37 A Stone (17)

The Emperor was dumbfounded. Had the Zhang woman truly severed ties with her own family to throw her lot in with Rong Tang?

Wang Xudong was genuinely startled this time; he remained dazed for a long while, unable to comprehend how a perfectly healthy person could have died so suddenly.

He pointed toward the main gate, signaling that they should leave. Now was hardly a good time to be welcoming guests.

Shen Suixin had previously gathered some information on DC’s new fragrance for Su Yuexi and encouraged her to study the advertisements of past DC spokespeople.

The Emperor’s expression stiffened, and he let out a dry laugh. Though this place was quite close to the capital, in the face of trouble, it felt as desolate as the deepest wilderness; an ordinary person would have despaired long ago.

The teacup shattered into seven or eight pieces on the floor, yet Emperor Jingming felt no relief. After stumbling back a few steps, he collapsed dejectedly into a grand armchair.

Baoxin was actually quite happy. In her past life, her younger brother had searched everywhere for her; in this life, she could finally contribute to his cause. She was now firmly convinced that he would be safe.

As for Lin Feng, he shook his head with a look of helplessness. How could he have known that Bai Muxue would witness such a scene? It could only be called an accident.

Killing four evolved foxes was no great challenge, and killing any number of evolved beasts was not much harder, as very few evolved animals were truly willing to submit to humans.

If the conflict in the main hall escalated, would someone come rushing out, discover her, and simply "snap"—finish her off first?

Ye Lainiang’s words carried a certain logic. The Zhang woman temporarily suppressed her inner anxiety and waved for the servants to leave. "Was this done discreetly? We cannot allow the Zheng family to trace it back to us." If they did, she feared it would not only create an enemy of the Zheng family but the Zhang family as well.

"Ilya encountered a snake-turtle? It seems she has already been eaten." The Daligula tribesman who discovered the dead snake-turtle said, his face full of grief. Even among the Daligula, Ilya had been a beloved child; it was tragic that such a child should meet such an early end.

Meng Jue released her as requested. Yan’er, finally free, scrambled out of his embrace and hurried to the side in a panic. As she moved, the tools she had brought along to play tricks on Meng Jue tumbled onto the ground.

A river lay just outside the cave entrance. Fortunately, it was not the flood season, so the water was shallow; otherwise, they would never have made it out. They waded to the bank, holding onto one another. The daylight shone from behind the mountain—it was indeed the western foothills of Rotten Silver Mountain.

Yet Rivard refused to accept reality. One could have simply dodged, but he insisted on striking with his Wufeng Sword. Under his blow, the massive fireball instantly split in two.

Although my love for Fang Mengyi came later, her gentleness and care caused me to fall into this relationship bit by bit.

"What are you thinking about?" Miao Qing noticed that Huang Kui’s expression had shifted, her face darkening. Regardless of the crowd, she pinched the soft flesh at Huang Kui’s waist hard.

"Well? Have they left?" Madame Jia sat on a black-lacquered, carved-back chair, her face ashen as she asked Cherry, who was lifting the curtain to enter.

The entire purpose of this trip had been for Shen Tianlan and Huo Lian. If she appeared, he should have been happy, but why, upon seeing her, did his heart hold a trace of worry?

"I’m no brother of yours, you ghost," I muttered to myself. I was one step closer to entering the Giant Axe Gang. It seemed I would soon be in contact with their upper echelon; that would be the time to show what I was truly capable of.

Luo Chen stepped back again, happening upon a giant tree behind him. He flashed to the side, hiding behind the trunk. Wu Wei could not check his momentum and drove his long sword deep into the wood, unable to pull it free.

The Western Region, where Blackwater Town was located, was high in altitude and bitterly cold. Coupled with the recent invasion by the Houwu Kingdom, the people were unsettled, and few were walking the streets.

Having traveled a long distance back from abroad, he had not been able to get a proper rest since his return.

The Mo Guards brought by Su Ning effectively controlled the entrance to the secret realm, and any strangers were shooed far away. Naturally, such bold actions by the Mo family attracted the attention of noble houses, and the perimeter was soon filled with their spies.

Was it merely a coincidence, or was Yang Yufei feeling guilty about last night’s events and afraid to come to work?

"Huh!" Zi Junche was lost in confusion. Shouldn’t he have been the one to say, "Grandfather, you’re awake! That’s wonderful!"? Why was it the other way around? Was the world surreal, or was he?

If it were that level-two peak bear, one would have to strike unexpectedly to inflict a serious wound; if it were anything else, they could eliminate quite a few.

In truth, Bai Zichen did not believe in the existence of aliens at all. He preferred to think that Ying Hanjian was merely a freak with a mutation—someone born with a tail and a bit more strength. There had been reports of newborns with tails abroad before. Now, however, this freak was his ticket to fame.

Worried about startling the other guests in the restaurant, I turned to leave, but in my haste, I crashed straight into another patron.

Yun Duoduo turned, wanting to return to the hospital room, but her mood had plummeted. The succession of events and news left her heart in a state of extreme agitation.

At this moment, even if Elder Fang were here, Cao Gangqu likely wouldn't dare oppose Chen Langya. How could this obscure bar security guard possibly be protected by such a prominent figure?

A beam of light descended from above. Delu stood with his back to him, one hand raised above his shoulder, the other at his waist. As the music began, his right hand twitched rhythmically as if suffering from a cramp, followed by his arms, body, and legs, all swaying to the beat.

The Beggar Sect had finally played its trump card. They had not appeared previously, but now that the sect was in decline and the campaign to suppress it had become an unstoppable wildfire, they had no choice but to emerge and fight the flames.

The master and servant walked back to the main garden of Zhiyan Pavilion, stopping simultaneously at the entrance. There, before the door to the sleeping chamber, a tall figure stood alone in the night wind. The lake-blue silhouette looked serene and gentle under the moonlight, yet carried an indescribable, lonely melancholy.