Chapter 45: Watching the Show

Jiang Ning’s long eyelashes trembled slightly as she tightly twined her delicate fingers together: "Pei Heng, you..."
Before the young girl could finish her sentence, a sharp piercing sound suddenly rent the air.
Seeing the arrow breaking through the window, Pei Heng hurriedly pulled Jiang Ning into his arms, shielding her closely.

"Fierce God, we’ve really made a huge disgrace of ourselves this time!" The Night King looked at the wailing Fierce God. One could say the Fierce God was their ultimate trump card; if even he were dealt with like this, they would be utterly finished.

On the stage, Qin Yi’s gaze inadvertently fell upon Xiaoqing in the distance. Seeing that heart-stirring smile of hers, he could not help but reveal a smile of satisfaction himself.

All of a sudden, the surroundings grew dim; fierce winds howled, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. The heavens and earth changed color, and an immense sense of oppression filled Qin Yi’s heart with extreme dread.

Nanny Xing felt a sense of grievance on behalf of Lady Nian, yet she was powerless to change anything. With a sigh, she forced a smile and said, "My Lady, we should head back to the estate first." Lady Nian did not utter a word, instead placing her hand numbly upon Nanny Xing’s arm as she walked up the stone steps.

Gu Shibachan lay in a rocking chair, wrapped tightly in a thick cloak, gazing squintingly at the azure sky. Her body swayed gently with the rocking chair, and a lazy expression rested upon her face.

In an instant, Daotian’s eyes turned cold, and a powerful aura directly enveloped all the monks, including Fayu and Liaode.

This time, Ye Mingjing couldn't even be bothered to cast a look of disdain. When a child makes a mistake, the greatest culprits are always the parents. This man Xie Shu had simply not a single redeeming quality.

He was unwilling to accept defeat. Instead, he held his troops in reserve and watched from afar, waiting for a strategic opportunity. As long as his massive army remained for even a single day, the people of Qin would not be granted a moment to breathe.

The two walked along the cold stone pavement of the royal palace, with soldiers following at a distance behind them. Without turning back, Ren Xiao halted his steps and asked Zhao Tuo, who had been following closely behind.

"Hunter, are you planning to kill Prince Harry just like you did General Tuson, and then find another puppet to replace him?" Qin Feng asked.

A gentle breeze blew slowly across the lake. Chuxiu leaned against the cabin window and looked outside, feeling that the scenery was exceptionally picturesque—it was no exaggeration to call everything within sight an earthly paradise. Yet she did not know that, in the eyes of others, a beauty like her was equally a fleeting vision capable of making one forget the past.

It was a loophole in her own rules. Yet Hongshu could not fix them! For these laws had been established by the master of the Water Sword ten thousand years ago.

Having given these instructions, Tiansheng hurried away, found an uninhabited spot, and entered the Nine Firmaments Pagoda.

In short, Ji Wuxing fully embodied the definition of a "scoundrel" through his actions, executing it with profound depth and precision.

"It's fine, it's fine, he is going to accompany me to Jiangling Prefecture. Perhaps I can use this time to probe his true intentions and his background." Wondering what kind of background Song Yuan might have and what kind of family he came from, Lü Xiang'er slowly drifted off to sleep.

Time flowed quietly onward, weaving an unspeakable sentiment between the two—as though they were mutually attracted yet struggling, or perhaps resisting and repelling one another.

Though this blue-robed manservant was of humble status, he possessed refined and delicate features. Having perhaps grown up since childhood on the Dome Divine Island, the spiritual energy here had rendered his constitution exceptionally pure.

The next day, when Qin Feng opened his eyes, he saw that the sky outside the window was already fully bright. Checking his wounds, he found they had basically healed as well, and he let out a sigh of relief in his heart. Although last night had been a false alarm, fortunately it was of no consequence, merely a scare.

Though she truly had no idea what good method Wang Yuetian could possibly have to survive at a time like this, in this very place and under these present circumstances, if there was truly even a sliver of hope, no matter what method it was, she had to give it a try.