Chapter 40: Then, Do You Like Being with Me?

Sang Fuying went home that evening wearing the bracelet, observing it all the way.

At first, she had thought that anything Moer gave her must be terribly expensive, and she did not want to accept it. Moer, however, had said that it was not as valuable as the gift she had given her, and that if she did not still blame him for his rudeness at the ball that day, she absolutely had to accept it.

Yet the feel of it and the craftsmanship were unmistakably those of something expensive.

“When did you buy that bracelet? It’s quite pretty.” Yuan Feiye noticed it at once on her slender, fair wrist.

“Impossible. There’s still me!” Zhize smiled at me, and his warm smile made one unwittingly lose oneself in it.

The Shadow of God’s assault on the peace envoys, followed by their humiliating execution, had stirred up endless discussion.

The flying battleship was enormous. Its corridors twisted and wound around one another, while its rooms rose in layer upon layer, making it seem like a maze. Without someone to guide them, they would inevitably lose their way.

Their accuracy was very poor, but as time passed, they gradually became more precise. In the end, every one of them had managed to hit the target accurately twice in succession.

“Heh… Fang Yunxi, you really are an excellent actress! Don’t think I’ll let them go just because you put it that way. And you, Bai Cancan! You took everything that belonged to me—everything, all of it! How ruthless you are, so utterly ruthless!” Bai Shanshan stared at Bai Cancan as though she had lost her mind.

Connie sent someone over to brief Heath on a few precautions, but Heath’s gaze never once rested on the man’s face. It was impossible to tell how much of what he said had actually reached him.

“What is it, Chunyu? What’s so strange?” Zhize lowered his head and looked it over again, apparently finding nothing amiss either.

“Fortunately, it seems His Highness the Crown Prince and Noble Consort Xun are unharmed. I can finally set my mind at ease.” As she spoke, Chunyu affectionately stroked Yuan Lin’s cheek.

“Enough. Saving lives is what matters. Nothing is more important than a life.” Su Mu handed it to her and added those words.

Now that filming for The Matrix 3 was nearing its end, Han Qiu felt increasingly melancholy as they drew closer to the grand finale.

The corpse still retained its appearance from life, and even in death it refused to let anyone rest easy. Just as the spell for opening a passage was about to touch his body, his soul burst straight through the crown of his head and attempted to flee. Could that possibly work?

By the end, Yu Feng was practically begging. Heaven and earth themselves could testify to the sincerity of his painstaking efforts.

Li Si was also exceedingly astonished at that moment. He had never expected this place to be so terrifying; it had left him utterly bewildered. If it truly made a move, he feared no one would be able to stand against it.

The five Lin Ying brothers were about to leave when they saw that the five Qian Huan members were momentarily at a loss. Seeing this, Lin Ying waved them over.

Hui De watched Yan Lizhi lying on the ground with an expression of delight and shook his head. He really was beyond saving. How had he come to know such a person? It was utterly absurd.

“Is this really true? Is this really true? Is this really true? Where does that leave me?” Yingluo stared at Guo Huai and asked again and again.

Outside the door, Heliandou and the other martial arts experts cried out in astonishment, realizing that the gap between themselves and Lin Tian was even greater than they had imagined.

But that was not what Liu Ling cared about. What truly concerned him was the strength of the veiled woman and the manner in which she had appeared.

Perhaps she had been given too much time. There had to be some sort of time limit. If one existed, she might be able to leave immediately.

“Compared with Pei Lurong, I’m not so bad.” A dark shadow surfaced in the depths of his eyes.

The most recent incident, as he had heard it, involved the Interstellar Chief doing something that led to his being pursued. He fled, only to be discovered along the way by a bandit legion, who captured him and dragged him back.

“Who did you say was cheating?” Shen Mu’s words struck a nerve with Zhao Rou. She seized Shen Mu’s hand and demanded an explanation.

Mu Xi helped the old woman pick it up, inadvertently seeing a photograph of herself inside—a close-up portrait in which she was smiling brilliantly.