Chapter 135: The Sycophant

Lin Yiqing felt a slight stirring in her heart at these words; she had seen all the kindness Lin Yu had shown her over the years.

After Fu Chen left the UK, she had tried to convince herself to accept Lin Yu, but how could one person be forgotten when another already occupied the heart?

She had sternly rejected Lin Yu’s pursuit in the past, but he had been persistent, solemnly telling her that this was a path he had chosen willingly.

Seeing that she could not dissuade him, Lin Yiqing accepted the situation, coming to regard him as a brother. Yet, as time passed, especially after learning that Fu Chen had married, her feelings toward Lin Yu began to shift.

"Haha!" The swordsman laughed heartily, his voice echoing across the summit of Mount Tiantai as if to shake the very heavens. He picked up his wine gourd and offered it to Zongyang, who shook his head. The swordsman, no longer standing on ceremony, lifted it and took a deep, vigorous gulp.

Hua Fengmo had not left long ago; he had deliberately slowed his pace, yet he had not seen any sign of Luo Qinglan, Jun Wuxie, and their family within the time he had expected.

Ling'er realized she had embarrassed herself internationally. Her mind raced, and using the little Japanese she knew, she said, "Sorry, I am from Japan, no! I do not understand your country's etiquette!" With that, she grabbed her luggage and slunk away.

She knew these events had truly happened to her, but they failed to stir any significant fluctuation or ripple in her emotions, nor could they evoke any deep feeling.

Susan, of course, understood the meaning behind his words. He was of the Star Spirit Clan and had always hoped she would not set herself against them. She knew he did not want to kill her, but he could no longer help her—he would not betray the stance of his people. Accompanying her this far was already the greatest concession he could make.

Qingluan and Ye Hua were frozen in mid-air, their expressions preserved in that instant. Behind them, the black dragon was also suspended in space. The scene shifted; not only them, but even Yuan Ben, the Crow Sect, Zongyang, and the Yin-Yang Snow Consort were held motionless. In truth, everyone within the Yin-Yang Palace had been brought to a standstill.

"Queen, your cleverness sometimes makes me want to kill you," Murong Feiming said, casting a chilling glance at her before lowering his head to toy with the silver needle in his hand.

"Are you saying that although the King has read the peerless martial arts manual, he has never practiced them?" Helian Heya found it incredible. This was too coincidental—that it should all fall into place with her.

Legend had it that beneath the mask worn by the Saint Qing Emperor lay a face so stunning it could topple kingdoms, a countenance of mesmerizing, bewitching beauty.

Connecting the dots, Xiao Baizhu immediately wanted to flee. No matter who saw this scene, it would be very easy to misunderstand, wouldn't it?

Liu Muxin said that even Li Shimin, as the Emperor of the Great Tang, felt a sense of trepidation; this was clearly an exceptionally terrifying problem.

Taishi Ya stared wide-eyed at her surroundings. "Why is the sky red?" To her, the place looked no different from her own home, save for the crimson sky. Moreover, the profound energy here was incredibly dense.

Furthermore, because of the nature of the opponent's domain, he could not retract his force; he could only push forward, driving straight into his body.

The next day, the two of them went together to take Yuanyuan to school and ran into Lin Guohui, who was dropping off Zhou Ruiyang. However, this time, Lin Guohui was not just with Zhou Ruiyang, but also with Nana.

If he hadn't given the order that Han Linlin was not to be allowed to die, she might have long since starved or succumbed to illness in some corner of this palace.

The wolf and the tiger clashed like sparks flying from flint, their eyes burning with rage as they glared at one another, baring their sharp fangs.

Consort Yang, one of the four ladies of the Prince of Qin of the Great Tang, wiped the sweat from her brow as she walked into Dugu Lanruo’s private box.

Half of his thoughts were entirely consumed by his mother, whose life hung in the balance, and he had no energy left to coax her.

Xiaoluo, no amount of apologies can bring your life back, so I will live on well in your stead.

His large hand gripped her slender waist; their hands were clasped, their bodies pressed close, and their breath mingled, instantly rendering the atmosphere sultry and heated. Their hearts beat wildly in rhythm with the dance.

Nan Boyu used his mouth to retrieve the sash, gave it a firm tug, and Hua Chuchu let out a soft moan, collapsing against him until they could feel each other’s breath.