Volume 1, Chapter 29: I Shall Not See You Out

The voice had barely faded when a wave of laughter erupted. This Second Young Master Zhou was truly wicked, exposing someone’s scars right to their face. Those who arrived later, seeing others laughing, hurriedly asked for the reason; once they understood, they could not help but join in.

Imperial Noble Consort Wanyan finally regained her composure, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead with a handkerchief.

"Yes. But this disgraced subject does not know from where they were thrown," Zhao Qianli gasped, his voice hoarse.

Xia Xi was stunned once more, her thin lips pressed tight. She looked at Sheng Huanxing in shock, clear waves of sorrow roiling in her eyes.

Park Seong-ji hesitated; this matter had to be addressed. As young as Lü Fei was, she came from a scholarly family, and her foundation was exceptionally solid. He and his peers had little confidence in surpassing her academically.

There were quite a few items of value, though they were certainly of low grade—at best, comparable to a raw cabbage.

Lezheng Zongzhi shook his head, sat up, and drew Lin Suxi’s handkerchief. After dampening it with water, he wiped the rouge from Lin Suxi’s lips until it was completely gone.

Aside from Madame Zhou and the Old Madam, the Duke of England and his sons had all departed—some to court, some to official meetings, and some to the academy.

She had not come with Qin Zhi tonight; the hotel entrance was swarming with reporters. If she had appeared with him, the scene would have certainly exploded.

The airport nearest to Lower Manhattan was in Queens, separated from Manhattan by the East River and situated above Brooklyn. It was always a time-consuming trip from Wall Street, whereas it was much closer from the Upper East Side.

Duan Qin wore a rather conservative long dress, yet her temperament inherently bestowed an incomparable elegance upon it. Her superb figure was the envy of many, and her gentle red lips and flawless face were the stuff of countless dreams.

Chu Yi had seen this before and knew the nature of such "protagonists"—they would absolutely never harm their close female confidantes.

Later, one dawn, before the sky had even brightened, Honglian shouldered a backpack nearly as large as herself and left the village with her father. Those of great wisdom are often shunned, for their insights are too far ahead of their time, and ordinary people, unable to understand them, deem them absurd.

He believed that a man like Mo Beixiao, who could build such a vast enterprise, must approach everything with careful deliberation.

In her view, Mo Beixiao was simply not the type of person to strip away someone else’s life to fulfill his own wishes.

As the elevator doors opened with a warning chime, Zhang Youyi was just about to rush out when she saw the person kneeling on the floor suddenly open their eyes and slowly turn their head toward her.

The blood bags behind her burst with a succession of popping sounds as she collapsed, the bright red blood staining the marble floor.

"The men from the Guard Bureau have arrived as well. Following the revised plan laid out by Elder Weng, the annihilation operation is underway," the servant reported.

Li You stood with his hands behind his back, observing the surroundings. Even now, he did not know why Mo Tian was here. He raised his eyes to survey the area, but apart from a three-zhang-high stone pillar that seemed somewhat unusual, there was nothing else of note.

As for Bei Qiyun and Jiang Di, both knew they were no match for Lei Junlei and decided not to meddle foolishly.

Merba stared at the lollipop for a very, very long time... A Wind-Fixing Pearl? This thing had absolutely no true essence, and why did it look so delicious? No, no, I shouldn't eat things randomly—oh, someone is trying to ambush me from behind!

The Blood-Drinking Blade carved a blinding streak of red light through the air, shattering Xiao Rang’s sword aura head-on. Hun Tian had already charged forward, his hair standing on end with fury. Amidst the already chaotic battlefield, a flurry of messy, blood-red blade winds instantly emerged.

Or perhaps everything before him was an illusion—a trap set by Shang Mengqi to confuse him, waiting for him to walk right into the snare.

After saying this, Li Ningyu seemed ready to depart, but after a moment's thought, he added, "If I am satisfied with everything, I wouldn't mind ordering two more at the same time!"

"And so what?" Before the words were finished, the Yue Shao Sword was already unsheathed. Suddenly, a series of clanging sounds rang out, staining the lonely dusk with a hint of bloodthirsty gravity.

Qiu Shaoze could not help but admire Tang Ao's courage; to dare challenge Ye Lingfeng was surely just asking for a beating. Even Qiu Shaoze himself could not claim to have absolute certainty of defeating Ye Lingfeng, yet this guy had actually gone to challenge him.

In his anxiety, a figure flashed before him, and Xiao Rang appeared beside Cai Lian using a formidable escape technique.

Unconsciously, a few tears escaped his eyes. A long-forgotten, heart-wrenching pain surged within, far more intense than the physical pain on his body.

The Lin family called the Mad God a deity, which spoke volumes of his status in their hearts. His legacy was surely treated by the Lin family as a supreme treasure, much like Lin Yun, whose high status was partly due to his possession of the same perfect Berserk state as the Mad God.

Ye Wei’an, who was standing on the other side of the garden, happened to pass by and saw Huang Qiuwei making trouble for Jin Qing. He had intended to step in and help, but seeing that Jin Qing was not at a disadvantage at all, he withdrew his foot and stood there quietly, watching.

Jin Qing returned home, placed her medical kit on the stone table, and ran back out. She remembered that Xu Bin worked at a grain store not far away.

Xu Wuyang, also encountering such an emergency for the first time, wiped the sweat from his face and decisively stepped on the accelerator. The Dongfeng truck immediately sped off toward Baghdad.

"Forget it, don't talk about my affairs. Let's talk about the current situation in East Yue," Jun Wuyou smiled at the two, not intending to continue the topic that had once left him in a state of confusion. There was no rationality to be found in that state of mind.

A flash of doubt crossed Yu Shiqing’s eyes; he did not seem to believe that Feng Mie would choose to avoid the conflict at such a moment.

Having said this, Jin Qing ran off, feeling utterly humiliated. However, before she even reached the gate, she regretted it—there were still old debts to settle.

Shadow was currently talking about Yun Lan, and every time the name was mentioned, a trace of strangeness colored his voice. Chang Ning noticed it, though he wondered if Shadow himself was aware.

Perhaps because Yoshino had been harmed, the transformations were being dispelled starting from those with lower priority. After all, Yoshino’s body still retained its adult appearance.