Chapter 50

She subconsciously lowered her gaze to inspect her own body. Her fair skin was covered in stark, crimson kiss marks, and below, there was a distinct, tearing pain.

Jian Yijun gazed at him, raindrops still clinging to her form, as cold detachment and burning heat intertwined within her watery eyes.

Blood trickled from Chu Mo’s lips, and his voice carried a trace of weakness; it seemed he had been subjected to Ling Yefeng’s violent treatment once again upon his return.

She watched with cold eyes as the Grand Princess Jing'an put on a display of deep affection, followed by the latter's shy demeanor.

My heart hammered wildly, because no one had told me anything about this. What was I doing when he came looking for me at my home? I was peacefully taking an exam, smiling away in a dream.

Jia Ren glared viciously at the plaque of the Lu family and spat, cursing them as lackeys riding on someone else's coattails. "I definitely didn't see wrong," Jia Ren asserted firmly.

Looking back, if the Yu family were to cast away an ungrateful wolf like her, or even suppress and drive her out of Jiangcheng, no one would be able to find any dirt on them to smear her name.

In truth, I was simply startled. A fierce ghost paired with a single talisman—what was there to be afraid of? Did he have to fly into such a rage, acting as though someone owed him a fortune?

As for Dahuang, after being teleported to the Abyss Battlefield, it was sent back in less than a day's time.

Liu Zheng stood in the wind, a complete mess, opening his mouth several times without knowing what to say. Han Zhenhan had just left, just like that.

The cover story of the special edition featured an introduction to the scenery of Lingnan, followed by more than two full pages dedicated to over twenty kinds of raw essential oils. Next came a highlighted feature on several exorbitantly priced spices transported to Chang'an by ancient Persian merchants. Finally, an advertisement was placed at the end.

Ruan Mingyue's offensive seemed plain on the surface, yet it was laden with traps, each linked to the next. The slightest touch would trigger a chain reaction, leading to a total collapse.

This President Li was both the general manager and chairman of the company... One could say that the entire company was completely under his sole autocratic rule.

As the Supreme General of the Divine Strategy Guards commanding the entire force, Qin Qiong himself would not dare claim to understand the full extent of their might.

In a daze, he steadied his mind. Even without falling off the arena, turning around such a disadvantage would still require him to count on Fang Cheng making a mistake.

She truly felt apologetic. Today was her birthday, and he had promised her a surprise, but something urgent had cropped up at the last minute, and she had had no choice but to leave.

In the eyes of the Romans, Great Tang was a realm where even the rooftops were paved with gold and everyone wore silk.

Luo Feng silently curved the corners of his lips. Back then, his determination to send Su Xia away was not merely driven by what he had claimed—fear that she would lose her life trying to save him—but even more so by a secret buried deep within his heart, one too unspeakable to share with outsiders.

So that was the reason he hadn't used the flint; it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't.

Back when Su Junxiao was the head of the recreation department, they did have some professional contact, and she would occasionally use work as an excuse to visit Chutong’s office.

Zhou Ping was also reminded of these things by Lu Yifan’s words. He pursed his lips, feeling somewhat at a loss for what to say. He recalled the time he first established his company; it was Lu Yifan who had asked people to help him. Even though Lu Yifan was far away in the military in City B back then, he still kept him in mind.

Hearing Nami's endless muttering, interspersed with a heavy dose of complaints, Vivi could not help but wear a knowing smile.

Mother Zhang was in high spirits and utterly excited, her eyes flashing with a brilliant gleam, yet Ye Kun could detect a trace of lingering resentment and bitterness hidden beneath that light.

Nine thousand yuan was not a large sum for an ordinary family, but Chu Yu’s total expenses over the past half year hadn't even reached that amount.

Xuntian immediately used his demonic sense to examine the area, only to discover a city floating amidst the void, resembling a divine miracle.

Although forging the Yellow Ring this time was meant to defeat Parallax, it also bolstered the strength of their corps. Now that they had two corps, they could establish even more in the future, growing their forces ever stronger.

Kisuke Urahara lowered his head, his eyes buried in deep shadows, remaining utterly motionless like a sculpture.

Zheng Tuo sat cross-legged, the power of chaos surging around him as he began to perceive the fluctuations of the chaotic energy in his surroundings.

Xuntian was stunned at first, but immediately understood what the tree spirit meant, thinking to himself: Could this be running into a kind soul?

The very reason Xiao Wuxie chose this precise moment to cure Zhu Youjian’s stubborn ailment was precisely to help Zhu Youjian ascend the throne. First and foremost, he needed His Majesty the Emperor to remember that he still had such a son—and an extraordinary son at that.

Neither more nor less, exactly three hundred and sixty fireflies. The fireflies that burrowed into the unlit acupoints merely grew slightly brighter in intensity.

However, this token suddenly flying into the air temporarily halted Lin Tianxuan's plan to use his primordial spirit to guide the spiritual energy of the medicinal field; he simply couldn't figure out what game this token was playing.

"Uncle Chen, actually you don't need to belittle yourself. Just look at Ziyi's condition?" Ling Xiao pointed toward Chen Ziyi.

Among them, the name of Otherworldly Yan Yun was a household name in District J. He was a core internal member of Taoyuan, dispatched to the District J branch specifically to shoulder heavy responsibilities. Yan Yun truly lived up to expectations, firmly holding his place as the number one combatant of Taoyuan in District J, and securely sitting in the top ten of the combat rankings.

Fortunately, at that moment, ethereal, light celestial-like Sanskrit chants automatically resounded within the divine palace world. Wisps of divinity overflowed from the fruit of faith, nourishing the traumatized soul tree, and Xiao Yuan could feel the shadow cast upon his mind by that giant demon melting away like snow, ultimately being completely erased.

Yet Shao Heng seemed oblivious, draining half a flask in one breath. The alcohol surged into his heart like a blazing fire, flushing his cheeks, leaving only bitterness in its lingering aftertaste.

Though this reborn Infernal Ghost Emperor appeared as a three-year-old child, he was completely unlike one. He remembered everything that had transpired in the mortal world. While he might not fully grasp all the underlying principles, he was by no means as utterly blank and ignorant as a normal three-year-old.

The person behind the bead curtain finally spoke again, asking, "Did the Divine Guardian Sect really only manage to investigate four sub-formation altars, and consider the job done after destroying them?" The tone sounded rather dissatisfied.

Lin Tianxuan grew more excited the longer he fought. He discovered that under Wu Fan's stimulation, his current sword techniques, which had previously felt awkward and unsuited to his body, were becoming increasingly fluid and masterly, fueling his fighting spirit to soar higher with every strike.