Volume 1, Chapter 65: I Want to Report You!

Scattered petals adorned the staircase, and she walked slowly upward, surrounded by the enchanting fragrance and beauty of fresh flowers, feeling quite like a princess in a fairy tale.

The military doctors were dumbfounded. They had never expected that the person who clearly should have been in the wrong would be even more furious and righteous than they were. Swept by that wrathful gaze, their breath hitched, and they inexplicably began to feel in the wrong.

However, she could never utter these words in front of Gu Rugui; otherwise, she wouldn't even know how she died.

Yet, she always felt that this tyrant's explanation was rather bizarre, as if his urgent search for his junior sister was driven neither by genuine worry nor true affection, but merely as though he were fulfilling some sort of mission. It felt much akin to someone fearing that a certain medicine was about to expire and thus hastily falling ill just to consume it.

It was a young scholar clad in a soap-colored robe, gazing into the boundless sea of clouds in the distance, a verdant and majestic expanse. With his hands folded, the morning breeze billowed his robes and hair, lending an air of transcendent grace amidst his solemnity. At that moment, he was playing a melodious tune on an ancient clay ocarina.

The Emperor knew she disliked it, but for reasons unknown, he readily agreed to Consort Lan's request.

Yet every piece of news he brought was either trivial or already outdated by the time it reached Chu Cangyan.

Nuanwen walked toward the main entrance, intending to welcome Qi Nianmei. Sacred accompanied her, smiling as she took her arm and supporting her as if waiting on an old dowager empress. Knowing that trying to stop him was useless, Nuanwen simply let him be.

The sentiment in the school shifted accordingly, and the rumors were thoroughly shattered the moment Gu Zian arrived to attend classes.

Thinking this, Lin Xiaomo first went home to have a meal, changed into a nude-pink long dress, and then went outside to hail a cab to the restaurant where she worked.

Time ticked away second by second. Yue Jiangcheng had finished all his work, yet he showed no intention of leaving, for he was waiting for news from his assistant. His explicit command was that he must receive a definitive answer today.

"Shall I have someone pick you up? Captain Qin assigned me an assistant, you know," Zhou Ye blurted out without thinking, purely to show off in front of Lin Tian.

Still, one or two victories were better than none. At least he had managed to look quite formidable in front of all the races.

Several imperial physicians were acquaintances of his. Since they had spoken thus, retreating into the room would likely be of no avail.

"It's fine, it's fine. Perhaps it's just some flaking rust causing that orange-red tint in the water."

"Was it you who caused Yi Bo to be frozen by his agency?" A flash of surprise crossed Meng Wanyin's eyes. She never imagined that her mother-in-law's reach was so extensive that it could extend all the way to Yi Bo.

Once Haman began to unleash the vampiric power residing within his body, purple-black demonic marks emerged all over his bare skin.

After all, she was getting on in years and truly belonged to an endangered species in a place like this. Yet as Yue Jinyu pulled her along by the hand deeper inside, she genuinely experienced an illusion of time—a feeling that she was still young.

Halfway through their journey, they encountered a detachment of about five hundred men sent by Yu Lie to escort them, and Su Liuren recognized the leader as Huizhi.

Meng Jiajia steadied her emotions and saw Song Xin to the door. As they reached the exit, Song Xin glanced sideways at the cabinet next to them, where a test strip lay, and an idea formed in her mind.

Besides, he was keeping her as a mistress, not marrying her. She could hardly be considered as marrying above her station; at best, it was merely a transaction.

Perhaps... he wouldn't even need the Death Guard and Space Wolves to provide evidence; the very noose capable of hanging Magnus was already in the Crimson King's own hands.

Superhuman martial arts referred to the techniques mastered by superhuman warriors, the vast majority of which belonged to energy-based skills.

At the thought of soon meeting Awan, Tuoba Yao's mood soared. Everyone he looked at seemed pleasing to the eye, and when the Crown Prince came to pay his respects, he even had the leisure to offer a few pointers, occasionally taking it into his head to test the academic progress of the younger imperial princes. All of this left the princes flattered and bewildered, as they had never imagined their father could have such an approachable side.

Earlier, when stealing the medicinal broths, his luck with the first vat had been off the charts, rolling a six, followed by a five for the second. At this moment, there were eleven vats of ordinary medicinal broth inside the Turtle Mountain cave; no turtle lad could ever finish eating all of that.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Bupo showed neither surprise nor delight, maintaining an expression of utter calm. This caught the others somewhat off guard, though upon reflection, they realized that since he originally hailed from the enemy camp, it made sense that he knew of some expert secretly assisting Ouyang Xiong.

The "Single-Handed Penetration" of the Fourth Raikage, "A," at the very last moment sacrificed nearly everything, condensing his entire strength into that ultimate, peak destructive power.

Once washed clean, Wen Xiangyang lived up to her name—tranquil and warm—and Mu Lingqian's expression finally softened somewhat.

Although Orochimaru's dramatic reversal exceeded everyone's expectations and thrilled some of the Konoha ninja who had once fought alongside him in blood and sweat, everyone knew that the election of the Hokage was the main event of the day.

Yet, thinking of the million-year salary, Zhang Sheng suppressed the urge to turn around and leave, putting on an expression of bewildered anticipation as he looked at Gu Xingjing.

One had to admit that Zhang Wan was exceptionally skilled at handling people. Having negotiated business over dinner tables earlier and chatted extensively with Li Fangfang afterward, she had eaten almost nothing all evening. The sudden, rich aroma of chicken soup instantly awakened the appetite deep within her.

Seeing that his younger brother and sister were full of spirit and not at all in the disheveled and miserable state he had imagined, Xia Peng finally managed to let go of his previous guilt and worries. Otherwise, he would always have been tormented by the fact that his family clearly had money yet failed to bring anything for his younger siblings.

"An illusion, an illusion, it's all an illusion," he muttered continuously, patting his chest with lingering fear.

However, Growlithe had long since exhausted all its strength and even struggled to stand, leaving it to watch helplessly as its master plunged into danger once more.

Before long, a virtual screen appeared above the holographic display in the conference room. Although it was two-dimensional, it was still clear enough to make out distinct images.

By the time Murong Ye rushed to within a few steps of the Fourth Elder, not only had the elder's illusion array failed to complete its setup, but it was also on the verge of collapse due to an error in the circulation path of his true essence.

The ice-iron ring found in Yangyang Town was, in fact, a jump beacon, marking a destination located more than three hundred light-years away on the Xia Zhi satellite.