Chapter 19

Yang Chen felt helpless, but he had to react, or he would be crippled by these fellows.

The Prince of Rui frowned in contemplation. A moment later, finding no sense in the situation, he irritably picked up his teacup, assuming the maid was merely trying to seduce him. However, the moment he lifted the cup, he sensed something amiss. He took a sip of tea with an unruffled expression, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Golden blood, imbued with ethereal fire, clashed against a formidable and mysterious bloodline of unknown origin! The impact, feeling as though it came from ancient times, caused the skin of Xinghun Wuji to crack, beads of blood seeping out.

Shen Yang returned home to tell his wife about the recent events. Yet, when the elder Ye couple learned that Shen Yang had resigned from the Oriental Group, they simply shook their heads, expressing their regret.

Her soft, slightly cool hair fell down, brushing against the back of his hand and his neck. The ends of her hair swept lightly against him; it was quite alluring.

Seeing the long silence from the other end, Yang Jiazhen seemed to understand something and continued, "I will take responsibility for the consequences." Only Yang Jiahu could make Yan Yi hesitate. Although he did not know what they had been through, it was a fact that Yan Yi trusted Yang Jiahu. To appease him, Yang Jiazhen dangled the bait.

Suddenly, Li Zixiao’s foot slipped and he fell to the ground. By the time he scrambled back up, the figure had already vanished.

Ye Shaoxuan suddenly disappeared from where he stood, only to return two breaths later. Wu Xuan had no time to intervene, and could only see that the other half of Guo Yuanyi’s face was now flushed crimson, appearing quite symmetrical.

However, this thunderclap startled some long-slumbering, unknown holy spirits on this ancient battlefield; they seemed to grasp the true significance of that sound far better than others.

Qing Wu immediately realized she was still bathing, and he had barged in without a word.

As soon as they settled in, Granny Poison instructed Li Ning not to let anyone rush into his room to disturb him. Li Ning agreed repeatedly, but before long, a commotion could be heard outside the Xu residence.

He had become homeless, wandering the streets until he fainted from hunger, only to be found by Sister Ziwei, followed by his uncle returning from England to take him away.

The chaotic Wind and Cloud Peak was crowded with people from various nations, all searching for the location of treasure, many having spent half their lives in the pursuit.

That tug brought Xia Kui’s soul back to her body. She maintained her shy demeanor, but her head snapped up. This inadvertent movement caused her gaze to meet Li Yi’s eyes mid-air.

In a flash, Li Daniu thought of his sickle. He hurriedly looked up and saw that the sickle had stopped moving on its own. Moreover, the door leading out of this space had opened.

"I have a question," Gao Tiantian said, looking quite puzzled. "Since Chi You has already come, why didn’t he take the inheritance with him?"

The guard led me up the precarious staircase. Halfway up, he suddenly changed direction, forcing me to follow with a frown.

He was entirely professional. When Ke Nanfeng greeted him, he did not respond, and when he spoke now, there was not a hint of personal sentiment, as if he no longer remembered who Ke Nanfeng was.

Lu Renwang turned pale, knowing that if Li Gexiao were to strike him with a sword, his body and soul would surely be annihilated.

She wanted to push him away, but she lacked the strength to resist this man, the most powerful in the Heavenly Realm. After struggling futilely for a few moments, she could only go quiet and yield to him.

"Father, Uncle, Third Uncle." The Nine-Headed Bird looked at the three of them in surprise, though he ignored Lan Chen, who stood behind Zhao Gongming, as he had not known Lan Chen before leaving.

At that moment, Gang Meng rushed in through the back door with his men, the murderous intent on his face clear to see; it was evident how desperate he was to kill.

The Emperor of the Underworld had no idea how much harm this vibration might cause the child, so naturally, he dared not try it lightly.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, followed by two thuds as people knelt. Two palace maids in scarlet robes lay on the ground, trembling like chaff.

We could no longer keep this matter hidden, as He Zelin had learned the news before we even returned home; the moment we entered, we felt the heavy, oppressive atmosphere.

"Alright, alright! I will personally deliver it to the old Dean!" Boss Sun was dripping with cold sweat, the composure he had shown earlier completely gone.

Zhan Dongtong spoke, then exchanged a look with Tian Renshuai, whose gaze then fell on Hao Nan with ill intent.

The Heavenly King of Wide Eyes was covered in cold sweat. Having been a celestial for so many years, he had deeply internalized the idea that there was a fundamental difference between gods and mortals, viewing it as a matter of course.

The Arhat paid no heed to Gui Rong’s praise, asking only whether this Guang Hu should be released or kept.

Tiantian remained mired in the sorrow and helplessness of being picked up, and Li Yao felt a slight pang of pity.

Feng Yanhui heard someone push the door open and turned to look. Upon seeing it was Yin Jieheng, he was so startled that he hurriedly buried his head under the quilt, trembling incessantly, not daring to speak to him.

At that moment, Yin Jieheng was speaking with Xu Hu, while Chu Yaocen and Chu Linyuan stood to the side. Both gazed at the mountain in the distance, the soft sound of the wind in their ears, and neither spoke for a long time.

"Damn it!" Xiang Xiatian cursed under her breath. An ordinary person would never have been able to escape her silver needles; who on earth had gone to such great lengths to capture her?

More villagers arrived one after another, calling their relatives and friends to consult them, helping them invest indirectly. It was the same tactic used by sales offices, born of the fear of missing out and losing out.

Perhaps she had known from the very beginning that Chu Rui was fond of her, probing and drawing closer step by step, until the eventual confession of her heart.

"Yide, it’s settled: I am the one accompanying the Lord, you cannot compete with me!" Zhao Yun said, turning quickly to remind Zhang Fei upon hearing the news.

Seeing that it was Feng Ling’an, he let out a sigh of relief. His red-rimmed eyes were brimming with tears, yet he struggled to hold them back.

Qiao Nian knew that Li Yao disliked being disturbed, but with so many people in the film crew, it was impossible to find any quiet.

Feng Liuzi was dragged into the venue and thrown to the ground. Guan Hanbin opened his eyes in horror to see that Feng Liuzi’s hamstrings and tendons were bloodied and he was on the verge of death. Having these severed meant his mobility was restricted; for someone in this line of work, that was as good as losing his livelihood.

"I don't paint for specific people; I paint for those who are good-looking," Suixin stated her rules without a shred of integrity.

Sun Chan frowned slightly but said nothing. Since when did she have a say in her marriage to Gu Junming? Besides, she had been studying in preparation for the entrance exams in September, but she could not be bothered to explain that to Wang Guihua.