Chapter 50 Little Imp

Hearing me say this, Ludovica reacted like an addict told by her family that she was being sent to a rehabilitation center. With a soul-crushed, frantic howl, she cried, "Your Imperial Highness, please give me another chance, please give me another chance—" before being forcefully dragged away by two nearby Dark Knights.

Upon hearing the news, the Second Prince immediately went to stop it, but no one listened to him. Blinded by the alluring dream of expanding territories, the King stubbornly insisted on his own course, paying no heed to reality. Some even suggested simply getting rid of those soldiers to wipe the slate entirely clean.

Years had passed, and he had changed very little; a faint, elusive hint of a smile still lingered at the corners of his mouth.

The minute hand of the clock had just ticked past two forty-five. Two fire engines were already parked in the square, and the wooden boards were only piled halfway up the body of the white sedan.

At this moment, Xiao Qian also understood a fundamental principle: an army only needs to show its sharp edge during combat, while during rest periods, it should be entirely unrestrained.

Some things could be done, but absolutely never spoken of. Fan Wubing had no desire to make himself a thorn in the eyes and flesh of the Japanese. Should some fanatic militarist pop up one day, strapping on a bundle of explosives to perish together with him, it would become quite a troublesome affair.

The Violet-Gold Gourd was his greatest reliance, but by the same token, he could not depend on the gourd for everything. It was a divine artifact that brought about a miraculous reversal when he was at his most desperate, not a trailblazing tool for him to commit wanton slaughter in order to evade heavenly retribution.

"Why should I fear him changing his mind?" Ye'er rested her head on her arm, looking at her quietly without much expression.

Being directly dragged into the lava pool, even with Liu Qing's rosy cloud protection, was simply impossible to handle.

Therefore, normal human beings, when killing for the very first time, would almost invariably hesitate, panic, and feel a sense of terror—alongside a tiny trace of excitement.

When Pan An's power elevated to a certain degree, the flow of time on Earth would also slow down because of him.

Burning fragments of stone continuously rained down upon the Earth's surface. This apocalyptic meteor shower destroyed numerous cities, and the massive tidal waves whipped up by the impact inflicted heavy losses upon various coastal nations.

That layer of soft radiance fell upon Shi Ranran, as though coating her in a sacred, ethereal glow.

Still, deep into the night, one shouldn't dwell on such plots. Chang Huanxi shivered all over, rubbing her sore eyes. It was time to sleep, yet she couldn't turn off the lights; she felt rather frightened.

At noon, sunlight filtered through the lush branches and leaves of the grand trees, casting mottled shadows. Flecks of fragmented sunlight streamed through the window and fell upon the floor of the hospital ward.

Instantly, my patience was exhausted, so I simply summoned it back again. Who asked my current self to rely entirely on this "arrogance" to help solve my problems? Naturally, I could not afford to offend her.

"I didn't expect that, although you aren't much to look at as a person, your barbecue skills are actually quite decent. It's rather delicious," Su Ya said.

Inside the movie theater, it was completely safe, and Xu Xinyuan was entirely relaxed. This time, he was finally able to enjoy a movie with true peace of mind.

"I don't care what your intentions are, let's just leave it at that. Send me back to the dormitory; I don't have the strength to go home," Chang Huanxi said, taking a sip of plain water.

Moreover, since Longyuan City was predominantly populated by martial artists of the third, fourth, and fifth realms, rather than spending a fortune to hire a fourth-rank alchemist to refine top-tier Immortal-Waking Powder, it was far better to invest heavily in acquiring large quantities of low-tier Immortal-Waking Powder to forcefully elevate one's cultivation realm.

For dark-attribute magical beasts, the light attribute was their natural nemesis. Dazzling radiance formed countless points of light across the sky, sweeping toward the pursuing beasts like a shower of falling stars.

Disregarding whether the dark night was turning into broad daylight, Wu Fu only knew that if the water gate were lost, Fang Mao would surely take his dog's life. Desperately, he led the rebel soldiers to hack and slash at the Song dynasty naval troops storming the city walls.

Emperor Renshou's failure to treat his children equally was something he had seen with absolute clarity since childhood. With his mother's humble background and her status as the descendant of a criminal official, he naturally never hoped to stand on equal footing with He Zichen and his brothers. Yet the occasional bitterness of lingering resentment and unfulfilled yearning in the depths of his heart remained so painful.

Because the containment of Prince Ji's mansion and the confiscation of his property were handled by the Duke of Ying, Jinghe was fully aware when the imperial envoy went to deliver the poisoned wine to Yao Ling'er.

With King Gu's profound trust, if any members of his clan still existed, Xue Hao would spare no effort to rescue them, refusing to let them suffer further torment at the hands of outsiders.

Dongfang Xiao was momentarily stunned, then quickly understood. Having mentioned his sect back then, he had no intention of concealing it from his companions within the family.

This time, Zhang Haotian, Zhou Yingying, and even Zhou Weiguang spoke in unison.

Facing such a plan, He Chuan felt it was far simpler than the gaming company before him—every single issue was determined entirely by the computer. If the computer encountered any malfunction, then that would be a genuine problem.

"That's completely up to you. If you believe you can defeat me, feel free to use whatever martial arts you please; it doesn't matter at all," He Chuan said while simultaneously making all necessary psychological preparations.

"Next, you're going to unleash the Wings of the Dark Emperor, aren't you? Those Wings of the Dark Emperor may be able to kill others, but they are powerless against me!" Xue Hao's expression turned stern, a piercing chill gleaming in his eyes.

Qin Lan's face drained of color in sheer terror, and she couldn't help crying out. She had no idea what kind of martial soul Yang Xuan had actually unleashed, but seeing him suffer so intensely still caused her heart to ache with twinges of profound agony.

"I hope Zuo Chang's strength isn't too formidable," Jiang Shaojun said, gazing at Du Jingyun on the stage with a face full of worry.

Continuing to absorb energy at this rate, he might just break through to the ninth layer of the Void-Transformation Realm, after which the Earth Immortal Realm would beckon to him.

It was only at this moment that this deep bow represented a truly willing apology from Song Xingzhi, the wealthiest man in Hong Kong. He deeply regretted his previous rude behavior toward Wang Yi and secretly resolved that from then on, he would genuinely dedicate himself to charitable endeavors and accumulate more hidden virtues.

For him, no matter how precious a spirit herb might be, it still fell short of a divine medicine, and it was far from enough to support his cultivation of the Eight Gates of Life and Death.

"Since that is the case, let us each display our true abilities in one final strike!" Du Moye laughed wildly.

"Hmph, it really was you! Hand Long Jun over to me right now!" Zhang Wei's gaze abruptly turned freezing cold, his aura pressing relentlessly toward Meng Chaoran.

Upon hearing this, Ye Tianchen had no intention of keeping secrets and directly transmitted his inner thoughts to Wu Ziying via telepathy.

"I'm fine," Su Yanyu panted lightly, her eyes still brimming with fighting spirit as she looked at Zheng Weilan.

Unsure of what had transpired, the elm tree immediately pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Now that things had reached this juncture, she had run out of retreat paths and had to grit her teeth and press forward. Only in this way could she gather the courage to complete this final task for them.