Chapter 28: Discovering the Ultrasound Report

"No."

Zhu Yue knew exactly how Liang Youjia had hurt Xianyu. Out of fear, she dared not lash out at him, but she was utterly repulsed by him. How could Yuyu have chosen someone like this?

"Is there really nothing, or are you just refusing to tell me?"

Liang Youjia shifted his tone, and a chilling aura seeped through the receiver. Zhu Yue also...

Fortunately, he had endured such agony before when he first absorbed the spirit bone, so it was not entirely unbearable.

At this moment, Jessica and her friends noticed that Lian Feng seemed to have an opening and turned their gazes toward him.

However, Lian Feng felt that leather shoes were the most pointless things in existence. No matter how expensive, they were always excruciating to wear. Moreover, wearing leather shoes inevitably meant wearing a suit and a tie... nothing about the whole ensemble had anything to do with comfort.

Arriving at the pedestrian street, Tang Meng and her group got out of the car. He Xi asked Tang Meng whether they should browse shop by shop or head toward specific targets.

Hu Weiyong, devastated by the loss of his beloved son and filled with rage, used his authority to track down the carriage driver and ordered his men to beat the man to death.

Just as they tried to flee in every direction, they realized with horror that their footsteps seemed frozen in mid-air, unable to move even an inch. Everyone was in the same predicament, forced to watch as that immense vortex slowly drifted toward them.

Those responsible for building the stoves continued their work, the woodchoppers kept on chopping, and the barrel-makers strove to finish their barrels; everyone worked together in preparation for the brewing.

With the four "secret treasures" destroyed, the malevolent spirit retracted its black smoke. However, after countering the power of those four artifacts, the smoke surrounding the spirit had faded significantly; clearly, it had not been an easy feat, and the spirit had exhausted much of its energy in the confrontation.

She could not understand why a man described by others as a scoundrel with a history of malicious deeds appeared completely different in Ning Rongrong’s words.

She remembered that when she returned last time to pack her clothes, she had locked that diary in the drawer in her haste.

Prefect Ye was pleased because his son had brought along a doctor—a folk practitioner found by the Yue family. He was a thin, dark-skinned old man with sparse whiskers, wearing a hat and looking exhausted.

Han Rong took a deep breath. Without unnecessary words, he bowed slightly to Grand Tutor Wen and responded.

"Caution is a virtue, but while caution is one thing, don't you think you're being too reckless? If I truly intended to force a choice upon you—to eliminate you if I couldn't win you over—what confidence do you have that I wouldn't have killed you beforehand the moment you tore off the mask?" The tone was resolute, carrying the arrogance of one who possessed the ability to back it up.

Xiqi suffered a crushing defeat. Chi Jingzi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, was killed in battle. Eighty thousand Xiqi soldiers fell outside the city, their corpses piling up like a mountain, blocking the gates of Xiqi City.

It took a long time, but by experimenting with various styles, every bedroom was crafted with a unique aesthetic.

"Are... are we really allowed to live here?" Mother Xia asked, struggling to contain her joy and unable to believe what she was hearing.

Sometimes, the best way to defeat an enemy is not necessarily to kill them; making their existence in this world a torment is far more effective.

Du Luo took the towel to dry his hands. At that moment, Xiao Wanyue walked over; she had run into the tunnel earlier to assist with the rescue, though Du Luo had been too busy to notice.

Li Zicheng observed carefully, seeing the imperial army’s main formation arranged in a square with a hollow center, where Sun Chuanting’s great banner and thousands of cavalry were hidden.

Tushan Rongrong seemed to thoroughly enjoy Ye Xuan’s touch. Every time he brushed against her sensitive fox ears, a rosy blush would quietly creep up those pointed tips.

Upon gaining the power of the wind, Qiu Xuan felt a cyan energy emerge within his body. He knew this must be the power of the wind, and within that force, he could perceive the wind's gentleness and lightness, as well as the ferocity hidden in its deepest depths.