Chapter Eighty-One: Live Broadcast

But the poison root within Wu Xin’s body had not yet been completely removed. If it were left alone, then although Wu Xin was in good health for the moment, those symptoms would soon return. Since nothing especially urgent needed attention right now, and the funds required to help Lin Erke had, thanks to Lin Li’s assistance, already been gathered, Ma Wu decided to go at once to the Wu residence and make arrangements for the old master. Otherwise, if he became busy and forgot about Wu Xin, he...

After he left, Yang Xianrong opened her eyes. For this young emperor, she found herself increasingly unable to read him.

She sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and smoked it irritably in an effort to calm the turbulent emotions within her.

For what Shen Yanxiao’s words seemed to reveal was that she had already known the soul of a higher god?

After the men had circled the mountain once, they naturally went to find their own people and hurried back before noon.

The moment Song Mingjue saw Qin Huanhuan’s watery eyes, his heart immediately melted. Unable to restrain himself, he reached out and hugged her again.

Shen Yanxiao nodded. This was also one reason she feared being investigated. In the Divine Moon Continent, even the least remarkable green-ranked elf would have a tribe to which they belonged, yet Shen Yanxiao did not. Mu Yu and the others had once asked her about it, and she had brushed them off.

You don’t know what the other looks like, so doesn’t that make this “relationship” all the purer? Besides, aren’t there already enough beautiful people chasing after you?

Even the driver and assistant who followed her would hardly treat her kindly. Trailing after her all day, surrounded by people, pointed at and cursed, pelted with eggs—what kind of pleasant words could there be? Back then, she was not some big star at all, merely a precarious fringe celebrity.

They were still within the territory occupied by Long Yan. If they ran into one of Long Yan’s men, things would be troublesome indeed.

"Cruise, go bring the girl over. I need to see how badly she is hurt. Tell the mistress the girl may stay here with me to recover."

The old matriarch then instructed the maid again.

The more Luo Dongxue thought about it, the more unbalanced she felt. Had she not become a mere pawn for Zhan Yuan to use against Zhan Tianling?

"Father, Mother..." Zhang Siyu cried out at once, wishing she could summon the neighbors from the entire street, just to make Zhang Jiaqing’s seduction of Yang Wei an established fact.

Old Master Chen spoke slowly. Seated high above them, looking down, his eyes shone with a light that seemed able to penetrate straight into the soul.

Mu Yinong had long since noticed this problem, but had never said a word, intending to observe a little longer. They had not even yet gone to the battlefield, and already they had encountered such an absurd thing; to speak of it would only shake the army’s morale.

This time, seated inside the police station and knowing the police would act impartially and uphold the law, she felt an entirely different emotion in her heart.

Su Qing’s murmured self-talk carried a trace of madness. The voice spread through the room, chilling everyone to the bone.

The crowd looked over. From the direction of the main hall came a man in a black suit and sunglasses, alongside another man in a blue suit, his face wearing a faint smile, walking toward the rear courtyard.

Too many people were not a good thing, especially when the arrangement before them was clearly being carried out in secret; this could only mean some hidden purpose.

Ye Bai suddenly roared, leaping in the void on one foot. As the arrow was already flying toward him, he reached out with both hands and caught the tail of the arrow directly.

In a battle under the cover of night, if the enemy did not open fire, then their positions could not be distinguished clearly. Thus, illumination flares had to be launched continuously to help the soldiers judge their aim.

Just as water had its ice and extreme ice branches, the other four elements likewise possessed branch attributes of their own. As a result, Lei Li’s separated avatars numbered more than a dozen, resembling a scattering of snowflakes and embodying every battle spirit attribute.