Chapter 115: Rescuing the Emperor

The two celestial beings suddenly rebuked them, leaving Zhao Yu and his two companions, who had just been riding high on their sense of triumph, completely stunned.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yu asked, bewildered.

Zhang Liao could no longer hold back and sneered, "Your Highness, the Fourth Prince, have you still not realized? I am no celestial being; I am a guard to the Crown Prince."

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"This is all your fault! Why did you have to come here to look at antiques and even gift that display stand to my father? I knew you were just trying to sabotage us! Wuu wuu... I'm going to tell my mother to teach you a lesson!" Shu Yingxue stood up, sobbing as she leveled her accusation.

Before she could finish, the middle-aged man lunged at her, snatched her phone, and smashed it violently against the ground.

Everyone was utterly confused. Ye Fan had already burned his bridges, so why had he gone to the trouble of having these items brought here?

An ancient tomb can be opened from the inside, but the divine messengers within will only open the tomb themselves if they are in a awakened state.

Su Xuanyuan turned his gaze, scanning the surrounding area, and felt quite astonished. There were two great gates, which meant that two true Great Daos had once fallen here.

It was a pity that he had no desire to get involved, but the other party felt otherwise; the phone calls rang incessantly, as if they were summoning his life.

Ding Yuezhen saw them all the way to the gate, watching as they drove away. Only when the car turned a corner and vanished from sight did she close the door and return inside.

"Roar..." Another low, guttural growl echoed. The giant beast trod upon the starry sky, and a force of peerless, tyrannical wind swept through the void, stirring the stars. Strands of brilliant starlight shot toward the giant beast, as if drawn by some invisible pull.

Yang Mi pondered for a moment, then tapped on Ji Hong's profile: "Director Ji, are there any indoor scenes or piano-playing scenes scheduled for tomorrow?"

Old Master Leng, however, had fallen silent. His mouth hung open, his eyes stared blankly, and his entire body radiated a chill; his expression was terrifying to behold.

"The smell in there was unbearable. From time to time, the deceased would be brought in stuffed inside body bags, and we would assist in moving them into the morgue."

Seeing that Wang Haoming had drawn a line across the stone without even giving it a second look, Xin Rui instinctively assumed he was just brushing her off. She was not alone in this; most of the onlookers felt the same way.

Since it was only for one night, packing a change of clothes was enough. Aside from clothes, there were snacks and other ingredients. At the resort, one could buy fresh seafood from the local fishermen. Shi Hui gave her driver and assistant the day off, planning to drive there herself.

However, Merkedo had guessed one thing wrong: amidst the illusions and truths, this move with the Red Stone Fund was highly likely to turn from a facade into reality.

He was still running a low fever, and his face, which was usually beautiful enough to provoke the wrath of the heavens, was faintly flushed. The sight of him looking so serious yet aggrieved made Jingyang unable to hold back a chuckle, and even Yang Qian buried her head and laughed softly.

Just as the bald man was about to scream, Gabriel lunged forward and cleaved him in two with a single strike of his sword; from the center of his brow down to his crotch, his body slowly split apart.

Watching the reactions of these people, Zhou Zekai felt that only Immortal Qingxiao was reliable, so he sent a private message directly to him.

Tang Bingyu, however, believed him. She nodded adorably, and as she walked forward alongside Zhou Zekai, she leaned in close to his ear, breathing out the sweet scent of alcohol.

Xiang Ye never imagined how much trouble this casual dismissal would bring him in the future.

"He won't die. Not even his bones were broken. A gangster like him, who knows how many people he's killed, will basically never see the light of day again once he's in prison," Shi Hui scoffed.

When everything returned to silence, Su Lin snapped back to reality and looked around, but the Evil Spirit Princess was nowhere to be seen.

Liu Dazhu seemed entirely unsurprised; he just puffed away on his dry tobacco pipe, his brow furrowed into a "chuan" shape.

Nan Zhenghang seemed very familiar with him and chatted a great deal. Yet, no matter how much they talked, they never got to the point. Just as I couldn't help but want to give Nan Zhenghang a hint, he finally spoke.