43. Drawn into His Arms

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As they were speaking, Chen Xiaodi’s phone rang. It was the supervisor in charge of her department at the student union.

Following her gaze, Meng Xiyun glanced at Changye, who stood not far away like a guardian deity. Their eyes met. His gaze was deep and calm. He looked away, let out a silent sigh, and shook his head.

The two rows of servants immediately split into two formations, one in front and one behind, surrounding and escorting the pair to the banquet in the front residence.

After communicating with the management of Monster Beverage and weighing all the offers, they ultimately chose Coca-Cola.

“He said he was going to sign up for the provincial Olympiad.” Fearing that Song Zhilian still had not come to his senses, he deliberately emphasized the words again.

Before he knew it, he had entered the old city by the bay, and his thoughts had been drawn back from his memories. Most of the people living here were merchants and officials from the Moonrice Kingdom. The new city by the bay was the true center of the kingdom’s prosperity, inhabited by high-ranking officials, nobles, and elders of various sects.

She had still wanted to leave Chen Wei with a good impression and ask for an autograph or a photograph together, but after Ning Meng had made such a commotion, she was far too embarrassed to say anything.

The tribulation clouds seemed to have been provoked. This time, they surged far more violently than before, and bolts of heavenly lightning covering a full ten meters came crashing down.

But what Qi Zheng meant was that not only could we imagine it—we could turn that vision into reality with absolute certainty. No wonder the international experts’ eyes had practically turned green. Most of them had been born in the Middle East, where there was little of anything else, but certainly no shortage of desert.

Most importantly, rebirth had given him youth and passion. He intended to use that youth to acquire experience—the capital needed to navigate the political arena. Would he really be willing to squander it like this?

At that moment, Ye Chen suddenly knitted his brows and turned to look in a particular direction. Luo Wushuang was in danger? Without paying any attention to Qin Yuerou, he vanished from the spot.

Mongol Blade Scar was startled and immediately understood what was happening. Without a second thought, he leaped headfirst into a dilapidated house nearby.

The two men crossed paths. Zhang He thrust out his spear and drew it back in an exceedingly simple motion. Behind him, Cheng He clutched his throat, tumbled from his horse, and died.

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Vast flocks of white crows wheeled through the sky, blotting out the sun. The world below had already fallen into darkness.

The colossal dragon shook its head vigorously. As specks of starlight flickered, countless “Sun Wukongs,” identical to him, sprang from its head, each one clutching a Golden-Banded Staff.

“Xiao Lulu is nothing more than an ant. If Brother Luo wants to kill her, then let him.” At that moment, the Qin family retainer who had remained silent finally spoke, his tone utterly matter-of-fact.

At that instant, the Kunlun Sacred Domain began to tremble violently. Huge cracks spread along the mountainsides and across the ground. Rocks came tumbling down, and dust billowed everywhere. Trees were pulverized by the overwhelming force and scattered through the air.

Huan was slightly taken aback. Unexpectedly, the two seemingly ferocious attacks had merely been feints.

There was a time when TB Entertainment had been a tyrant of the entertainment industry, a company powerful enough to suppress even the mighty Yixin Entertainment. Bai Zhu had no wish to fight to the death.

Tuoba Yao had always harbored murderous intent toward Qin Hong, but he had kept it suppressed. Until news arrived that Xie Zhi was pregnant, his killing intent finally became impossible to restrain. Just as he was about to order his hidden guards to kill Qin Hong, word came that locust plagues had broken out again in Dingzhou and Sizhou, forcing Tuoba Yao to delay the secret order.

Yin Yi posted a selfie on Weibo. Within seconds, it had been reposted tens of thousands of times—half the comments offered congratulations, while the other half asked for good luck.

Ordinary players were governed by the nine great sects, whereas Infinite players were directly governed by the system. In the eyes of the NPCs from the nine great sects, Infinite players were disciples of the Arcane Immortal Palace—in other words, disciples of the immortals. It was only natural that they would not be under the sects’ authority.

Another clear voice rang out. Though it sounded as melodious as an oriole, the sorrow and desolation in its tone could not be concealed.

Before the overwhelming righteous aura, Liu Ran felt the yin and evil astral energy within his body surge violently, as though it had encountered its mortal enemy. It circulated frantically, rising and falling within him as it sought a safe place to hide.

“Actually, it was nothing. I only asked him to pay closer attention to Miss He’s situation, because I have always felt that there is something unusual about her.” Zhong Nan revealed only part of the truth. He did not want Liao Qing’er to know too much. Not only might she realize that something was wrong, but she could also be placed in needless danger.

The men who had contributed the most ideas to the assassination of Tuoba Yao were Guo Yan and Xie Hao. The two would eventually become the closest of friends, but for now, neither knew the other’s identity. Xie Hao had also devised the escape plan. Xie Jian had barely taken part at all; he was beginning to grow old.

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The interstellar missiles aboard the Red Team’s command ship shot into the heavens like torpedoes and collided with the Blue Team’s missiles in the vacuum of space. The resulting shock wave shook everyone from their chairs.

At last, Shan Mengmeng, lying on the bed, quieted down. Ou Muchen exhaled in relief, only to realize that he was drenched in sweat. He hurried back into the bathroom for another cold shower, then stumbled out and fell into a fitful sleep.

There was nothing wrong with Xiao Qing saying this, but in the old emperor’s eyes, Xiao Qing was Nian’er’s mother. How could someone praise her own child so openly? The old emperor burst into laughter, and he found himself liking Li Yu a little more.

Xiao Qing arrived at the Spire House, where Yuyun and Wang Shu were already prepared. The entire fourth courtyard was guarded so thoroughly that not even a fly could get inside.

Sun Jinghui had still suffered some injuries. His mind was dazed, and his steps had begun to slow. He had lost his speed and agility, and the advantage was no longer his.

“Oh? Since when did you start caring about your appearance?” Xu Huinan asked with a smile, his sword-shaped brows drawing together slightly.

“Let’s go outside and talk,” Gu Ming said, breaking the silence.

After speaking, he and Kuo took another look at Aoxue on the bed. Aojun glared at Xu Huinan before Liya pulled him outside. Xu Huinan reached out and touched Aoxue’s pale face, then left reluctantly.

“Ugh, I’ve gotten too used to playing several accounts. I’m completely out of sorts with just one now.” Han Bing lifted the lid from his instant noodles and complained through the steam.

There was no mistake. The superpower my brother had displayed before everyone was an iron body. This ability could transform his entire body into metal, including his internal organs and bones. That was why his skin had turned a metallic silver—the result of using this superpower.