Forty-One

Mr. Sinister's mind was somewhat chaotic, but his survival instinct already drove him to turn around and pull open the door he had just closed.

"Of course I love it!" Bing Liyan said with increasing tenderness, moving closer and closer to Wen Ting for reasons unknown.

The window rolled down, and he saw Sun Yi push his seat back, resting his legs on the steering wheel, and stretching out into a comfortable posture.

The shifting Demon Saw was overjoyed, shouting aloud, "Look, it's Huo Yingguang striking and Californium hitting that crevice in the ice!"

"No problem!" Kuang Tiejun felt that he would definitely do better than Ning Bo this time, and he was full of confidence.

Carrying Yun Ling and riding on Zhuang Zhuang as they flew through the sky, Liu Ang felt somewhat heavy-hearted looking at the Xuantian City, where many places had been destroyed and the sounds of crying and bitter wailing were endless.

And what Li Jinghe and Zhu Yuanfang saw was precisely that person named Yi Qindong from the morning; besides a few men in black, among the brought participants there were even familiar faces.

On one side, they tried not to stir up any more right and wrong, while on the other, even Lord Laozi began to lean toward a hesitant middle ground.

It turned out that many among these viewing "young masters" came from the Great Han, with a few being the descendants of the veteran minister Cheng Liang, including the sons of the Cavalry General Li Feidu and Lijiao Guang, while the rest were mostly the scions of nobility.

The surrounding people originally wanted to watch the spectacle, and some had even prepared to play the hero saving the damsel in distress.

Yet he truly needed to stop now. Upon sensing it, his transcendent peak realm had completely stabilized, and countless energies were still coursing through; he could no longer absorb any more.

"Brother, don't you know you're wrong yet?" Bai Ruoyun and Lan Xin rushed in, with Bai Ruoyun holding a bottle of wound-healing ointment in her hand.

Hua Jiaoniang let out a soft sigh, yet she knew not how to comfort her, for Li Yuanhao had indeed caused her too deep a hurt. Seeing her hair now entirely white, Hua Jiaoniang could not help but feel a pang of heartache for her.

The faces of the few people who had followed An Youjia yesterday were quite gloomy; they had even mocked them a bit last night, yet to think they were actually this formidable—could they really be newcomers? Who knows if that person would hold a grudge.

"Enough, it's probably some kind of mental attack. With the likes of us here, it's more than enough to finish off the both of them," Justin of the Petrifying Ray said, looking at the indifferent-looking Sang Ruo opposite him and Asezah, who looked as if he were on a countryside outing.

"Ruo Ruo!" Jiyou cried out, immediately casting a flurry of body-restoring spells over Sang Ruo.

With such a remark now made, it essentially accounted for the grievances between Consort Jing and Consort Qi. Sheng Mingzhu closely scrutinized the tear-stained Consort Jing, and then swept a glance at Su Qingwan's pear-blossom-in-rain delicate figure, instantly understanding a fair bit as well.

Watching Imperial Physician Li's cowering demeanor, Liu Dan clenched his fists, restraining himself from punching him straight in the face.

A flurry of doubts instantly surged within Lu Changfeng. He had all along been bitter and eagerly awaiting the appearance of Mr. Bai Qi, yet never had he expected that Qi Mubai was Bai Qi. Since he had一直 been concealing his identity, why was he now willing, at this critical juncture, to reveal his true identity to him without the slightest reservation?

Shen Heyi's gaze continually followed Yao Qingmu. Watching her slip into the tent, he withdrew his gaze and looked toward Rong Yun, who was gazing infatuatedly this way from beneath the tree. Inside, it tasted as bitterly astringent as if he had just swallowed a bowl of herbal medicine.

With that, she walked over to the parking lot not far away, pressed the switch on her car key, and watched the red Maserati flash its lights.

"The young master has finally gone to sleep, Madam, you should also rest early." Xiangling followed behind Heyi as they exited Yuanjun's courtyard.

"I—" Qingfang hesitated. After all, the matter of her going to a political marriage had not yet been made public, and speaking of it with Heyi could only be done in whispers; but with Xiangling present right now, it was not convenient for her to speak.

His kisses fell like raindrops, frantically kissing her eyes, her nose, her lips... while his palms wandered among her charming curves.

Even Helian Heyi was slightly stunned. Though she had heard this voice but a few times, she was more than familiar with it! Apart from that gold-masked, cold-faced King of Nanzhao, Murong Feiming, who else would use such a pearl-like, warm voice to hurl insults without uttering a single dirty word? How had he appeared here?

"...His Majesty knows the secret within this? By my meaning, Your Majesty, have you already cracked it?" Helian Heyi listened to this tone of his, always feeling that he was concealing something.

Qiuril discovered that because of his own plotting, the distance between himself and Yeyi seemed to have unconsciously widened.

Feeling a slight coolness at her neck, the person before her wore a stern expression, their gaze unfathomable. For no reason, she felt a restlessness in her heart, slightly gathering her composure and steadying herself.

Jinfeng, usually so proud and cold, was crying like a child at this moment, her tears staining the drawing paper until Chu Yunlian's features blurred and became indistinct.

"You really are lovesick to the point of madness over Shaoshi." Hearing Liu Yuxi mention Pei Yeheng being a vixen once again, Ye Caiping simply found it laughable.

Half a minute later, the Audi made a turn, zipped toward another path, and sped away in a flash of smoke.

Ouyang Xueqi was momentarily stunned. Before she could react, she saw Zhang Shiyi slowly turn around, walk leisurely toward her, gently take her hand, and lead her out of the courthouse.

Tongtong stayed by Mo Yun's side, chatting with him, yet always felt an unshakable sense of unease in her heart.

"I called from the landline just now, so you must have thought the number was very unfamiliar, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have gone so long without answering the phone," Tang Lili asked with a smile.

Bo Zhou and Deng Xixian exchanged a glance, and frankly said, "General Eisenhower, we have never witnessed the destructive effects of atomic and hydrogen bombs, but Commander Ding once said that the destructive power of atomic and hydrogen bombs is terrifying, leaving behind endless future troubles. Unless it is a battle of life and death, they should not be used lightly."