Chapter 40

The hotel lobby fell into complete chaos. After the gunfire, the six assassins immediately retreated toward the entrance. However, most of Long Kun’s subordinates were stationed nearby, and upon hearing the shots, they rushed over. Though they were unarmed, they ran headlong into the six assassins as they exited the building.

"I suppose that makes sense." Yang Chen nodded, only half-understanding, feeling that Xu Yixuan’s words held some truth. In this life, as long as one is fed and clothed, why bother comparing oneself to others and spending a lifetime in exhaustion?

She longed to slap that punchable mask of his. He was clearly having people attend to her only to secretly monitor her every move.

Gong Ren thought that hiding under the bed was hardly a solution. He wanted to come out, but feared startling the young lady, so he decided to give her a warning by tapping on the floor.

Like the graffiti, the words written on the side looked very immature, clearly the work of the same young child.

Di Qiusheng slammed his hand on the table and reprimanded, "Enough! Be quiet! Look at yourself—do you still have a shred of a prince’s dignity? Xiao Wei, do you have any evidence?"

Wu Yulin cast a helpless glance at her. When did she learn to be so kind-hearted? Yet, Wu Yutong’s docility and sweetness truly filled his heart with happiness and satisfaction. He stopped "lecturing" her and pushed open the door to Gao Xinyue’s hospital room, only to see a nurse walking out and the hospital bed empty.

"No, I must go. I need to understand the progress of the entire rescue operation, so I have to go down there," Chang Xiong said with a firm tone, ignoring all attempts to dissuade him.

Having just witnessed the hope of her senior sister’s recovery, she longed even more to see a miracle for her own son.

"Qianjun, do you sense anything?" Among the group, Dao Qianjun had the highest cultivation and the keenest ability to perceive auras. As the chaos had mostly subsided, leaving only a mess behind, Leng Sen and the others looked toward him.

However, the Prince had fallen into a pit this time, and the Princess was standing above him, looking down with cold detachment while pouring a few buckets of cold water to help him sober up.

Why were they unwilling to help Yan Xiao? If so many elves joined forces, perhaps there might be a way.

Lin Qianwei deliberately emphasized the words "have something to do," clearly implying something more.

It seemed that the Path of Extreme Yin and the icy tunnel Tang Xin had traversed led from that true iceberg to this place.

Once they entered the restaurant and sat in a secluded corner with Fu Cong, Chu Xiwei did not rush to remove his mask. He waited until they had finished ordering and the food was served before taking it off.

However, at that very moment, Yang Jingyu suddenly struck Ren Changming’s chest and abdomen with a move called "Cloud Dragon Rears Its Head," causing him to stumble back several steps.

Yinzhen dropped the horse reins and wove through the market; he did not want to return to the palace just yet. His attendants followed in secret. Fortunately, Yinzhen was wearing plain clothes today, so he did not stand out in the capital, appearing as nothing more than a wealthy young master.

Looking at his own palm, trembling and weak, he could not bear to end his own life. The face and figure of Yang Chujun kept flashing through his mind, and he vaguely heard her voice telling him not to commit suicide, promising that she would wait for him.

Yinzhen inspected the river embankments early in the morning and played. Shu Yao could see his expression growing increasingly grave. The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping. Without satellite imagery, Shu Yao could not judge how long the rain would last, but she knew the embankments would never hold until the rain stopped.

However, in the middle of that night, Mu Rui did not realize that there was no one sleeping in his boss’s room.

Hearing David’s words, Joe’s breathing quickened, and a series of sounds representing cash hitting his account echoed in his mind.

The Allied Shinobi Forces had the advantage in numbers and could conduct a carpet search through the forest, but they were wary of the Akatsuki members in the sky and worried about the reanimated corpses summoned by Orochimaru and Yakushi Kabuto, so progress was slow.

The God-Slaying Army was even more pathetic; they began to kneel, kowtowing repeatedly while chanting in a strange language in unison.

However, whenever Chen Feng looked at Downey, the smile on his face never ceased, and he tossed another script over to him.

As for the other Akatsuki members, Obito had already vanished without a trace, and the others must have received the news and retreated in advance.

The "Eight Inner Gates" was a forbidden jutsu of the Hidden Leaf; even within the village, only a handful of people had mastered it.

Qin Yuxiu’s face darkened again without warning; it seemed he was very displeased by Qin Tairan’s appearance.

The sages gathered, all lost in the beauty of the blue waves, seeking joy at the grand banquet. Only I, having lost favor, gaze longingly at the horizon, walking alone to the bow of the boat, hoping only for my lord’s swift return so we may wander the world together.

Hua Xi pulled at her clothes to cover her fair skin, but how could she shield herself from so much sunlight?

"Is there no decorum left? What are you all doing? This Young Master Lin is a guest of honor at Yingying’s; what is this commotion?" Xie Danhong scolded while slowly descending the stairs.

Shi Zi was astonished, unable to believe that the legendary treasure was right before his eyes; he stared intently at the Immortal Mountain Tripod and took a step forward.

Unconsciously, he closed his eyes again. It was as if he were wandering in a sea of flowers, as if he were in a fairyland, surrounded by the sounds of springs and divine music.

It did not take long for Miao Zhen to get her hands on this secret token of the Dao Palace. Soon after, the Red Treasure Dao Lord discovered that Zhao Shiyu had been forced to the Buddha Domain by those scoundrels and that miser with the red beard.

Lin Jue reached into his bosom, pulled out a signal flare, lit the fuse, and fired it into the sky. A ball of red light soared upward, trailing a long red tail that writhed like a snake in the dark sky. High above, it exploded with a thunderous roar, showering the sky in a rain of flowers before vanishing into the darkness.