Chapter 54

Qiu Lingyang curved her lips into a faint smile. This was the most ridiculous joke she had heard all year.

Neither Qin Xiao nor Qin Chi spoke. Their father's affair was not only a chronic illness in their grandfather's heart, but also in the hearts of the entire family.

It was not that she was cruel, but that her hatred ran so deep that if she could not warm her icy heart with the blood of the Duke's Mansion, she would feel like a dead person. Now, this heart was finally warm. The blood of her enemies was indeed exceptionally good—brightly colored and dazzlingly crimson.

When she was in her deepest agony, he did not accompany her; when she needed him the most, he had already started a family.

Hearing Gu Xingyue's words, everyone cheered and rushed back to form a line.

This was merely the treatment of a superficial wound, yet the pain was so excruciating it made her wish she were dead. Several times she slipped into unconsciousness, pulling herself back solely by sheer willpower.

Hu Feng drove along the coastline when suddenly, a car driven by someone who was obviously drunk and reckless roared toward him from the opposite direction without even turning on its headlights. Had he not reacted in time, he would have been knocked down the cliffside just moments ago.

After the meal was prepared and the medicinal diet was stewed, Qin Huan led people to deliver it to the Empress Dowager's palace.

Princess Mingzhu was quite startled. She reined in the ferocity in her gaze, wore a gentle smile on her face, and walked toward them.

"Wow!" Chen Wen's mouth wide open, much better than his older brother. There was only amazement, no fear. Besides, he only knew that Huizhou, possessing boundless wisdom and power, had the appearance of a monkey, but he never expected it to be so cute.

"Pfft." Looking at the unexpected interruption, Fan Jin could not help but let out a snort of laughter.

Dodge Fuxi's strike, Shaoyu cast a cold glance at the Northern Territory Immortal Emperor on the high platform and vanished from everyone's sight instantly.

Yun Qianruo found it a bit hard to believe, reaching out to rub her eyes. Yet that monster was lying on the ground, panting heavily, unable to struggle up no matter how hard it tried.

The black box was placed beside my pillow. It only spoke a single human sentence—"Deliver a message"—and then died, never sounding again.

Qiu Lin walked leisurely toward Tianya, drew the sword from his waist, and pressed it against Tianya's chest.

Watching the retreating figures of Yao'er and Cheng Qingyi leaving together, Ruan Mushen first frowned, and then smiled.

Nan Shu fell silent for a moment, then lashed out with a kick. This time she held nothing back, directly kicking Pei Si off the edge of the bed.

Overwhelmed by hunger, Chen Che stepped into the shop, casually ordered a bowl of mutton soup and a few pot-baked flatbreads, and sat down at a table near the door.

Her soft voice conveyed the most resolute words. Chu Tianyao lowered his gaze to look at her, a clear emotional surge sweeping across his face. His eyes grew increasingly profound, brimming with deep affection and tenderness.

A graceful figure in blue walked over from afar. Setting aside facial features, based solely on this figure and posture, Zuo Haihai concluded she was absolute-beauty material.

The tip of the spear seemed to agitate space itself. The space above Chen Yunfeng's head was already distorted, forming a huge energy vortex that spun rapidly while expanding its range swiftly.

Lin Beichen was a man of his word. Judging from his past deeds, he killed without blinking and acted with ruthless decisiveness. Facing such a formidable enemy, they were all frightened out of their wits and unable to sleep at night.

He was a practitioner of spiritual power, and his perception of danger, hostility, and murderous intent was far superior to that of ordinary people.

The old dwarf's actions startled the Great Dragon King, who was lost in thought. Coming back to his senses and seeing Chen Tiandao wrapping a finger in gauze layer after layer, he felt rather awkward.

And now, Mu Qingyun's attitude toward Ye Wushuang had changed. Because along this journey of battles and trials, Mu Qingyun had developed a budding love for Ye Wushuang.

As he spoke, Gaedesoya drew the treasured Thunder Emperor Sword from his waist, his majestic face filled with stern and chilling murderous intent.

Seeing Chen Yunfeng so certain, Meiwu, Diyang, and Moling exchanged glances and said nothing.

As an Awakened one, his vitality was astonishingly formidable, especially in the case of Yuan Butong, who had already surpassed the limits of an ordinary person by more than twenty times. Therefore, although his body had suffered hundreds of heavy blows from Leng Yu and his muscles were beaten inward, he still refused to die.

This brand-new life named "human," through continuous evolution, not only possessed and sublimated deep-seated wisdom full of unknowns, but consequently also acquired spiritual power sufficient to nurture hope and self-transcendence.

No one could come up with a good strategy. The only viable plan at present was to choose the perilous mountain trails and dispatch a surprise force to Liucheng. However, the herdsmen and commoners along the way had all been completely plundered by the Xiliang army, making it impossible even to find a guide. Lu Bu had no choice but to send soldiers to search on their own.

With no classes in the afternoon, Ye Linghan took Mu Qingyu to have lunch outside the school. Well-fed and content, Mu Qingyu bought an ice cream and happily licked her way out.

When he successfully dispatched the three Gale Wolves, dozens of wounds had appeared on Lin Cheng's body as well—wounds that were not large, but ran very deep.

With a point into the void, the leaf detached itself. Scorched by fierce flames, its essence was slowly extracted. This time, that pungent and irritating odor did not appear.

Just at that moment, as if guided by a telepathic link, Li Xiuyue turned her head and caught sight of Chen Chen's apologetic and self-reproachful gaze. Instead of feeling fearful, she smiled gently and shook her head. After more than a decade of marriage, everything was understood without words.

This huge head turned this way and that, as if assessing the surrounding environment. Then, as if feeling drowsy, it let out a yawn, and its eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man wore only a pair of animal-skin shorts, baring his chest and back, looking extremely primitive.

Having successfully resisted Elder Yi's onslaught, the crowd gained even greater confidence, while a glimmer of hope surged in their hearts as well.