Chapter 65

Had it been half a year ago, Yirui would have certainly agreed to this method. However, since Ningqiu had already made clear her intention to remain in the palace, Yirui could only keep her silence.

"Now that everyone has arrived, let us return to the sect!" the yellow-faced cultivator said casually as he tossed out a three-foot-long yellow sword, which hovered in mid-air.

The gaze from overhead lingered for a long time, though it was impossible to tell what it was looking at. Lu Xixiang always felt a guilty conscience under that stare. Just as she was about to speak, a phantom flickered before her, a gentle breeze brushed her face, and when she looked up again, there was not a soul in sight.

Chen Cheng was extremely dissatisfied with Jia Xu's performance. With him right here, what kind of hero was a mere minister trying to play?

Crown Prince Li Jiancheng harbored no further doubts about him—because the very next day, the twenty-fourth day of the fifth month of the ninth year of Wude, exactly ten days before the Xuanwu Gate Incident, Li Jiancheng suddenly invited him to the Eastern Palace to discuss state affairs.

Yet, Fat Dragon's face still bore no trace of panic. His left hand, previously concealed behind his back, suddenly lunged forward, directly grabbing at the blade that flashed with a sharp, piercing light.

Wen Ruchu's smile gradually turned into a dry chuckle, and the atmosphere grew somewhat heavy. Left with no choice, she stopped smiling, glanced at Su Chen's expression, and secretly curled her lips in disdain.

When Ningqiu returned to Bright Moon Tower, she learned that Yirui had been invited by Yilin to Crimson Smoke House to discuss countermeasures. When Ningqiu hurried over, the two were just preparing to play a game of Go, so Ningqiu stood by to serve tea. An hour later, the match finally ended with Yirui winning by a narrow margin of one stone.

He had people investigate Qi Qianqian, and her background turned out to be completely untarnished. She had not kept close company with any males, nor had she ever been in a relationship, making it extremely difficult to trace whose hands Qi Qianqian's child had actually passed through.

What kind of agreement was this? If the first two terms were somewhat understandable, the last one felt rather like a whimsical prank. However, in the days to come, Pang De would realize just how wise this decision truly was.

The remaining man was struck on the left cheek by a punch from Chen Ze, tumbling to the ground and letting out a miserable scream.

There was a high probability that the children would be used as blood sacrifices, and the entire basement of the orphanage was likely a formation designed for blood sacrifice.

She had assumed Jiang Weidong would hook up with Xu Huizhen first and then set his sights on her, but she truly hadn't expected that he had set his sights on the two flowers of Zhengyang Gate so early on.

She desperately wanted to rush in and ask Shen Chongye why he had to do this, but reason ultimately kept Lu Ningwan in check.

Su Niannian watched the barrage of comments blooming with joy while forcing a pitiable, bullied expression on her face.

The heavy scent of medicine was mingled with an elusive sweetness; what she had only suspected earlier, she was now completely certain of.

Yet they had secretly schemed against such a figure. If they truly provoked the other party, the subsequent consequences would be something they could never bear.

Compared to their last meeting, Ji Xinyue's large eyes held less tragic resolve and much more relaxation.

Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and knocked on the door opposite Qin Xingyue's, abandoning her plan to seek out Qin Xingyue altogether.

After finishing, she tore off the sheet of paper, placed it where Huo Jinju could see it most easily, and weighed it down with an ashtray.

That man, however, endured the discomfort on his face, forcing his eyes wide open. Ignoring the chaotic bustling of those around him trying to wipe his face, he waved his hand coldly, watching with a gloomy gaze as that pale-yellow figure vanished around the corner.

Silence. The previous commotion and the babble of competing voices vanished entirely as everyone watched Chu Nan slowly withdraw his fist from the iron gate.

The funds injected into Lu Yaocheng's company back then were actually from the Lu family. When Lu Yaocheng discovered this, he flew into a rage and prepared to dissolve the company outright. Learning of this, Irene begged him not to destroy the enterprise she had painstakingly built.

After making a silencing gesture toward him, Qiu Feng didn't bother to deal with the burrowing rat still dangling from Long Qi's grasp, but instead kept his eyes fixed on the Thunder Emperor's remnant soul, trying to glean something from his expression.

Chen Bangguo's action left everyone in the restaurant stunned. For no apparent reason, why was he asking for his name?

Besides, the ups and downs of passion were only human nature. With a human life spanning mere decades, how could she, Jiang Ruo, cower behind shackles and face the scorn of a thousand pointers?

"This?" Dou Dou was momentarily stunned. He was naturally well aware of the chaotic state within Li Ang's body, where four or five strands of genuine qi were intertwined and tangled, barely maintaining a precarious balance. To rashly diminish even one of them could indeed trigger adverse consequences.

"Could there be some accident, Senior Brother Yu?" Deeply concerned when it came to Li Ang, Qiao He stepped forward to press the question.

Car after car of sports cars began driving into the Longcheng compound. There were no so-called celebrities from W City; all who arrived were fierce-looking, tattooed men.

Dan Xialiu nodded inwardly with satisfaction as he watched his grandson regulate his breathing. Although he usually scolded Dan Bucheng, Dan Xialiu was exceptionally pleased with his grandson's growth in alchemy.

That power was immensely formidable. No matter how powerful and prosperous the Blood Clan might become in the future, they must never choose to make an enemy of Eastern forces.

After all, he understood that only by following the right person could one continue to climb upward in this ruthless world of deceit and betrayal.

The interior of the carriage was indeed very hot. Now that the commercial van had started and all the windows were rolled down, the wind blowing in from outside even carried a scorching sensation.

The black box was a foot square and sealed with a talisman, yet faint wisps of black qi still leaked out from within.

Xie Lengchao let out a low shout. Throwing a punch that shattered the air, he locked his sights squarely on Yu Hao.

"I'll find time to teach you how to swim later. Having one more basic skill will be good for you," Wang Chengleng said, his gaze resolute, carrying a faint, underlying gleam of worry.

Suddenly, Chen Song quietly materialized behind the Spiritual Heart Deer, his sharp sword thrusting straight for the deer's neck. Sensing the danger, the Spiritual Heart Deer struggled to turn around, its antlers deflecting Chen Song's long sword.

"Elder Ying Tian, he is my guest. Isn't it inappropriate for you to speak to him this way?" Yang Kun knitted his brows, his tone unkind.

Their massive frames trembled uncontrollably, their eyes consumed by terror, and their legs shaking unceasingly, as if recalling some unimaginably terrifying existence.