Chapter 43: Are You Trying to Court Me?

Along the way, Deng Shuxin remained silent, not exchanging many words with Zheng Qian.

Deng Shuxin’s home was not far from the hospital, roughly a ten-minute drive.

Upon arriving, Deng Shuxin fetched a pair of slippers for Zheng Qian to change into.

The apartment was not particularly large, around one hundred and forty square meters, but it was kept extremely clean and tidy, with every single item in perfect order.

The decoration could hardly be called luxurious, nor was it crude; the layout and color scheme were both thoughtfully designed.

Wang Chongyang pondered for a moment after hearing the busy tone on the line, sensing nothing particularly amiss about Wu Hua through the phone call.

After repeating this cycle a few times, when Wang Huaipeng could no longer hold his breath, he would surface to take charge of the boat, allowing Lin Yue to dive underwater and spear the water monsters with iron lances.

Helan Jin furrowed his brow as he watched Takuya’s receding figure. This Takuya was clearly not someone easy to deal with, and the way he looked at Ming Ruo was simply too bizarre. Could it be that he had feelings for Ming Ruo?

Lin Xi stared in astonishment as Aunt Mei made such an exorbitant demand, then glanced sidelong at Liu Shi’s livid expression, Shan Shi’s silent demeanor, and the Dowager’s composed gaze. She was instantly caught between laughter and tears; this was clearly orchestrated intentionally while he was present, leaving Liu Shi unable to flatly refuse, hoping that even if she couldn’t get everything, securing an item or two would still be a success.

At this thought, Wang Chongyang was filled with a sense of bafflement. Had he actually mastered the teleportation ability bestowed upon him by Tianwu? He hadn’t even realized it before.

Moreover, he brought no guards with him, nor did he wear any insignia of his status, which showed that he wished to remain anonymous.

In less than two days, Zhao Jingyu already bore a haggard appearance. With red-rimmed eyes and a hoarse voice, he knelt before Emperor Xiajing and kowtowed heavily, saying, "Thank you, Imperial Father." The cluster of fever blisters at the corner of his mouth moved Emperor Xiajing deeply.

He understood that the dragon throne could only seat one person, and the struggle for power would inevitably be accompanied by blood and human lives, where political intrigue and fatal rivalry were indispensable.

By the time she drew closer, she noticed an abnormal flush beneath the man's fair complexion, giving him a somewhat sickly appearance.

"I have not yet sunk so low as to need marriage to resolve my predicament," Shi Sheng sneered.

"You actually made a move!" Zi Moxuan found it utterly unbelievable that Ziyu would strike so fiercely, completely disregarding past ties, and launching such a wide-ranging, indiscriminate attack.

"How is this like a ghost story?" Although Meng Nian lacked emotional fluctuation, she was easily startled. Just imagining opening a wardrobe and suddenly having a stranger leap out made her mind buzz.

Shen Ruqi took a few steps to the corner at the far end of the corridor outside the operating room and briefly explained the current situation.

"Damn it!" Wuyin genuinely wanted to curse. Here I am slaying malevolent spirits, yet you treat me as one? Fine, since that's how it is, I'll slaughter both sides. Wuyin held back no longer and initiated an indiscriminate assault.

Gong Lingye held his phone in one hand; his palm was wide, yet he could still effortlessly swipe across the screen while holding it.

"Why are you so long-winded? Just do as I say and strike me. If you keep babbling, I'll execute you," Wuyin roared angrily.

"Preventing Ye Liushu from harassing the CEO." Meng Nian looked down at Ye Liushu beneath her, answering Ji Shisheng’s words aloud.

On the other side, Heige suddenly pointed his sword toward the vault of heaven, stepped out in a diagonal stride, and let out a fierce roar at the two gray-robed figures before him: "The Six Steps of Mysterious Combat Defy the Heavens!" With his sword moving in tandem with his body and his form resembling a swimming dragon, Heige suddenly flashed through the air and swept his longsword across, severing the heads of the two gray-robed men as a vast spray of blood cascaded down.

"The eyes!" Zhou Zixin suddenly cried out in a low voice. Amidst her shout, the crowd saw that within the two semicircles at either end of the Taiji symbol inside the blazing golden ring, a pair of gigantic eyes—one golden and one crimson—suddenly appeared. When the golden eye manifested, it shone with boundless radiance; when the crimson eye appeared, it resembled a bottomless, unfathomable crimson abyss, truly bizarre to the extreme.

Lang Hongxiang carefully scrutinized the skeleton, and his shock grew increasingly profound. Far from showing any vestige of vitality, the skeleton lacked even a shred of flesh; it was entirely a bleached bone. Such remains could only be left behind by someone who had perished many years ago.

Upon seeing the two figures chasing close behind them one after another, they exchanged a glance and shook their heads, indicating they did not recognize them.

He saw that beneath these suspended honeycomb-like structures floated a layer of pale golden yet remarkably clear liquid, seemingly less than half an inch deep, distributed evenly across the uneven ground. According to the principle that water flows to lower places, this made no sense at all and appeared exceedingly bizarre.

"Splash, splash..." Countless cultivators rushed into the sea in a chaotic scramble. Many latecomers continuously attempted to fly across the surface of the sea, but all were hurled into the ocean by an inexplicable external force. On the sea, towering waves accompanied by roaring thunder, shrieks, and screams shook the heavens, and the water was instantly stained crimson with blood.

Wang Feng instantly understood what it felt like to swallow cotinga while dumb and unable to speak. He stammered incoherently for a long time, having no idea how to answer Sergeant Zhang's question. To answer truthfully would be equivalent to tattling on his squad leader to a superior. That would not be to his advantage; the only result would be even harsher torment from the squad leader.

"That's the direction of the Dragon Fall Pit. What are they going there for?" Lin Feng muttered in doubt and suspicion, finding the actions of these people deeply abnormal.

Wang Yuancheng grew furious. "Monster, you are unworthy of being cherished, you are unworthy of being respected. Go to hell!" With that, Wang Yuancheng began forming hand seals, determined to crush him with a move akin to Mount Tai pressing down to vent the rage in his heart.

Although Long Ling immediately issued a retreat order, there were still those who failed to withdraw in time or remained eager for battle, hoping to land one final shot.

The next moment, that figure abruptly lashed out with a palm toward Xia Xun. A giant palm materialized, and instantly, a tidal wave of pressure bore down heavily upon Xia Xun.

Fortunately, upon seeing that not a single student in the school was missing, the principal finally relaxed his expression into a smile.

To be honest, Lao Ye could no longer remember what his state of mind had been during the Chinese trials the year before last, nor could he recall the exact pressure that had caused his false start back then. However, what remained the same was that whenever Ye Feng came to Shanghai and stood before billions of compatriots, he always appeared immensely nervous.

With a single punch, a giant of a man, standing one hundred and ninety centimeters tall and weighing over two hundred pounds, was sent flying straight out of the combat ring.

In this day and age, a larger crowd, to a certain extent, implied greater strength and a higher probability of survival. However, Outpost Number Four was not close to them, requiring three full days of driving just to reach the vicinity.

Because the scene was so massive, the director was forced to rely on walkie-talkies to communicate with the crew members scattered across various locations.

Jia Qianqian followed him into the main hall in bewilderment, only to see the thin old man and four men kneeling there, one of whom was precisely the person who had struck her with the large wooden club.

At that moment, the boys playing basketball on the court were also drawn over one by one.

"Hey! Why isn't dinner served yet? Are you trying to starve us all to death?" A fat-eared captive of the God race heavily battered the bars with his head.

During Leng Ye's entire speech, Su Nana did not hear a single word, nor did she even notice Zhang Youde's wandering hands groping her lower back. It was not until the thunderous applause erupted around her once more that she snapped back to her senses, realizing she had been spacing out the entire time. At the same time, she felt a lingering warmth behind her that did not belong to her.