60 An Accident (Part 20)

After she said this, she felt a trace of regret. She had never spoken to her cousin in such a sharp and straightforward manner. Moreover, judging by the circumstances just now, Ji Yingcheng was also among those in the Su residence who knew nothing of the matter.

Xuan Ye looked speechlessly at the smiling, flirtatious filth king over there, wearing an expression of utter despair upon life.

Upon arriving here, Wu Yu exchanged a single glance with that Sword Immortal, and it felt as though something had entered his body, seeing right through him completely. In the invisible realm, it was as if everything stood exposed under that cold gaze.

Precisely because of this, while other leveling spots were overcrowded to the point of suffocation, this place could be described as utterly desolate and quiet.

For the first time, Su Mosu felt that her father was such an unreasonable and quarrelsome man. Because he disliked Third Mistress Liu, he could drag her into whatever was happening at any given moment. No wonder he didn't trust her at all now.

Among those tidal waves, there were many faces I recognized, and many faces I never expected to see.

I gave a dry laugh. I hadn't told her about what happened earlier; as long as she liked it, and as long as she was happy, that was enough.

Spending half a day shuttling through this increasingly scorching lava hell, I finally saw the Blood Hell Cavern once again. It was a gigantic sphere covered in densely packed skulls, each of which could serve as an entrance, and inside should lie a sealed city.

San-zhuzi only felt that the mysterious power rampaging through his entire body had finally found an outlet, all of it flowing into the other person's body through Liu Changqing's hands. Yet he himself felt as miserable as someone just recovering from a serious illness, collapsing weakly onto the ground.

Seeing that the opponent possessed a completely different bloodline yet employed the sword techniques of the Ronald imperial family, the dodging Silver-Scaled Master twitched the corner of his eye, seeming somewhat surprised.

Unaware of the proprietor's eccentricities, the surrounding patrons began to cheer and applaud due to the discounted meal prices. Although a few remained dissatisfied, they ultimately kept their silence.

Once one becomes the alliance leader of the major human factions, immense benefits are reaped, granting the ability to mobilize massive resources.

Zeng Cao's return allowed the long-waiting Wanda, Cao Mimi, and others to heave a sigh of relief. Jiang Rongle also patted his chest, realizing that his ambitions still had a chance to be put into practice.

The members of the Su family listened to his crisp and decisive refusal and found it difficult to say anything more, save for Su Mantong's expression, which had turned unsightly.

The disciples of Heavenly Sword Mountain also nodded slightly, feeling that Ying Fei's words were entirely reasonable, which improved their impression of him.

Jiutian hurried inside and discovered that Hound had removed a painting from the bedroom wall. Behind the painting was a safe embedded directly into the wall.

When it comes to manipulating social public opinion, is the Salvation Society really inferior to the other party? Even if that other party refers to the upper echelons of human society.

Hearing Steward Tang's words, Su Nuanxuan's smile suddenly froze, and Fang Mujin likewise stopped smiling.

Qin Chuan's battle domain glowed, bursting with miraculous splendor. The golden-red flames transformed into chains of order, rushing in all directions in an indiscriminate attack. Furthermore, ten thousand bolts of thunder erupted in this place, while his very body glowed, the profound essence of the Emperor's Fist manifesting and sweeping across all directions.

Yusheng bowed to Monk Jingzhi once again and said, "Thank you for the praise, Master." Having spoken, Yusheng withdrew, leaving only Fairy Jiumeng and Monk Jingzhi in the scene.

Xuanhan Yuyan did not show much reaction. On the contrary, she felt that such a situation was quite good. After all, there were several thousand people present, and a quarter of them hadn't made a move—that was at least several hundred people, wasn't it?

Waking up the next day, Yelü Zongzhen had already gone to the morning court. This was the first time she had slept so soundly and peacefully in all her time in the Liao state. When she rose, the maidservants poured in to wait upon her, though she found herself somewhat unaccustomed to it.

She glanced at Li Yuanhao, bit her lip, and picked up the wine glass on the table, yet lacked the strength to hold it. The wine glass shattered as it hit the floor. Realizing something was wrong with her, Li Yuanhao pulled her hand toward him; her hand had been sliced by the shards and was already bleeding.

As night quietly descended, Lu Anning couldn't be bothered to go downstairs, couldn't be bothered to cook, and couldn't be bothered to do anything at all. She simply lay flat on the bed, feeling utterly drained.

A smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were filled with a glowing light. Outside the door, Black Hawk held a bowl of medicine, an indescribable feeling churning in his heart. Seeing her happy appearance, Black Hawk felt a warmth spread through his chest, forced a thoroughly unsightly smile, and walked inside.

If her Second Aunt were to find out that she had even thought about, let alone spoken of, letting An Xiaotong come to her place, she probably wouldn't come to a good end either. Therefore, at this moment, it was best for her to keep her mouth shut.

Returning to his villa, Gu Fei quite arrogantly brought the six exiles on a tour around the place.

For some reason, listening to this right up to the end, Yelü Yan felt her eye sockets grow moist. With the Yang family reduced to this, she truly didn't know whether to pity them or to feel that it was merely retribution they richly deserved.

"What on earth happened to you?" Murong Sen was startled when he saw Lan Xiangting. His shoes were torn, his collar was split open, and he was covered in filth, looking as though he had just crawled out of a slum.

"Alright, I'm taking a half-day leave to accomplish my lifelong affair." With that, Huo Jingran picked up his car keys and left.

Tang Fei felt even more anxious than ever, like a poisonous snake whose seven-inch critical spot had been seized—his soft underbelly was in someone else's hands, so no matter how great his abilities were, they were of no use.

This quantified grading standard was formulated by the system for the purpose of letting Zhou Ming clearly understand his own strength.

These words of Ye Xiong immediately caused a roaring thunderclap inside Shao Xingming's head. Perhaps everyone here was unclear about this future crown prince, but Shao Xingming knew very well. The crown prince referred to here was not of some province or city; Shao Xingming didn't even need to think to know what it truly signified.

Reinhardt sat with a nervous expression, having never set foot in an elf country, while Vivienne wore an expression of indignation, unwilling to leave Saint Valentin.

The unimaginably massive suction force was almost too much for the mountains on the ground to bear, giving the faint sensation that they were about to tear away from the earth.