Cats are nice, and so are dogs.

He had already seen half of the cells on the second floor; all those imprisoned there were fire sprites, yet not a single member of the Fire Spirit tribe could be found.

Many times, Miao Cuihua wondered: if Wang Dani had possessed the temperament of Pang Chunmei, she would never have allowed the Zhao family to mistreat and abuse her so. No, she would not have married into the Zhao family at all, but would instead have been with the man who had promised to care for her but had not waited for her arrival.

"I am still young, so I must rely entirely on your guidance, Sato Kyosuke," said Mei Oumaru. Though only fourteen, he understood well that he lacked any trusted confidant. Thus, he could only entrust all matters to Satomi Kyosuke.

The great lion turtle murmured in a low voice. Rarely would such a creature speak when alone, unless it sensed its end was near.

"You are deliberately helping me." During the process of refining, Lan Ying'er even split off a strand of her divine sense to converse with Ling Yan.

"I am deeply grateful for the immense kindness and virtue shown to me by the Imperial House. Even if I must lay down my life, I will open the great gate of Ichikawa Castle for the Uesugi army! I am determined to ensure the Imperial House can join forces with Lord Fujiwara in pacifying Ueno as soon as possible!" spoke Nami Ai earnestly, his joy barely contained.

Bai Lian sat at a nearby table, her gaze falling upon Lan Shi, a flash of coldness passing through her eyes.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng more or less understood what was happening, but he still felt helpless and at a loss.

On August 10th, Mitsuhide Mitsunobu led four thousand troops of the Mitsuhide clan—including Jinshi Zhenlian, Ikeda Teruie, Okuda Kagekatsu, and Aoki Shigenao—departing from the Nasu District of Shimotsuke Province. Meanwhile, in Echigo, Asada ordered Uesugi Kagemitsu and Shibata Nagatomo, who had not yet returned, to lead their forces to Aizu after resupplying at Joetsu.

Hua Lei returned, brushing dust from his hands; Wu Yong was stunned—how could this be? A captain of the imperial guard, a man of considerable martial skill, had been knocked out by a single blow from Hua Lei’s brick.

Lin Ban extended a hand, followed by Wang and Du Lei, and the three hands joined together.

Wang Shengnan wasted no time; she stepped forward and punched someone straight in the chest. Master Zhang was struck as if by lightning, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and immediately Wang Shengnan pressed her palm to the back of the recluse, channeling her inner energy to heal him. The two sat cross-legged, meditating through the night.

"Before I open the door, there is something I wish to tell you, Mr. Chuan Shi." The high priest placed his hand on the door, yet did not open it.

The beheading Han Zong had just witnessed was, in fact, a scene deliberately orchestrated by Tao Shang and Jing Ke to intimidate Han Zong psychologically. Judging by his reaction, the effect was quite satisfactory.

The villagers were all honest and kind folk, and Li Yi’s good deeds in Mengjin were well known. Now that even the magistrate had signed the document, they no longer hesitated and agreed to cultivate the land as instructed by the authorities.

When the group arrived at the training ground, they were all stunned. Zhai Rang himself could hardly believe these were his own men. How could they be standing so neatly? Though they wore no armor, each had a cloth cuirass, and all were spotlessly clean.

Xue Shipan glanced at his father, replied with a quiet "yes," and sat respectfully below Lord Xue.

"In my diagnosis, Miss, you are suffering from a rare chronic poison, scarcely seen in the Central Plains. Few physicians have encountered it, which makes treatment difficult," Sun Simiao said slowly.

At Lin Feng’s "request," Liu Mei wore the off-shoulder wedding dress with no undergarment beneath. As Li Huiyan leaned in close, separated only by a thin layer of fabric, she was stunned by the astonishing elasticity of the pair behind her.

Seeing there was no way to avoid the centaur’s thrust, the tiger man on the ground arched his body and unleashed a mighty roar, sending out a powerful shockwave.

Hearing Sheng Changhuai’s response, everyone in the room sighed, but Sheng Changhuai noticed that Lan Yu seemed unsurprised, her demeanor calm and unruffled, as if she already had a solution in mind.

Disciples from Ling Tai, living nearby, were drawn by the aroma and Bai Yu graciously invited them to join and eat meat together.

He had grown numb to all this, but only the information below truly lifted the weight from his heart.

If you could truly keep a secret, you would not so easily tell it to a senior you’ve only met once.

Landing lightly, Tang San saw that the third-rank wolf demon on the other side had been silenced. Only then did he relax, choosing not to check on the human nearby, but instead dropping to the earth, pressing his ear to the ground to listen for any signs of pursuers.

On reflection, it was not so surprising. Lin Zhibai’s martial arts in this life had reached a realm far beyond ordinary people, and her speed of thought and wisdom were likewise incomparable, guided as she was by advanced methodologies for understanding and reshaping the world.

Meanwhile, atop the other city wall, the aged wolf king leapt high, tracing an arc through the night sky before landing heavily before his subordinates.

Even those accustomed to lofty status could not help but feel curious in such an awkward scene.

In the center stood a man with a full beard and round face, barely over three feet tall—rather short, but extremely stout, his belly like a woman eight months pregnant. In his hand, he wielded a morning star.

The second approach was to alter one’s physical structure, seeking a more optimal form.