Volume One, Chapter 51: Lin Yin and Gu Qiuying's Conspiracy
Inside the car, the faint scent of leather drifted from the genuine leather seats, yet the atmosphere was so stifling it was hard to breathe. Yet, constrained by Xiaoxiao’s devoted waiting, her father’s relentless pressure, and the Emperor’s helpless consent to the marriage, could one truly blame him? In the café, someone rushed outside, eager to see what had happened, but the moment they stepped out, they collapsed unconscious. The lingering gray mist drifted back inside, and soon everyone in the café began to fall.
Tao Hao had always spoken like this; hearing her sharp and caustic words, I was surprised to feel a strange sense of familiarity. Fortunately... it was only a scratch. She had been too reckless, but she could not let her mother lose her life because of her again. Using all her strength, Jiang Yao pushed Mrs. Jiang into the house.
"What a bother!" Connie sighed, gently laying Liz on the ground before reaching out to softly touch Jia Zhengjin’s forehead with her right hand.
Clearly, Kim Yuli had already grasped the entire situation. It seemed the Alliance of Practitioners had not concealed the gravity of the incident in order to persuade her to act. If this matter had not implicated her personally, there was no way Kim Yuli would have shown herself here.
The incoming long needles, crisscrossing in attack, were cleaved by a blade of light. The figure lost all its initial momentum, faltered, and plunged rapidly downward.
While the crowd buzzed with speculation, Li Zhishi had already seated herself unhesitatingly in the main position of the Qi Kingdom. Under the scrutiny of all present, she turned to the person beside her with a few quiet questions. After a fleeting, almost imperceptible sadness crossed her brow, her face returned to its usual extreme indifference.
“Dong, it’s not their fault. Only Zhong Liang pushed me a little. I’m fine, really, I’m fine.” Ji Siyu felt nothing but gratitude and fear; she knew what kind of man Chen Xudong was. If she didn’t hold him back, he might well beat Zhong Liang to death.
Even so, he successfully liquefied his spiritual consciousness, slowly lifting it from the sea of his mind. All his meridians were now operating at full capacity, helping to raise that consciousness upward.
What was wrong with Brode? Was he pretending to be young? Even if his soul was indeed youthful and showed no signs of aging, at over two hundred years old, among human wizards, he could hardly be considered young.
Once the insect emerged, its overwhelming presence immediately suppressed the surrounding stone bees. Not only the bees—even the soldiers of the Fire Phoenix Empire were left breathless under its pressure.
Qiao Rulai had never expected that after such a short time, with the strange celestial phenomenon unresolved and the world’s fusion still unstable, things would come to this.
A thousand questions tangled in his mind; the method and effects of the bone-setting ointment had upended everything he knew about traditional medicine. He even felt as if his decades of life had been wasted.
"Who would have thought—the cause behind such a sensational supernatural event was this," Song Fangfang muttered, speechless.
Maya had just finished her sentence when Brode’s figure reappeared exactly where he’d vanished.
The crew with the square-faced man ran for several hundred meters, gasping for breath, only relaxing when no one gave chase.
On the fifth day, Chu Tuo’s spirit stone began to vibrate, and Zhang Shaofeng’s voice came through.
In truth, these people saw that she was alone with Wang Cong, and with He Manyu’s undeniable allure, it was only natural she attracted attention.
Most importantly, winning in front of so many spectators would be exhilarating, and the thrill points earned would be tremendous.
Back then, Ni Kuang had borrowed his reputation to lord over others, connecting with other newspapers in Hong Kong to attack Mo Xuan, who had not yet fully come into his own.