Chapter 38

Truth be told, regarding last night, if not for Wutong being right by his side—someone he could see, touch, and feel the reality of—Ye Nanshan would have thought he was dreaming.

"Yuxuan, tell me, what exactly happened?" Xi Jinyang asked, his body extremely weak, his voice barely a whisper.

Just as she reached out to push him away, a warm, dry hand suddenly gripped her wrist.

Back then, calling Wutong "my lady" had nearly provoked her into killing him with her sword, willing to perish together; yet now, hearing that same endearment, Wutong’s eyes brimmed with tenderness, her smile sweet as honey.

With a single simple word, Luo Rongxuan voiced his innermost thoughts, leaving everyone else baffled and unable to grasp his meaning.

Wu Mian clarified the address before hanging up. He checked the call duration; over twenty minutes had already passed.

Channeling his sword-controlling technique, Wu Mian struck with a head-on blow, driving his blade directly into the man’s left eye and into his brain. The explosive force behind the strike burst the back of the man's skull wide open.

Following the waiter's recommendations, the two ordered several plates of meat and some vegetables. Jing Yao requested a large mug of beer, while Qin Nian opted for a glass of oolong tea, and they chatted as they ate.

"Understood!" Two guards stepped forward, seizing Wu Sheng by the arms and pinning his vital pressure points, rendering him unable to move.

If that name were shouted out, what if someone nearby reported it to the authorities? Once the name of the Butterfly King was given, the officials would surely label him a perpetrator of heinous crimes.

At this point, no matter what, Ling Yun had to keep fighting; win or lose, he had to give it his all.

The press gallery fell into a dead silence, the reporters seemingly still digesting Zhang Zhetian’s words. From time to time, others cast mocking and derisive glances toward the reporter from AS.

However, this placed Kira Izuru in a difficult position. He had chosen to engage, thinking his Zanpakuto could counter the opponent’s massive size, but now it seemed he couldn't even get close, let alone land a strike.

Since Yan Mumu often visited his home and treated it as her own, all her toiletries and clothing were already prepared there.

Matsugami Yoshiyuki was intentionally trying to exhaust the strength of both sides of the Niitsu family, and the Matsugami family retainers, believing this favored their own house, raised no objections.

Xu Chen said with considerable resentment; it was his first time being hunted like this, and he found himself completely powerless against his pursuer.

The onlookers grew inexplicably excited. Witnessing such a seemingly impossible record-breaking feat, even those who had previously despised Xu Chen could not help but feel a surge of excitement.

The County Clerk eventually persuaded the Magistrate to issue a relocation notice to the Guo family, and he even volunteered to serve as the supervising official in charge of escorting Guo Jie during his relocation.

Yet, by such standards, over seventy percent of the martial arts in the Fengyun world were immediately disqualified. The ones that caught his eye and were worth spending his Origin Energy to purchase were few and far between.

During his last departure, Old Man Yao had placed a low-level artifact in a hidden spot as a guide for his next visit; he was currently searching for that very artifact.

Gu Qingyuan’s expression tightened as he stepped forward, grabbing my wrist nervously. "Then what they said was all fake? They were all lying to me!" He looked at me in a panic, as if trying to decipher some hidden truth in my eyes.

As the full name of this Princess Yu—who remained an imperfect and incomplete figure in his memory—flashed clearly through Sun Fengzhao’s mind, he couldn't help but steal another glance at her.

It wasn't just the back of his hand; his arms were also covered in these silver-white scales, though they were far more scattered and less prominent than on his hand.

His foster father had always been loyal and righteous, firmly advising Baoyuan against rashly launching a military campaign, but he ended up in a heated court dispute with Zhang Ye. His foster brother, Guangpu, lost his patience and spoke up to defend their father, only to be scolded by Baoyuan. Enraged by this, his foster father feigned illness and stopped attending court for several days.

Su Mubai paused the playback, freezing the screen at the exact moment Zhu Xi was preparing to steer the mecha and turn around.

The tangerine orchard was not large. Toward the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, when the tangerines turned yellow, the orchard would drift with the sweet fragrance of fruit. It was refreshing and mentally stimulating, which I suspect is why he practiced archery there.

There was a way: have Wang Nuo expand his circle, or move to Guangzhou, which would reduce his operational costs.

When he turned to look at the second statue of an unknown generation of Holy Emperor, he discovered that there were no characters inscribed on the base.

As for how to describe the place where Sun Fengzhao stood, the soil there felt as if it had been compacted by a ten-thousand-pound hammer; it was likely sturdier than ordinary granite by now.

Tong Niuer drew his blade and stepped slowly into the cave. After turning a corner, the cave grew dim, and after the second turn, he could see nothing at all.

So, he dialed the number, only to be met with the "the party you are calling is on another line" prompt. It was then he realized with a start that he had been deceived.

Mr. Wolf smiled in a way that seemed completely harmless, yet in her eyes, it was a blatant attempt to keep her from drinking coffee, even though she wasn't particularly fond of it either.

"But she has already passed away." Cheng Ruowei stepped forward again. He knew that with Meng Qi, he had to press on step by step; otherwise, given his indecisive nature, he would never accept her.

She pushed the door open gently. Inside, Mao Xia lay on the bed with his hands crossed behind his head, his sharp, bright eyes meeting those of his mother as she entered.

Although the strength of Feng Xiang and Long Xiao was no match for his own, their backers were somewhat extraordinary. Thus, Poseidon did not act tyrannically based on his power, but instead chose to ask for their opinions first.

A double entendre, the meaning of which was not hard to guess. It was indeed so; hadn't the ancients said, "Things remain, but people have changed"?