Chapter 55: Who Actually Met Yingying First?

"Don't worry, Uncle, I will definitely bring Yingying back!" Yuan Hejing leaned closer to Yuan Feiye's optical brain bracelet, making a solemn vow to Sang Yao.

Yuan Hejing addressed him as Uncle right off the bat without any reservation, practically acting as Sang Yao's prospective nephew-in-law.

"Why are you randomly calling him Uncle? Just to show how young you are, huh?" Yuan Feiye pushed Yuan Hejing aside and spoke to Sang Yao himself, "Don't worry too much, I will bring Yingying back."

Rong Ke and Chu Ci exchanged glances, seeing the surprise in each other's eyes, and then pretended as if nothing had happened.

It was already common knowledge that Lan Xuan could summon the Great Emperor Jiuli, and coupled with Lan Xuan's fearless personality, he might actually be capable of doing such a thing.

"Three days at most. Excluding today, that leaves two days," Shen Tang said as she finished chatting with Suisui. Not yet recovered from that childish state, she began counting on her fingers.

She slowly walked over to the bed, her slender fingers gently pinching the black face veil, tossed it aside onto the floor, and looked at Ye Yu with tenderness in her eyes. "And the very first person to behold his true visage is definitely not the Sect Master."

In this short span of time, their perception of them had begun to change, and they also discovered that researchers from various countries were stepping up their efforts.

In fact, Beiming Hanxuan had already noticed the glistening tears on her eyelids, but he pretended not to see them. For her to utter such words was proof enough that that family had inflicted deep trauma upon her—trauma so immense that even matters of life and death could be cast aside.

Having tended to her wound, she re-entered the frame and busied herself alongside the other guests, distancing herself from the center of the big shots' drama.

Lin Qiu's words were airtight. Gu Luoqi nodded upon hearing them; since Mo Quan had no evidence, there was nothing he could do to Lin Qiu.

In reality, Amazon was already secretly contacting Merck, wanting to form a partnership with them, though Zhao Jun and the others were completely unaware of this for now.

There were no intact injuries on the body, the manner of death was horrifying, the victim had suffered from extreme terror and was left completely defenseless, and so forth.

A figure of Prince Yu's stature was not someone one could simply expect to meet on a whim, let alone with him staying here for a period of time.

Siran turned her head to look at Xuan Zheng; it seemed he had not yet reached the core of the problem either, or else he wouldn't keep questioning her.

Hearing Broly's boastful words, the Flügel standing beside Artosh, the God of War, were utterly infuriated. They began gathering their energy, preparing to unleash their ultimate strike and completely annihilate this individual who showed disrespect toward their True God.

Shortly after, Prefect Zhou followed them in, sweeping his gaze between the Prince and the Princess before finally coming to a stop in front of Su Ruoxue.

Accompanied by a sharp scream, a bloody scratch appeared on the bat's claw, and a few drops of green blood fell to the ground. Wisps of black smoke instantly rose from the originally hard floor tiles, and several corrosive pits appeared before everyone's eyes.

This was the last image Ao Ye saw before parting ways with his Room 404 roommates. Bamboo had even placed her index and middle fingers together against her temple, giving a meaningful gesture.

A quarter of an hour later, Xu Yuan had finally covered nearly half the distance and had somewhat grown accustomed to the sensation of being suspended in mid-air, though his heart remained lodged in his throat, making him feel a nauseous urge to vomit.

This single sentence dropped countless jaws. Anyone familiar with Zhao Ying broke out in cold sweat—Zhao Nuo had a husband? Since when?

Even though Liu Zhenlong and his men wore expressions of ultimate distortion, filled with lingering resentment and despair, they did not give up until they had completely emptied the magazines of the firearms in their hands.

Bitterness and a sense of loss flooded her entire being, leaving her listless and spiritless no matter what she did thereafter.

This was a case of killing the chicken to scare the monkey, serving to deter them and show everyone who truly called the shots in the Jin Kingdom now, making it clear that anyone with ulterior motives would face only a dead end.