Volume 1, Chapter 25: Mr. Fu Wants to Hold Her Hand

Yu Youran, possessing absolute confidence in her son, Yu Zhantao, used him as leverage to coerce Lu Dayou.

Su Yue gazed at Dong Yueli with a radiant smile, her face devoid of any sorrow, as if nothing had ever happened.

Lin Ye collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. This battle was a failure; the Lin Dynasty had suffered a defeat, its losses catastrophic, though fortunately, the imperial palace remained intact.

Old Man Zhao lifted his stainless-steel bowl, filled to the brim with at least four taels of white liquor. His eyes were wide as copper bells, and his face was flushed a deep, vibrant red.

As the voice faded, the people around began to stir once more, their memories having been completely rewritten.

Their expressions softened as they looked at Wang Xu, their eyes brimming with gratitude. "Wang Xu, thank you!" If they had only just met the entry standards for the Imperial Capital Soul Imperial Academy before, they were now absolutely certain of their admission.

Han Shaodong turned back, his gaze fierce and murderous as he glared at Wang Xu, as if he wanted to tear him apart limb from limb.

Young Master Black Dragon, the elderly man in the high cap, Wu Qinggui, and all the others watched with drooling eyes, their faces filled with urgent desire.

Lin Ye’s Chiyou palm was rapidly and frantically compressing five magic spheres. Previously, he could only compress one sphere containing pure demonic energy, but having advanced to the high stage of the Demon Infant realm, he could now compress five in the shortest time possible, with power far greater than before.

Tang Yi laughed, "I say, they are truly stupid to death; otherwise, how could they have misunderstood us?" All four burst into loud laughter.

Tail felt somewhat dejected. She lacked talent and possessed no special attributes; she was only a little cute, but that was all.

Li Zhichen led the way inside, followed by the Water Element Attendant and the Fire Element Attendant, while the Master of the Heavenly Dragon Temple and the others followed through the cave entrance one by one. Inside was a deep kiln with stone walls on all sides, capable of holding a hundred people.

Li Zhichen asked, "I wonder if my Formless Flow Bead can alter this formation to set you free." The Master of the Heavenly Dragon Temple replied, "The Formless Flow Bead governs the sun, moon, and time itself. Patron Li, you might as well try." Li Zhichen nodded, channeled his elemental energy, and reached out to touch the seven-colored light barrier.

He had never expected that this guy would actually dare to come to the provincial capital to cause him trouble. Did he not know that his own strength had soared, and he no longer feared his reputation?

However, just as he approached the grass beast, a dagger suddenly whistled from afar, embedding itself directly in front of Chai Bao’s feet.

On the way back, Wu Ting’er finally explained the situation. What Long Jianfei had heard earlier was merely one-sided.

The four great demon generals and the rogue cultivators were suddenly surrounded by the human race, and the battlefield erupted into a frenzy.

Although Ling Yuqing was unsure of what was happening, she at least understood now that they had mistaken her for someone of great status and power.

The doctors around heard Ye Feng’s summary of Princess Elizabeth’s condition and began to discuss it among themselves, yet no matter how they debated, they could not figure out what this "princess illness" actually entailed.

"You, what nonsense are you spouting? You unreasonable old hag!" Old Man He’s face turned livid with rage, and he clutched his chest, coughing violently until his face turned bright red.

Lin Qian’s face turned crimson with shame, as if his sore spot had been poked, and he immediately stepped forward to shove Wang Yao.

"Fine, I’ll be waiting." Ruan Heng didn’t believe for a second that his clumsy sister could catch a fish; it was more likely the fish would catch her.

Looking down, there were cars powered by spirit stones and others powered by water, but using water required tons of it, which was clearly impractical.

Tongtian, however, remained silent. His hair had long been disheveled by the sect leader, and his body was covered in blood, mainly because Tongtian, seeking revenge, had adopted a suicidal tactic of trading injury for injury.

"Who do you think you are!" the lead child shouted, waving his arm. The children behind him began to swing their weapons, smashing at He Hao—they were entirely unreasonable, and there was no way to communicate with them.

It was not that he did not trust them, but he always felt that some secrets should not be known by too many people; loose lips sink ships.

Amidst this rare tranquility, two figures crept past the sentries, slipping silently out of the headquarters of the Salvation Guild.

But the zombies were nearly endless, and no matter how He Hao fought, their numbers only continued to grow.

If this were the case, why didn't these Arcane Armors attack together instead of coming one by one to die?

Hearing this, the fog in Jingyi’s heart gradually began to clear, but what had happened after that?

"Alright, alright, I won’t tease you anymore. No, it’s too funny, I can’t help it." Wuji calmed his emotions, intending to speak seriously, but he couldn't help but laugh again.

The Empress Dowager’s gaze was profound, her lips pressed tightly together. Suddenly, her eyes turned cold. Seeing Situ Tengfeng repeatedly challenging her patience filled her with hatred. She never imagined that Xiahou Ningwu could possess such charm. Hmph, but everyone in the Xiahou family must die. Her hand slowly clenched into a fist.

Watching his handsome, smiling face, she leaned her head toward him, filled with lingering attachment and gentle tenderness. She closed her eyes, letting tears slide wantonly down her fair cheeks. At this moment, she didn't want to think about anything; she just wanted to be reckless this once, to indulge herself, perhaps for the only time.

After leaving the hospital, we didn't return to school; the morning classes were likely missed. Tao Jing and I went straight to the police station. I had Tao Jing carry a large bag of various fruits to butter up the officers, hoping to gain permission to speak privately with the boy who had been brought in with me yesterday.

She felt utterly helpless. Early in the morning, people had been sent to tell her that no idle persons were allowed to stay in the residence, and she was asked to make them leave immediately, or she would have to leave the Crown Prince’s mansion as well.