Chapter 34: Who Removed the Lipstick?

Sang Fuying met the man’s deep, somber gaze. In the next instant, her eyes began to evade his almost involuntarily, and her snow-white cheeks, half-hidden beneath her raven-black hair, flushed scarlet.

She had done nothing wrong—in fact, she was the one who had been bullied—yet when faced with her younger uncle’s questioning, she felt as though she had secretly committed some shameful misdeed behind the backs of the adults at home.

Seeing that the girl remained silent, her face flushed with bashful embarrassment, Sang Yao’s expression gradually darkened.

“Yingying, is it difficult for you to say it outright? Then I’ll change—

Lu Jiazi smiled. “Then who will go and kill him?”

The Dragon Who Asked Heaven strode out from behind him. “I will.”

His long sword had already been drawn. With a tap of his feet, he leaped toward Misty Rain like a whirlwind, the blade emitting repeated shrieks as it tore through the air. The strike was ferocious beyond compare, earning the admiration of every expert present.

Wild Charge activated. He surged forward, driving his blade into a ranger’s chest, then swept it back and sent an archer who had been standing there in stunned disbelief flying. Under the effect of Bloodlust, they were driven to the brink of death, weeping helplessly in despair.

Back then, she still believed in such things as romance, still believed in love. But now, for no discernible reason, she felt somewhat flustered. Unease lingered deep in her heart.

After that, Hai Yunyan, Hidden Painting, and Clear Wind and Gentle Moon were killed one after another. One Blade of the Martial World knew that his life would end here today, so he logged off directly.

After revealing himself, Zheng Zhong first snatched the Qiankun bags from the two cultivators on the surface of the sea. Then he split open his own abdomen and retrieved the Five-Element Elixir, before releasing spiritual fire to destroy every trace of the bodies.

“All right, I still have to avenge you. Stop asking so many questions.”

With a single sentence, Zhou Shaolong cut off Fatty Wang, who had been about to continue questioning him. He knew that Zhang Shaofei disliked discussing his master in front of outsiders.

Bihua nodded. “Young Master Su took me to see the real Regent. It was all because I was too foolish and failed to notice anything suspicious about the false Regent.”

As she spoke, Bihua covered her face and began to sob.

“Fine. Then die for me. As long as you die, I’ll let your son go.”

The Raven gave a sinister grin and slightly loosened his grip on the dagger.

Who could say whether a situation like this was truly good or bad? Should she feel relieved or angry? In any case, she could not help feeling somewhat disappointed, with a faint sourness in her heart.

It turned out that once Zheng Zhong regained consciousness, he immediately recognized that the folding fan was merely a mid-grade magical artifact. Needless to say, its wielder could not be of very high cultivation. As long as he summoned the Black Dragon Sword, he could surely kill the man with a single strike.

Shangguan Jue said nothing. He lifted the cloth curtain and stepped down.

The air around them instantly froze. The Third Prince was simply too beautiful.

The Emperor was even more overwhelmed with emotion. That face, so strikingly similar to that of his beloved consort, allowed him to recognize Shangguan Jue at a glance. He was utterly certain that Shangguan Jue was the only bloodline he and his beloved consort had left in this world.

Li Hong was startled. He hurriedly reached out to help Wang Ying up, offered a few words of comfort, and then had the police escort Wang Ying home.

The Wolf King’s red eyes remained fixed on Zhuo Yifan’s face, searching for every trace of suspicious information. After a long while, its crimson eyes slowly closed. It lowered its head and remained motionless, as though making an agonizing decision.

“It was me. I didn’t want to choose this photograph.”

An Luochu could bear it no longer and spoke in a timid voice.

After a few rounds of drinking, Xu Jun developed a very favorable impression of Li Gouw a. Their earlier friction had long since been forgotten.

The village road was paved with bluestone slabs, and every household had its own enclosed courtyard. There was nothing unusual to be seen. Even the dogs at the gates merely barked lazily a few times when they heard the commotion, then fell silent again.

“All right, you’re in a hurry now. Where were you earlier? It was Lu Zixi—he’s with Luochu!”

Qianqian spoke with displeasure.

Zhuo Yifan hesitated. He had never intended to bring Tianwuzi along. Tianwuzi had come to Skeleton Mountain this time to help, and it would be wrong to make him take such a risk. Besides, Tianwuzi’s cultivation was inferior to Yuansheng’s, and even weaker than his own by a considerable margin. If anything happened to him, Zhuo Yifan would have no idea how to answer to Perfected Master Ziyang.