Chapter 53: I Missed Him So Much [Triple Update]

"I saw it." Knowing what the Emperor was referring to, Anran did not hide it, just to set his mind at ease.

Following leisurely behind the massive horde of zombies was a tall, slender youth, who sneered as he stared in the direction of the Capital Base with a pair of blood-red pupils.

He had merely wanted to inform Huo Feng that his sister-in-law was no pushover; after all, when he visited last time, he had heard her curse Xi Jinryue into a miscarriage with his own ears.

"I see. In any case, this consort must still thank you." Hearing Noble Consort Lian finish, Gu Jinzhi nodded and expressed her gratitude.

Today's visit by Consort Hui to Noble Lady Lian was also at Gu Jinzhi's instigation. There were many matters in this palace that she could handle, but as for the Feng clan, it was better to keep her uninvolved.

"Imperial Father, truly, please do not grieve. It will not be well if you harm your health." The pain in her hand had been deliberately ignored by her all along, but now that it was brought up again, it was a heart-piercing agony.

Looking toward Yuanbao, Gu Jinzhi instructed with a smile. Yuanbao hastily acknowledged the order, and once Baizhi had packed the pear soup, she offered a bow and left the Fengyang Palace.

"Banxia," Anran called out her name, her gaze lowering. Only a few days ago, she would still tilt her head and follow by her side to stir up trouble, sharp-tongued, yet she was also the one least able to bear seeing her wronged. Why had the two of them, mistress and maid, fallen into such a deadlock now?

The memories of the last night slowly flooded back into her mind, and her pupils contracted violently. She hastily lifted the quilt to look down, and sure enough, she was not wearing a single piece of clothing, while the marks upon her body were terrifyingly gruesome.

I did not dare to sleep myself, staring fixedly at the candle. The male ghost looked like someone who had died a violent death, most likely wanting to drag me down as a scapegoat.

Zhiqian nodded. How could she not understand Yuexia's painstaking efforts? Whether it was Ziwu, Yuexia, or Siju, they were all doing their utmost to control the situation and prevent the Six Realms from falling under the control of Wunian. In this way, Zhiqian's sense of guilt would be lessened, and she would not constantly dwell on the destiny resting upon her shoulders.

Upon returning to the Imperial Household Department, she hurriedly handpicked and prepared fine goods, then rushed over to the Lijing Pavilion in the Palace of Concentrated Show.

"Heh-heh..." Pojun still could not hold back a sound, yet he bit down hard, shattering his teeth to endure the agony.

Once upon a time, his stance toward her was—no matter whom her heart loved, no matter how many pasts she had, no matter how broken she was, as long as she was willing, he would always be there.

Upon hearing this, Yuexia found it made some sense. He glanced inquiringly at Siju, and seeing Siju nod silently, he no longer insisted.

"How long has it been since we parted? Did you really need to be this impatient?" Yiyi felt that these two simply refreshed his understanding of romance; even idol dramas were not this clingy.

Moreover, the day was already stiflingly hot, and she was trapped inside a carriage that felt like a steamer. Even doing nothing at all, a day of bumpy travel was enough to drench her in sweat.

Su Nuan did not speak. She had not yet considered this question, but sooner or later, she would have to return.

The joy instantly froze on everyone's faces, and they exchanged glances in dismay. What about the promised rabbit meat? Did it just fly away like that?

Boxes of condoms in various colors, flavors, and brands all spilled onto the ground in a heap, making a loud, rattling sound.

"I actually forgot that whenever this master and disciple appear, this kind of scene is bound to follow." Yezhang, who had been maintaining a faint smile, saw the muscles on his face instantly stiffen. Meanwhile, Hyuga Neji and Tenten also wore expressions of utter disbelief, though they fared slightly better, quickly averting their gazes as if they had already built up some immunity.

He let out a long breath, picked up the wine glass before him, took a large gulp, and then set it down heavily.

What Song Cheng spoke of was the truth; on this point, everyone was well aware. The two leaned against each other like this until deep into the night, neither willing to break the tranquility, content simply to remain silently together with the other, knowing and guarding one another for a lifetime was already enough.

He watched the pained expression slowly fade from the face of the person in his arms, her breathing growing gentle and steady, and was slightly dazed. Perhaps the only time she could remain so quietly in his arms was under such circumstances.

A dull sound of footsteps echoed from within the azure light, revealing a terrifying figure—it was the phantom of a terrifying ancient Qilin. On its cyan-green scales were imprinted Dao patterns resembling wood grain, and its four hooves trod upon clouds resembling emerald flames. With every step it took, the surrounding space trembled violently, as though it would tear the earth asunder.

"This is getting boring. Do you no longer wish to see your wife and children?" Cheng Zunyin threatened with a touch of irritability.

"Why are you still the same as before? Cold food must be eaten slowly, otherwise it is bad for your body." Grandpa Sun said with doting affection.

Xu Wen shook the Taotie War Spear, instantly pinning down both Wrath-Desire Demons. No matter how frantically the humanoid evil tree urged them on, the two Wrath-Desire Demons could never leap out of the attack range of Xu Wen's Taotie War Spear.

Countless killing arrays tightly besieged the space on all sides, leaving not a single gap. Earth-shattering killing intent erupted like physical substance, whipping up turbulent air currents and transforming into the phantoms of ancient fierce beasts such as Flood Dragons and Demonic Tigers, which lunged and bit at Xu Wen.

"Needless to say, naturally more people choose the people of Heavenly Palace City," the Giant Spirit God answered loudly upon hearing this.

Moreover, given his current state, even if he were to bring out both Martial Spirit Fairy Jades, he might not necessarily triumph over this so-called Ancestral Nether and Mu Feng.

Suddenly, the prefect noticed something within the pearl. A strange, mystical throbbing caused him to slowly pick up the pearl and bring it before his eyes.

"Everyone is here? That saves me the trouble of going to search for you house by house!" Just as they were speaking, Cheng Yu strode in. Glancing at the twelve fat-brained lords before him, he flicked his sleeve, shut the doors behind him, and spoke.

Calamity Qi continuously surged outward in all directions like ocean waves, leaving an empty space with Li Qiao at its center.

Unflustered despite the shock, facing the boundless heavenly might of the two Great Zhou emperors, Shen Biyun showed not the slightest trace of fear in her eyes. With a flick of her fingers, bolts of purple wild lightning burst forth; purple radiance soared into the sky, the void trembled, a bone-chilling cold enshrouded the area, and space-time even began to reverse.

Yet for the Ruins Continent, the continuously descending lightning techniques were not calamities, but rather tempering. Forms contracted once more, yet grew even more refined; primal laws derived, and the world underwent a metamorphosis, seeming to gain a soul and will, resembling an ancient divine dragon as dazzling golden light shone forth, growing ever more brilliant.

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Yu had already moved. By the time the man thought to raise his gun, Cheng Yu had already gripped his throat with one hand. With his other hand, he seized the man's gun-wielding hand and exerted force to turn the muzzle around, aiming it straight at the man's head.