084. I do not care; I want Diao Chan.

In the third month of the third year of Jian'an, General Pacifying the South and Administrator of Nanyang, Cao Xin, crushed Zhang Xun's thirty thousand troops at Shouchun and shattered Qiao Rui's twenty thousand at Liu'an, provisionally pacifying the two commanderies of Huainan and Lujiang. The lands of the Yangtze and Huai rivers all fell under the control of Cao's army.

At once, the realm was shaken.

Yuan Shao dispatched an envoy to the imperial capital of Xu to render tribute. In the presence of the emperor, Cao Cao, and all civil and military officials, the envoy recounted Cao Xin's exploits in full: pacifying Nanyang, defeating Jing Province, securing Huainan, settling Lujiang—his military merits were resplendent, unmatched under heaven.

After receiving the blessing of the god of darkness and destruction, the Dark Grand Ceremony also entered its next stage, for its duration was not one day, but a full month. The entire coming month would be devoted to the Dark Grand Ceremony, during which the Church of Darkness and Destruction would hold all manner of contests and events.

But Wu Fan immediately discovered that another figure of the Old Ancestor Nine Serpents was actually beside the Mystic Dao Pearl; perhaps he was the first person ever able to discover where the Mystic Dao Pearl was hidden. That monster, a hybrid of witch and demon, could tell that Wu Fan possessed the pearl, but it did not know its true location. The difference was enormous.

He naturally understood that although this man had agreed to let him follow them and help them venture deep into the subterranean palace of Mount Mang to bring out the headless corpse demon...

Then who am I? Who am I, really? Am I truly that imperial concubine Xi Yang of whom others once said she had been neglected and now favored?

In the blink of an eye, Hui Jue's figure fell, plunging toward the depths of the abyss.

After Nolan successfully passed the eightieth floor of the Tower of Despair, Qing Ling and I Luli also arrived at the eightieth floor. Relying on their respective powerful skills, both of them cleared the floor.

As the crowd crossed the river, the rancid, vengeful aura within the River of Corpse Water began to seethe and surge without warning.

Since you have become river bandits and dared to defy the laws of Great Qin, death is your only road.

She had secretly climbed over the wall to take a look inside the Prince of Sui's residence, and found that apart from leaving behind one deaf-and-mute servant to tend the pomegranate tree, there was no one else there. The mansion was a scene of withered grass and broken walls.

After killing the soul remnant of the old monk, the ragged celestial being again rubbed his tangled hair, looking somewhat vexed.

And the reason Long Xing still hesitated a little was the other party's words about "affecting an entire dynasty."

Xiang Qi glanced at Zhao Xian with a complicated expression; there was anger in his eyes, but even more fear.

"Blame fate? I would never do something fit only for cowards," the black wolf replied after hearing the white wolf's definition of destiny.

This left Chu Ran thoroughly baffled. Shouldn't ordinary treasure troves all be hidden in remote, deserted wilderness?

When that name buried deep in his heart suddenly reached his ears, he stood frozen for a full few seconds before he reacted.

Of course, relying on that single drop of blood alone was far from enough. At the very least, Heaven's Way would never permit such a thing to happen; to go against the heavens was to invite heavenly punishment.

Ge Yong stammered out his worry, only to receive a slap from Bai Tianxing.

And by a strange coincidence, the blood sphere fell precisely where the Old Ancestor Nangong was standing at that very moment.

The emperor was human too, and being human meant having feelings. Since Xiang Yundu had children of his own, how could he possibly feel nothing at all for Xiang Ying?

Neither of them spoke, clearly unwilling to disturb the empress dowager's rest. It was only after she heard the movement that she opened her eyes.

She turned over and touched the bedding beside her. There seemed to be a faint trace of warmth still lingering there, and for some reason a sense of loss welled up in her heart.

After they finished speaking, the two continued to listen intently to what was coming through the earphones, but at that moment a fit of coughing suddenly sounded inside the carriage.

Still, one point was worth his attention: the appearance of this Si Teng meant that this spacetime was far less simple than he had previously imagined. He would have to act with greater caution from now on.

A monster with a neck two or three meters long and a body soft as if boneless hung from the ceiling. Its gaping mouth dripped saliva as it stared at him greedily.