Volume One, Chapter Five: They Want Me to Take the Fall

At this moment, Lingkong had already arrived at Azure Cloud City. Since the village was less than fifty miles from the city, he swept over it with his mind to see what had become of the place.

“Don’t be afraid. I mean you no harm—I only wish to ask you a few questions,” Liu Qi said.

Just as everyone believed Zhang Ye was doomed, the spiked club hurtling toward him suddenly halted, stopping an inch from his scalp.

Never overstep your own boundaries and do things that do not suit you, for you may never have considered whether such a state is truly what you desire. The path to fame and sanctity is like a poisonous lily-of-the-valley—beautiful to behold, yet laced with venom. In the end, perhaps all you seek is the praise of others. Be sure to know what you truly want—what it is you truly desire!

“If I’m not here, then where else would I be?” Su Youwei asked in puzzlement, turning to Jiang Yiran.

Because of her work, Gu Xiyan was away on a business trip. Only after much effort did the doctor reach her, and it was then that she called Gu Cheng.

With a single thought, he responded to the soul-searching enchantment. Yuan Tu immediately located him—a thread of connection locked onto him, and the rhythm of the flute shifted. A barrage of soul-shattering sounds crashed upon him.

The quilt was draped over Huo Lingfeng, carefully smoothed out, and then her own body all but sprawled atop his. Just then, as Huo Lingfeng’s gentle snores filled the air, he abruptly opened his eyes, rolled over, and pinned Zhuang Qingqing beneath him.

But what should an ordinary life consist of? Gu Qinfang was perplexed. After all, she had not lived among ordinary people for so long that her memories of such a life had faded into the distant past.

No status, no direction—entering that endless realm of souls had always been an unattainable dream. We didn’t even know whether that world truly existed.

Looking into Su Ke’s calm, emotionless gaze, Zhou Hei Duck froze in place. The steely, inviolable air she gave off made every step toward her feel like an ordeal; it was as though he’d mounted a tiger he could not dismount.

This effeminate man had once fought beside Big Brother for control over several streets. He was the fiercest, most ruthless fighter under Big Brother’s command, and when he lost control, he became truly terrifying.

A group of travelers rode in a carriage, preparing to return to the capital. As they passed through a small forest, Hong Yu—riding beside them—suddenly grew serious. Admittedly, he always looked rather stern; it was difficult to tell the difference.

A middle-aged man pushed open the door. Shen Nai Tian was momentarily taken aback—it was Kawahara, the envoy from the General’s Residence who had once visited his home.

Grandmother furrowed her brows slightly and rose to head outside. Seeing this, I hurriedly followed after her.

Chen Xingyu’s attacks were growing fiercer, each strike of his Solar Song and Heavenly Strength hammering relentlessly against the golden body of the Eight Gods.

Zhang Jin had long been prepared for this. When Wang Tianlin said it was impossible to implement separated production and broadcasting in Hong Kong, he didn’t take it to heart, and continued sipping tea and chatting with Wang Tianlin and his son.

“I am a disciple of the Wind Gate, responsible for security on Bar Street,” the man said hastily, wanting to avoid another beating.

Yan Nuo was rooted to the spot, her mind tangled with other worries.

Yang Huaiyu, known as the greatest dandy of the Imperial City, was recognized by all the patrolling guards. Seeing him gravely injured, they naturally rushed to his aid.

With that, he hurled Zhou Hailan more than a meter away, leaving her half-dead on the ground. Fan Youlian, terrified, immediately burst into tears.

Ever since Han Yayun retired and began spending time with Mrs. Qin, Qin Xueyin, the entire Mu family had descended into chaos. Mu Zhuo could finally endure no longer and prepared to set things right.

The Divine Thunder of Banishment is the nemesis of demons and heretics. With its protection, even the fiercest magical beasts would not dare approach, sparing one from many unnecessary troubles.

However, after the incident with Qingyou, Tian Ye suspected it might be due to that place of misfortune. Of course, this was only speculation.

“Speak—why have you come?” Only now did Su Ruoxi turn to Dark One and his companions and ask.

Wu Nan continued to cradle his rifle in his usual stance, not even glancing at the others’ warnings.

The two of them left arm in arm. Huo Sixuan, unwilling to let her take a taxi alone, had the villa’s driver take her to the branch office in the development zone, while he headed to H Group himself.

In her other hand, she produced a kitchen knife as well, and with a blur of motion, charged at the Bloodcrown Toad.

Pepper and Sichuan pepper arrived; Wang Xingxin first sent Changsun Xiu and the “Twin Peppers” to wait in the front hall, then hurried off to bathe, for the mingled sweat and spice odors were truly intolerable.

Just as the Undying Saint Emperor attempted to seize her life, several forces within her converged once more, and a silver-white lightning bolt split the sky, cleaving the emperor from left shoulder to right waist in one stroke.

The cyborgs appearing on the battlefield closely resembled the D-series robots Vegapunk had previously created. The difference was, these beings were not ability users. Yet they possessed the unique traits of various races—uncommon on the seas, but among these cyborgs, such diversity was the norm.

At this moment, the villa was still brightly lit. Under the harsh white glare, everything was stained an eye-catching shade of red. Ling Lan swept her gaze over the scene and trembled violently. Blood was everywhere—on the floor, the coffee table, the stairs—dripping, spattered, pooling, and dragged in gruesome trails.