Volume 1, Chapter 53: Bringing Home Another Woman

"What do you mean she has vanished?" Kedash was furious.
"The Queen sent the guards away, and by the time we returned, she was already gone."
Under the illumination of the massive fire, Kedash strode back hurriedly.
True to their word, the large tent was completely empty, and the little woman was nowhere to be found.
"Her body is still very weak! Go and find her at once!" he roared.
With the recording of the third episode of The Masked Singer just around the corner, Qin Ye's mind was now entirely consumed by the show.
Boom—following a massive explosion, an invisible entity was torn apart by the shockwave like a soap bubble. As the dust settled, the object hidden within was exposed to everyone's eyes. It was precisely a bizarrely shaped black spire.
After inviting everyone into the living room, Polycarpov and Yakov, visiting for the first time, showered lavishly complimentary remarks on the tasteful arrangement of Lin Jun's living room.
Furuya Satoru—he was far too familiar with him, even though he hadn't used dynamic vision to completely track the rotation of the slowed-down baseball.
"I don't know the situation well. If I rashly step forward to offer comfort, it might backfire," Liu Wei said, shaking her head.
"Oh, there's still an intact one." Skipping over the shards, Wang Dong discovered a pristine item—a ceramic horse. With distinct colors and striking beauty, Wang Dong picked it up and inspected it carefully; indeed, it was completely undamaged.
Most of the first and second-year players shared this sentiment, especially the two pitchers, Furuya Satoru and Sawamura Eijun. With tears welling in their eyes as they looked at Junisuke, they probably would have followed him straight into the sea if he had told them to at that moment.
However, seeing the balance of power tipping toward the Divine Dragon Adventure Group, even in their eyes, a trace of panic flashed by. At this point, they had to make a move; they could simply not sit back and await their doom.
Although more than one corpse had been incinerated in the cremator, this was the first time for a local.
Immediately afterward, he put away the King's Sword, casually recalled the counterfeit one, and stored them all inside his spatial ring.
At the very moment of his utmost despair and agony, a single tear squeezed out from beneath his eyelids, leaving a deep tear track down his cheek. The droplet slid down the path of the tear, hung suspended in mid-air for a moment, and finally, with a crisp drip sound, shattered into a scattered splash of water droplets.
The situation before them required no further thought; the person behind the scenes clearly intended to wipe them all out, or at the very least, leave them battered and mutually destroyed.
Lan Chong also gazed at him, staring unblinkingly. Facing someone countless times stronger than himself, he felt not a shred of fear.
Lan Chong did not show excessive surprise, because from the other person's attire, he could already tell she belonged to the Lan family. Otherwise, he would not have bothered to help her recover her memories.
Sun Lin's ears twitched slightly as he paid close attention to the suspicious movements around him, fearing anything might disturb Bai Qiyao's cultivation.
Sun Lin was left craving more; he hadn't even tasted the tribulation pill he just swallowed before it transformed into surging currents of heat that rushed into his body. He smacking his lips, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth twitched.
At this moment, aside from the hundreds present from the very beginning, ghostly bailiffs, ghost soldiers, ghost generals from the surrounding vicinity, and even the Judges who had not gotten involved initially, all came out to watch the commotion.
The junior martial brother and sister behind them, upon learning their true strength, drew the swords from their scabbards one after another and stood shoulder to shoulder with Liao Zhisheng.
Since this was a battle where he had to fight completely alone, he would just have to brace himself and face it head-on. Winning the game now would actually go against his inner heart, while losing would be true to it. He had no idea how to make a choice, so he could only let nature take its course and fight this final battle to the very end, which could also be considered an account to himself.
Suspended directly above his head were two intertwined snakes. Within the mouths of the snakes rested a perfectly round pearl.
A low, deep voice issued from Ye Han's lips; that tone did not sound like a reminder, but rather like an unyielding command that permitted no disobedience.