Chapter 50: Then Who Am I? (Vote and Tip Appreciation Bonus Chapter)

She had traveled here on a private starship, but would return on a public one.
Sitting in first-class, Lian Fei looked around. It felt no different from the airplanes of her past life; the interior decoration was luxurious and high-tech, yet still far more rudimentary than a private starship.
Hearing that it would take one hour to reach Gocero Star, Lian Fei decided to catch a quick nap.
However, just as she closed her eyes, the boy with a mop of small curls sitting across the aisle woke her up with a "hissing" sound.

Divine beasts were things of rarity in the Immortal Realm—not to be confused with those so-called divine beasts of the lower realms.

What a pity. The person stepping out of the other carriage was not Yang Yao, but a burly, blond-haired man with a brilliant smile.

Madam Wang's concerns were confirmed. The news Ye Zichun brought to Yun Xiang was that the upper echelons had already issued an order: the national army stationed at Lingfeng was to withdraw from Lingfeng City and assemble in the direction of Wusong Ridge.

In fact, Shangguan Xie could easily have conferred upon him the title of Marquess of Sun and Moon... but "Marquess of Sun and Moon" sounded merely like a title of a marquess.

Qu Bo regained his confidence. Now that he knew the monster's characteristics, he held nothing back and charged directly at the evil sprite.

And this place. Right here on the white-soiled continent. Was where the very last "Tower of Origin," one that Lin Yi had never visited, stood.

No matter what, what your Yuchi family obtained was a fragment of a baleful star imbued with the White Tiger's Great Dao of Slaughter.

The aroma of the blood spirit wine was unique, lingering and profound, carrying with it a faint trace of the scent of blood that gave one a rugged, wild sensation.

If these people were not just putting on an act to deceive others, one could only say that Jia Sidao's standards were rather high.

In Ye Ling's view, these actions were ultimately aimed at waging a major war against the Assassin Guild, yet now the situation seemed to have expanded somewhat.

Because she had been too nervous on the way, An Yutong ran in without even taking the time to fix her disheveled hair.

As she was speaking, with a loud "bang" of the door, the wrathful Lord Niu strode out of the office.

The reason why the Hall of Punishments was built here was precisely for the sake of secrecy; no outsiders were allowed to approach within a radius of ten miles, let alone witness the punishments.

"What are you talking about? It's not unpalatable at all, alright?" Hong Dou would never admit that the food she cooked tasted bad. A dead duck with a stiff beak.

Fang Mu's reply caught Fang Tianjing off guard and astonished him. He widened his devil-may-care eyes and scrutinized Fang Mu carefully.

The Third Prince likely understood what was going on as well. That day, in front of so many people, he had vented his anger on the girl's matriarch for her sake. This matter must have caused quite a stir.

Seeing this scene, Yu Dayong quickly waved his hand: "This is an internal meeting, there's no need for all this pomp. If what I say is useful to you, express it through your practical actions. Director Zheng, let's wrap up the meeting here. As for whatever else you have to attend to, arrange it yourselves. I'm going downstairs to take a look."

Now that the father-and-son duo had joined forces, it was no longer just a matter of contempt regarding their IQs, but also an overwhelming suppression in terms of looks.

Mo Jiuling was currently sitting right beside Shadow One. Leaving Lingnan, the weather had been growing increasingly hot, and right now the blazing sun felt rather pleasant beating down on them.

"I wouldn't know about that. I'm just the nurse in charge of retrieving the medicine. But I heard that Mr. Qin's wife's health is very weak after childbirth." Tang Tong only needed ordinary bruise medicine, so the nurse handed over the found medication while speaking. Tang Tong took it and expressed her thanks.

Yunyun knew that she had been too confident in her words just now and had provoked the customer. She never expected such a flaw to slip out from the factory, and that wasn't even the main point—the tactile feel of the fabric in her hand was slightly different. Her skin was naturally sensitive to synthetic fibers and would itch, but the texture of this garment should have been one hundred percent pure wool.

"Xiao Yu, are you going to the Paradise of Gods to find your wife?" Justin asked. Given his strength, he naturally knew about the events of the Academy Tournament back then.