50. A Resentment That Would Not Fade

Every single one of these doubts filled Shen Yi with curiosity about Yifan, and naturally, a burning fighting spirit as well.

With the exception of Koscielny, who was sidelined due to injury, the rest of the starting lineup remained unchanged from the previous match. Shortly after kickoff, the Saints, playing at home, gave Arsenal an early warning with a long-range shot—though, of course, it missed the target.

At this moment, Luo Qi was completely unaware. Driven by that same purity of heart, her demand for emotional flawlessness had grown even stricter. What she wanted was no longer merely the beautiful flutter of mutual affection and heartbeat, but a devoted exclusivity: neither of them would ever marry or commit to anyone else.

Yes, I did indeed repeatedly swear in the past that for the rest of my life I would only marry and have children with Yang Peiqi, loving her through all my days, but... at that time, I firmly believed that Wen Wanqing was no longer in this world, which was why I made such a vow.

I struggled to sit up, looked around the surroundings, and asked, "Where is Monkey Brother? Where is Monkey Brother?" Brother Li followed my gaze around, and his expression, which had just slightly relaxed, instantly turned icy again.

"Your concubine has returned merely to say one word to the Prince." Princess Zhou's eyes were slightly red, while Consort Tian and Consort Yuan stood by, gazing infatuatedly at Prince Xin.

However, whether it was a deliberate scheme or anything else no longer mattered. Some decisions, once made, could never be taken back.

"I still have some pending matters to attend to here, and I already reported to the employer before setting off." That naive young gentleman from a good family simply had to be met; otherwise, the journey would have been in vain.

Ruan Zhishui did not answer her. Instead, she fixed her gaze squarely on her, her cold, slender fingers gently tracing across her face.

"Bring in the prisoner!" Li Zicheng commanded in a low, deep voice. Two burly soldiers opened the cage, dragged Prince Fu out, pinned him from left to right before the throne, and barked, "Kneel!" Overwhelmed by a mix of terror and despair, Prince Fu lost all strength in his knees and collapsed limply to the ground.

"If Teacher Oda is treating us, that's fine too. After all, food from someone else's table always tastes especially delicious!" With that, she picked up the soda can beside her, took a fierce gulp, and nodded as if confirming something to herself.

"Don't worry, Asuna, we'll keep it within safe bounds." Hado showed no intention of stopping; he certainly hadn't forgotten the ferocious impact of that force erupting right behind his back.

In the distance, the volcanic radiance shone brilliantly, endlessly emitting light and heat to dispel the darkness, yet as Mu Yunyan looked upon it, her heart felt utterly lost and bewildered.

The truth that his father had taken human lives on his account filled him with profound agony. He did not dare to reproach his father; this guilt should be borne by him, and it was for this reason that he felt so self-reprimanding.

Junichi Sato was unaware that Asuna Saito had been overthinking to such an extent. Apart from these past six months or so, the NPC's lifestyle had actually remained largely unchanged—it was always about making music, nothing else. The only difference was that the number of people paying attention to them had grown vastly greater.

Thinking this, she shook her head. No, I simply spoke my mind. Teacher Wei was right; the Immortal Cultivation University transcends the mortal world and should never be fathomed using ordinary mortal thinking.

When he and Veronica finished a series of aftercare duties and returned to the Rose Iron Prison, the sky was already growing faintly pale at dawn.

Guided by the Spirit-Gathering Array, the majority of the spiritual energy from the third-tier mid-grade Yongquan Mountain surged overwhelmingly toward the seclusion chamber where he was meditating.

However, invoking the exceptional circumstances of extraordinary times and the aforementioned reasoning, Tang Tianbao still insisted on allowing the bald cultivator to redeem himself through meritorious service, refusing to execute him on the spot.

Naturally, a small fraction of public opinion voiced skepticism toward these superpowered individuals, questioning whether they might exert a negative impact on society, the entire nation, or even the entire planet, and some even hoped that the government would step in to interfere.

Just as he managed to clear his vision of the long sword before him, just as he snapped out of his daze upon seeing the rare heavenly treasure, and just as the thought of Liu Chengyin killing him to steal the treasure flashed through his mind, Xiahou could no longer see the tip of the sword—it had already vanished right before his eyes.

"Wealth is merely an external possession, something you cannot bring into life or take with you into death. For now, let me carry it for you instead. Amitabha." Xiahou fished a money pouch from someone's embrace and stowed it into his own pack.

The young man whispered, his green eyes flashing, and then let out a whistle, recalling those twelve green-furred zombies.

"Yuxin!" Jiang Ming finally managed to suppress the emotions churning in his heart. He let out a cold shout and forcefully tried to pull his arm away, yet Yuxin remained completely unmoving, as if she had heard nothing at all, wrapping her arms around him even tighter.

Meanwhile, taking advantage of the Qingfeng Temple Master's deep concentration in studying the Tanhua Sword Technique, Xiahou requested the copy belonging to Fei Gongfu and began reading it. After going through it, he realized he could not understand a single thing, so he quietly slipped it into his pack, leaving him dependent on the system for appraisal.

The crowd gradually dispersed. However, none of them knew that behind the dark glass window on the far left of the second floor, the curtains, which had previously been parted by a gap, were slowly drawing shut once again.

Han Xianyuan's mind was in a turmoil. He looked into the distance where Nanjing citizens, and occasionally the figures of young children, still appeared from time to time.

Liu Yiyi being ambushed marked the first time any of Guan Mingqing's disciples had been inexplicably attacked for no reason, which naturally left them displeased.

Giving up the Azure Dragon Legacy meant he would gain nothing, but he would lose nothing either. Yet if he accepted the Azure Dragon Legacy, while he might perhaps attain it, he would likewise forfeit a greater measure of freedom; he might even perish right here if he failed the trials of the Azure Dragon Legacy.