Chapter 52: The Legend of Zhen Huan, An Lingrong

“Poor little princess.”
Consort Hua immediately removed her armor and placed it aside.
Bending down, she gently lifted the little princess into her arms, murmuring, “Your mother is poor, so from now on, let noble Consort raise you.
Noble Consort will surely raise you plump and healthy, even more so than your brother. Then, I’ll teach your brother a lesson, alright?”

Hearing her words, everyone present turned to look at Li Siqi.

While Ruolan and the others...

But in rare cases, when the human body endures the process of genetic recombination, it can develop adaptations—like a dog growing gills and fins, successfully adapting to life in the sea. Such changes often require tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of years.

“Even asleep, she’s just as enchanting,” Chen Fan sighed, realizing he still couldn’t escape her charm.

Jin Lin looked at An Yan and said, “So what if you have a patron behind you? If you tell him I have my eye on you, he’d probably send you to my bed with all due respect.”

“That trick again!” Anthony felt a chill in his heart. The piercing pain, as if his heart had been pierced and shredded, surged anew.

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Previously, after using a predecessor’s treasure map and finding many treasures, he had felt somewhat guilty.

Following Lin Ruo’s orders, the steward of Fenghua Xue confronted the grain hoarders, extorting a grand gift of 100,000 taels of gold before agreeing to continue using grain coupons as bidding vouchers.

Takagi Naohito instantly realized that the city called Loulan wasn’t one that the ninjas failed to destroy—it was one that couldn’t be destroyed.

Yan Muxue rolled up her sleeves without hesitation, while opposite her, Yan Chenyi cast a calm sidelong glance.

After absorbing that shard of divine consciousness, Feng Yuetong’s spiritual perception grew significantly. Her spiritual strength had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, just one step from entering the Nascent Soul stage. However, her cultivation was still stuck in the late Foundation Establishment stage, a mismatch to her spiritual strength.

Once the emperor’s stance was clear, the matters targeting the Lin family escalated, resembling a pile-on. Many jealous factions began to stir, muddying the waters.

But now, as the bank’s lobby manager, he was far superior to the other party, who was nothing but a degenerate gambler.

After speaking, Mo Qingli happily tossed a bowl toward Zhu Jun. She didn’t aim for his head but struck his body instead—enough to cause some harm without serious injury.

Without giving anyone a chance to react, she suddenly leapt from the window in the corridor.

The wooden spikes only needed to scratch their skin for the venom of the poisonous snakes to act swiftly. As a result, the elephant clan at the front was almost completely annihilated.

Soon after, the new recruit returned in clean trousers and began helping to repair the trench, a trace of shame on his face.

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