Chapter 90: The Ultimate Temptation

Whispers, frail and powerless, like a wounded kitten calling out in fear and helplessness, echoed through the bedroom, tightening one's throat and making the heart ache as if deprived of oxygen.

Hearing her call his name so many times, never before had Mu Tingye felt his heart break. He moved toward her gently, full of tenderness, softly coaxing her, "Jiujiu, don’t be afraid, I’m here, Uncle Tingye is here..."

He embraced the trembling girl, his deep, shadowed eyes turning red with regret—this was his fault, he had not considered things thoroughly, and his precious girl was now so sensitive and fragile...

Even though several blocks of ice had been placed in the room, I still felt suffocated. I had no choice but to put on a coat and step outside for some air.

Lei Zihao looked at Wang Jie with a smiling gaze. In Wang Jie’s resolute eyes, he saw the same look Xu Tong once had, though the latter’s eyes were even brighter and clearer. Gazing into those luminous eyes, Lei Zihao couldn’t help but sigh softly.

From this, it was clear that Badak’s physical strength had reached an indestructible level—even planets could be shattered by him in an instant.

The next match was between the Flower Street team and the IF team. IF had already faced Zhanmen before, and Flower Street’s strength was mediocre, so the members of Zhanmen didn’t stay to watch the second match.

Night Shadow could clearly sense that this had always been a sore spot for Jiang Junyu. She never spoke of it, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care deep down.

My heart tightened, and my first thought was of Sisi. I hadn’t heard any news of her these days—could her matter have already been exposed?

Ye Feng hurriedly pressed her chest, then used his spiritual power to shake her chest, hoping the water would come out of her mouth.

He hadn’t seen what Wenren Ya had just done, but he had heard it. Yet, even so, he felt no aversion toward her.

“You must be Zhao Guodong, truly a well-known man!” The deputy commander gave Zhao Guodong a hearty slap on the shoulder.

Jinse had barely finished her medicine and was already leaning against the bed, falling asleep. Seeing that Jinse had drifted off, Qingyan didn’t wish to linger and disturb her, so she tidied away the medicine jars and bowls and left Jinse’s room.

“Murphy, it seems you haven’t listened to a single word I just spoke. In one-on-one combat, elves naturally aren’t weaker than humans, but the human heart is treacherous—how will you defend against that? Especially when your opponent is the ruthless Holy Light Order!” The Elf King was visibly angry, his tone growing heavier.

Once she changed into men’s clothing, she no longer needed to wear a veil or behave so properly, and it became less likely for men who saw her to harbor improper thoughts.

Is it Cloud Ye’s fault for speaking recklessly? In truth, when it came to Mo Qianhan, it wasn’t just him—no one could see through her. After repeated inquiries, it turned out that the former emperor had truly been forced to death by her, and the latter too had died because of her. She was someone who could be cruel even to her own parents and siblings.

In fact, when he first saw the documents James brought back, he already suspected—why would the Liu family treat her this way?

It was still raining outside. She turned into the corner of the awning, ready to dash into the rain, when suddenly a hand extended a umbrella from the side, covering her head just in time.

On the seventh day after the wedding, Doctor Ge made her final inspection of Bai Li Yun’s wound and, shouldering her medicine box, said that her services were no longer needed here and it was time for her to return.

Her hair was terribly disheveled, her clothes torn in several places, and even the exposed patches of skin were mottled with horrifying blue bruises, as if she had experienced something dreadful.

Suddenly, a cold chill enveloped everyone in the room. Chen Feng distinctly felt the temperature in the living room drop, so cold that his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The Grand Elder was truly furious; combined with his age, the anger nearly robbed him of breath, and he almost fainted.

An intensely cold, venomous, and familiar voice floated from the white cloth, each word branded deep into Chen Bo’s heart.