, it would be an unbearable and devastating blow to the clan.
We casually asked the teacher about Lele's performance at kindergarten, and as expected, the teacher showered her with lavish praise. My description might have been slightly exaggerated, but she kept a smiling face throughout, praising Lele so much that it gave me goosebumps.
The person who decrypted the flash drive had limited skill, and many screenshots still contained garbled text. I requested a few saved screenshots from my colleagues, compiled them, and sent them to Jiangyang.
The moment Xiao Chen thought about how being at the fourth tier already made him a pillar among humans, yet a casual angel that appeared possessed three times his strength—and considering how the effort required multiplied with each tier gained—he began to doubt whether he could ever reach the twelfth tier in his lifetime.
Yamato Sakito was left completely speechless, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, seemingly on the verge of losing control.
Sweat poured profusely down Xue Muhua's brow as Ye Feng's words struck his heart like heavy sledgehammers.