Chapter 42: Does the Empress Know Her Crime?

"Dream on!" Xiao Teng's face was filled with fierce ferocity. As his figure flashed, his speed reached its absolute limit, gripping his sword with both hands, he viciously thrust it toward Xuelan's heart.

Lei Linzhan was trapped in the hotel waiting for Su Li and could not go anywhere, because fans had already surrounded the hotel impenetrably, solely to catch a glimpse of him.

Strangely enough, the baby who had been crying nonstop suddenly stopped the moment Moon Ji held him, and instead began to giggle foolishly at Moon Ji with a soft, coughing sound.

Yunna hurriedly stood up, straightened her clothes, reabsorbed the intoxicating aura in the room, and then turned to open the door, running downstairs. She chose not to take the elevator, intending to converse directly with that voice.

The digital password door opened, revealing a vast room filled with various high-tech equipment, electronic computers, and researchers scurrying back and forth in a bustling scene.

"Strange," Qingqing added, supplying the adjective she had left unsaid. Her very first glance had been one of shock, but upon second thought, she felt it was not so bad after all.

The sounds of snapping strings echoed one after another. Finally, after ten crisp sounds, Qian Yuluo broke into a smile.

"I didn't bring any... Usually, they pay!" Inke looked at him with an aggrieved expression. At that moment, she seemed to regret having acted so impulsively just now.

Li Hongming was not lying about this; he had indeed been sitting in the driver's seat when he crashed into the white poplar tree, and his arm had indeed been grazed by the shattered glass.

Huo Huang's face also flushed red, but it instantly turned cold and gloomy. With a twitch of the corner of her mouth, she did not know what to say.

All she had to do was pretend to take a stroll, take the opportunity to search for the mycelium of wood ears and various mushrooms, and then, while everyone was not paying attention, rapidly urge batch after batch of various mushrooms and wood ears to sprout.

From time to time, as she thought about it, she would burst into irrepressible laughter. When she grew tired of laughing, she would rest her hands crossed over Jiang Che's shoulders, leaning on him to continue laughing, completely unaware that her body was pressing against him.

"A-Quan, what's wrong with you?" The leader of the kidnappers heard only a dull thud, and his nearby companion stopped firing. He hurriedly shook his companion, only to discover that he had already been shot.

This voice was exceedingly ancient, and as Su Qiuhe heard it, it evoked an inexplicable sense of the passage of time.

At this moment, in the trading room of Chen Hui's hedge fund and Liu Nengguang's trading team, Liu Nengguang stared quietly at the spot gold trend chart.

In other words, even though the Great Xia Dynasty was destined to fall, the Li family lineage she represented would certainly survive and ascend to a position of high power.

After placing an order in the system, Lin Luoyu impatiently rummaged through his pockets for the "Mind Password Machine," but he found nothing at all.

Whether infected by Alan Yuan or simply unwilling to admit defeat, Chen Jiaju actually dared to rush out of cover with his lousy marksmanship. Just like Alan Yuan, he engaged in a shootout with the opposing side. Of course, Chen Jiaju was not capable of Alan Yuan's dual-wielding rapid fire and could only grip a single pistol with both hands to shoot.

A second later, the heavy doors of the Wandering Paradise Opera House closed completely. A series of soothing and graceful melodies began to play accordingly.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the appearance of this supernatural scene was instantly like water dropped into a scorching wok, causing an immediate uproar.

Traveling about eight hundred miles westward, Lin Yi frequently heard demon soldiers and generals along the way speaking of a place known as the Mosuo Temple.

Because Qiu Ming had fought with Ying Tian on Misty Peak and was defeated, not only did he suffer moderate physical injuries, but the fire toxin within his body also began to flare up wildly.

Xiao Kuang lashed out with lightning speed, directly tripping Lu Qing, causing all the cargo Lu Qing was carrying on his back to crash onto the ground.

Zeng Hua's unsightly complexion turned deathly pale, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if blood might well up and spill from them.

"No." Ling Yu answered cleanly and decisively; this was obtained entirely through his own abilities.

"I used to think that only scum among the human race would be ungrateful and bite the hand that feeds them. I never imagined that even the lofty dragons would be such beastly creatures devoid of humanity," Lin Yi said, looking up at the gigantic dragon head and laughing with undisguised contempt.

Yin Ping's expression was grave. Although he possessed the Heavenly Secret Compass, his own natural talent was not exceptionally strong, and whether he could break the formation still depended largely on luck.

At that moment, an angry feminine shout rang out, and a red figure flashed forward, immediately launching an attack on Lin Fan. Her slender, delicate hand formed a fist and rained blows upon Lin Fan's body.

One must know that even a fourth-grade medicinal pill, if taken to the Golden Myriad Tower in Blue Stone City, could fetch a sky-high price at auction. Yet her son was telling her to use such pills simply for bodily maintenance.

"Weaker?" The Dao Lord's tone was detached and calm, devoid of joy, anger, or emotion, yet carrying an inexpressible might.

...Don't tell me I have to use the Demonic Black Soul every time I fight? Can my life force consumption possibly withstand that?

You must understand that ever since humanity officially stepped into the world of cultivation, the Soul-Nourishing Pills produced by Zhao Baoyu had long since skyrocketed in value, becoming something that could no longer be acquired simply by spending money.

"Uh, cough, cough." Fu Zhongqing was just about to take a sip of tea when he was directly choked by Fu Qingliu's words.

"Are those two also manga artists?" Qiu Ping asked curiously. Yet despite her words, her feet did not stop, walking straight toward the swing.

Editor: Well, don't take it too to heart. With the reputation you have today, you don't need to lower yourself to her level. The resources at your disposal are far better than hers.