Chapter 95

Suddenly, a strong and powerful hand appeared at my waist, gently pulling me close until I was pressed against his chest.

The Zhao family had no intention of engaging in such affairs; their relationship with the consort would never remain peaceful for long. Once one side bore a child, the bond would shatter—so why waste effort now?

Yin Tang was thrilled to be traveling to Fujian this time. Opportunities to leave the capital were rare, especially to such a distant place; this was his first time.

Just as we were about to pass through the security sensor gate, suddenly, a shout erupted.

Well, the relentless pace and high-efficiency work habit made it impossible for me to stop now. Since work was inevitable, I might as well accompany my superior.

In less than three minutes, four elite monstrous exorcists lay defeated, leaving behind two bottles of red potion, several gold coins, and a piece of armored greave.

Suddenly, with a forceful grip, his large hand swept her up, causing her to collapse against his solid chest.

“But what do you mean, ‘but’!” Su Ye bit her lip in anger and shoved her away. “Sit quietly on the side!” Having said that, she found her seat and sat down, sulking as she sipped her tea.

The difference in speed rapidly closed the gap between the two sides, but Ye Fan, who was ahead, did not feel the joy he had imagined. As they delved deeper, he noticed the compass-like device in his hand trembled continuously, and the frequency of the shaking was rapidly increasing.

Upon hearing Cheng Cheng’s words, Su Qian’s heart suddenly sank, and she hurried toward the room.

When he finally struck, it was earth-shattering! What appeared to be a mere ordinary finger gesture stunned everyone present. Even years later, this moment remained etched vividly in their memories.

“I will handle this matter,” Emperor Li Er instructed. “First, complete the tasks I have assigned. The Heaven Wolf Guild will take care of the rest. You need not worry for now.”

“Temple of the Law.” Seeing that distinctive Hezi, Shinohara knew reinforcements had arrived. Indeed, relying solely on him and his two defeated subordinates, Black Disk and the others, was too much to expect against the formidable Xiao.

Iron Duke was startled by the words but felt helpless. Any movement on his part would be intercepted by Ouyang Ji, who would cut off his path, preventing him from approaching Xu Chen to rescue the young man in mortal danger.

Within the span of an incense stick’s burn, Li San Niang, supported by the steward Feng Yuan, gracefully walked from the main chamber to the mansion’s court hall. She wore her hair in a cloud bun adorned with golden pins, her eyebrows painted delicately, and floral forehead ornaments. Her upper garment was a bright yellow tight-sleeved short jacket, paired with a pale green, floor-length skirt that trailed softly. A red silk shawl draped from her shoulders to her waist, swaying gently with each step.

Previously, Chen Xian had a sudden enlightenment. His spiritual platform was clear and bright. Just as he exerted all his strength to see his true heart, his energy failed him, and he fainted before fully understanding himself.

Thus, Chen Xian and his companions ventured even further into remote regions. The more distant the place, the more complicated the power dynamics, with many unique local features that even Elder Du had to approach with caution and vigilance.

Its speed was astonishing; the two only caught a flicker of birdlike shadows before it shot into the sky amid a swirl of dust.

This black diamond had long been considered inferior, merely an industrial diamond used for drill bits and abrasives. Yet now it had become a fashionable gem—only the translucent, sparkling black diamonds were truly sought after.

“How could you not lose? Master, tell me, how much can this scroll sell for?” Young Master Wang could only appeal to Old Sun for help now.

Jin Hao raised an eyebrow, feeling a newfound admiration for his father. Indeed, if he could even dig underground tunnels, what was there that he couldn’t do?

Rorschach narrowed his eyes, staring at Miguel. The other’s slander was crude, but in this place, an ordinary person would have no countermeasures.

Jiu’er grasped the long sword in her hand and with a powerful swing, the blade snapped in two with a sharp crack.

The Chinese hiding there knew they couldn’t remain concealed, so two of them revealed themselves—a middle-aged man and a young man. The elder’s strength was around the fifth tier of postnatal cultivation, while the younger was at the third tier. If they faced these two vampire clansmen, the odds of winning seemed slim, Xiao Ziyang guessed silently.

Jiang Wuyan looked into Mu Wanting’s eyes, which flickered with terror, and in his mind appeared another pair of sorrowful, pitiful eyes—clear and watery.

Just thinking about it made the matter quite intriguing. Since they were mere bystanders, it was all the more entertaining.

A prince who wielded immense power over a nation fell in love with his own blood sister. Bound by natural law and morality, he loved but could never possess her.

Xing Yue and Feng Liu Mo arrived at the academy square. Aside from some students dutifully attending morning lessons, groups had gathered, seemingly embroiled in heated arguments.

Yet an icy, bone-chilling cold wind swept through the air, numbing the scalp and chilling everyone to the bone.

However, Huang Jie was uneasy about Feng Liu Mo’s ambiguous identity, so he intended to use him to test whether Feng Liu Mo’s feelings for Xing Yue were genuine.

Due to massive blood loss, the man’s face was deathly pale, utterly devoid of color, and he lacked the strength to even raise the AK47 in his right hand, which he could only lean against a tree.

Approaching noon, Ling Miao was busy cooking in the kitchen when Su Yuyang stood by the doorway, watching her busy figure. A profound contentment swelled within him; this simple life was exactly what he desired.

Ling Yang sighed helplessly, about to lecture classmate Pei Qian, who was a chronic chatterbox. Just then, from the direction of the villa’s backyard kennel, a complex chorus of barking erupted.

Madam Zhao watched as people packed important belongings. Li Danruo stepped forward to support Old Lady Cheng, smiling as she instructed Mingyue, the eldest maid, to follow behind with the other maids and servants. Mingyue quickly agreed and led the group, staying several steps back.

Long Aotian watched in horror as the enraged Ling Dingtian stormed away, then collapsed into a chair, trembling as he pulled out his phone to call Tong Hao. Yet the line was met with only static.

Xia Yang chuckled bitterly to himself. He refused to believe that Cao Zhengchun harbored no suspicions toward him. After dealing with Zhu Tiedan, he suspected the man would soon turn on him and Gu Santong.

She could not bring herself to say the word “dead.” Clenching her lips, her watery eyes brimmed with silent pleas—praying he would deny it, praying that it was merely an excuse to let her give up. Yet Qin Fangbai did not receive her silent entreaties.