Chapter 42: Strolling Through the Market

Having nothing else to attend to, Nalan Lan'er told Cailian to prepare fine tea while she sat and waited for Yang Fei to enter.

Lin Yuwei finally could not hold it back any longer, shouting it out in a sudden outburst. She did not even notice that her voice had cracked slightly.

He felt that, judging by Nalan Ming's style, the man should have directly dragged those people before him rather than wasting effort on drawing portraits. It was obvious that the other party wanted to give him a bit more trouble, but getting information from them was still better than searching for a needle in a haystack; for this, he was truly grateful.

"It's not like you're the one getting married, why are you worrying so much?" Shen Xia retorted, but she still took the album and looked earnestly at the wedding dresses worn by the models.

On the other side, Evelyn and Saco had already woken up. As for Lee Sin, due to his severe injuries, he retreated directly into the Heroic Space the moment he regained his consciousness.

She began to suffer from insomnia. Dark bluish-gray circles lingered under her eyes, and a few wrinkles had even crept up to the corners of her eyes. In just the span of these few days, the Empress had aged many years.

"If it's your brother Song Jie, I suppose the company will handle it properly," Manager Su said in an amicable tone, pulling a contract out of her bag.

After all, no matter how talented Emperor Sutai was, he was ultimately just a youthful emperor, possessing the ambition and fervor native to youth.

"Nonsense! Reverse Scale, the very first assassin to join the Death-Sentence Tower. Who among those who joined later doesn't know you? It's just that too many things happened afterward, leaving the Death-Sentence Tower with almost no missions to take, so everyone simply had very few chances to cross paths," Megatron said.

Gu Nianhuan, hidden in the shadows, did not stick her head out until the three of them had walked far away. Although she had not heard what they were saying, judging by Li Yuan's demeanor, he seemed exceedingly close to Gu Nianqing and Murong Jing.

The remnants of the Main God Cult had re-established their stronghold deep within the desert. Since they could endure for a hundred years in hiding, enduring a thousand years might not be beyond them either.

Having collaborated with the others just moments ago to set up a Tier-3 Trapping Array, Lei Ming found his array-crafting mastery—previously at the peak of Tier 2—directly breaking through to the Tier-3 realm, making him a formal Tier-3 Array Master.

Xu Mu straightened his posture and cast a gloomy gaze at the veteran artist on the other side of the car. The tumultuous waves surging in the depths of his eyes meant that his desire to hitch a ride home was destined to fall through.

The Divine Sword Battalion held a very special status within the military region; once mobilized, it was a declaration that a major event had occurred.

At that moment, the breath holding him together finally dissipated. Without that breath to sustain him, he would likely be in mortal danger at any moment.

Reminded by Xiao Lan, Su Yun immediately sensed that something was amiss. He circulated the energy within his body while summoning Lu and Neil from his storage space.

"I'll tell you the whole story, and then you'll understand why I said she isn't a good person!" Ye Heshan said.

Yin Yanran was quite pampered within the troupe. Since the "group darling" Yin Yanran had spoken up, many people chimed in to agree.

Hill sobbed, his vision blurred as he looked at the rapidly approaching monster. Memories of his past flashed through his mind, and tears streamed down his cheeks, dropping continuously onto the ground.

What he did not know was that Chu Ling had just stated that treason was the only thing that could get her executed; the people she had killed previously had nothing to do with them. They would listen, watch, hurl a few curses, and leave it at that.

Jin Xi immediately waved her hands again, and in an instant, several streaks of fire shot out simultaneously, striking straight toward Jin Shuo.

"Don't think only mid-to-high-end car models pull this kind of stunt; some low-end models are even more outrageous." Xing Yu's floodgates of conversation opened as well, for he had long since formed his own opinions on such matters.

That fat thunder dragon thrummed and vibrated incessantly, releasing layers of terrifying and profound auras that burst forth in succession. One could see numerous cracks splitting open across its surface. Once these cracks appeared, the ultra-pure energy hidden within could no longer be contained and swept outward in an overwhelming tide.

That wasn't the end of it. The moment the giant shield came into contact with the man and the beast, Wang Tian凌 clenched both fists and, drawing upon all his strength from within, slammed them fiercely against the giant shield. A powerful shockwave directly blasted Lin Bajie and the Earthly Ape ten zhang away.

"Boss?" Xiling Fei watched Fu Jiutian, who had been standing motionlessly in place all this time, and could not help asking.

Early the next morning, as soon as Chen Nian stepped out of her room, she saw that breakfast had already been neatly laid out on the table.

Even so, not a single one of these people was willing to remain idle, and the intense battle intent in their eyes could not be concealed in the least.

The most likely winner was still Fei Long. Putting everything else aside, based on that single leap today, as long as he could complete tomorrow's race and no other drivers were injured, the Best Fighting Spirit Award was already effectively his.

Du Xufei held Hua Rao, still lingering in lingering fear. He had fallen deeply in love with Hua Rao now and could not bear for her to face even the slightest bit of danger.

"Dare I ask, who refined this pill?" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Wang Tianling.

A few muffled cries of grievance rose among the officials, but they were cowed back into silence by geng Shiming's stern glare. Since he lacked no genuine capability, he would never have become the leading hardline official among this faction; thus, complaints were merely complaints, and when the time truly came to set off, no one dared to utter a dissenting word.

Ever since Su Jiaorao had taken human form, however, she had never performed such menial labor. Clumsy and uncoordinated, she was completely incapable of getting a fire started.

Song Shiye held his liquor well. Although he was not quite like Pei Zizi, who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, he navigated all sorts of social pleasantries and flattery with ease, displaying an extraordinary poise.

She widened her eyes, attempting to pierce through the scene before her, but could only make out a blurred expanse of white shadows. The astonishment in her heart instantly morphed into fury. She struggled with all her might, only to find herself as firmly bound by an invisible force as ever, utterly unable to move.

He was not afraid of Tang Yu, but their cultivation levels were truly no match for this fellow, not to mention the presence of Mu Yao as well.

It was as if a layer of water mist veiled her eyes, where wave upon wave of colorful light refracted before gradually converging into a white glow, slowly sharpening into a lotus-shaped shadowless lamp overhead.

Li Xia did not dare to conceal anything and spilled everything out in one breath—of course, shifting the majority of the blame onto Chen Dao.

Yuan Yuan was completely open and casual, speaking in the exact tone of the brothers back in her dormitory, leaving Jiang Zhou feeling rather... rather disappointed.

Lin Jinxia was no fool; everyone in the village kept advising her that being able to eat was a blessing and that being a bit chubby was a sign of nobility.

Following the direction of his gaze, a stone tablet stood by the roadside, inscribed with the words that further ahead lay Liyang City, an old territory of Xichang.