Chapter 55

Xue Ningzhi, Yu Heng, Luo Xiaorou, and the others all broke out in cold sweat, fearing that His Majesty's wrath would lead to punishment for Hanxue. Naturally, there were also those gloating over the misfortune; Luo Xiaowei, Qin Qing, Zheng Ling'er, and the others were practically on the verge of laughing out loud.

Yet the fellow before them truly felt rather annoying; otherwise, he would not be so utterly lacking in manners.

He had been like this all along, and Bai Susu was not idle either, picking up a nearby stick to assist Su Yang.

Lacking bowls and chopsticks, Lu Yao snapped four tree branches to serve as chopsticks. Once the porridge cooled slightly, the two of them shared the clay pot, taking turns feeding each other, eating with surprising relish.

After more than a month of getting along, he and Wolf Two had developed a deep bond, and he had already muttered about it several times along the journey.

Wu Ziyu's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He never expected to be reunited with his two senior martial sisters on such an occasion and under such circumstances. The words he had rehearsed thousands of times in his mind all vanished from his memory at this very moment.

If Gu Qinghuan was willing to acknowledge these relatives, he would accept it; if Gu Qinghuan wished not to, he would not interfere.

"Forget it?" Shi Hanxue said in a tone that brooked no argument. "How can we just forget it? You've already sat yourself down here and only now say forget it. I specifically saved a tael of silver to buy this. Though the item isn't grand, and there are no other cosmetic products to use, we'll just make do for now, and I'll make it up to you later." With that, she reached toward Gu Meng's face.

"President Liu, since you claim that the zombie in the conference room is not raised by you, then I shall have my husband eliminate it. You won't have any objections, will you?" the psychological therapist said with a sarcastic tone.

When the old lady caught sight of that painting, an exclamation of sheer disbelief escaped her lips, mirroring the captain's reaction upon first beholding the portrait.

The cries of battle shook the heavens, and screams rose one after another. The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, so thick it churned the stomach.

At that moment, the creaking sound of the dilapidated temple door opening broke the silence. Startled, he flashed and hid beside the doorway, gently drawing his sword as if waiting for prey to walk blindly into the trap.

Yin Yihang naturally wished to verify this immediately, but after all, it was beyond the hospital's current capabilities, and he was powerless against Liu Jiaojiao. Moreover, both his father and his stepmother adored Liu Jiaojiao—or rather, adored the child she carried—leaving him with no recourse.

Zhan Jiuxiao's gaze sharpened as his long saber slashed directly forward, forcefully meeting this terrifying palm print.

What is a director? This is not merely a person who shouts "Cut," but someone who commands the entire production crew and coordinates everything! It is no exaggeration to say they are the brain of the entire enterprise.

If there had been no possibility of success from the very beginning, he would not have harbored hope. Yet precisely because he hoped, when despair finally arrived, it was absolute, overwhelming, and utterly devastating.

These words caused everyone to look toward Su Mu, for everyone knew his temperament, as well as the fact that he had returned for Fuqu and Liefeng. Faced with such a situation, could it be that he would step forward once again?

"The hour is late, we should head home." Hearing Wang Shaofeng's words, [Niuniu] wagged her tail and circled around him.

Yet when he looked at the lyrics below, his expression grew increasingly silent, until finally, a trace of deep emotional turbulence flickered in the depths of his eyes.

He Zhizhou cast a calm glance at Hongfei, who gently nodded to indicate that the pastries had already been inspected and were completely safe.

A-Jiu nodded inwardly. Even a heavily fortified general's estate might have flaws, and the opportunity to escape often required merely the right timing; at the very least, she now had a chance to seek out that moment.

Inwardly, however, A-Jiu felt immensely pleased and muttered sarcastically to herself, That serves you right for taking liberties, for making me share a horse with you, and for refusing to bring any attendants.

Bathed in sunlight, Jiang Jinglan rested her chin in her hand, furrowing her brow in thought: Throughout the entire winter, eating nothing but Chinese cabbage every single day—wasn't that a bit too monotonous? With her eyes cast downward, her long eyelashes curled naturally, accompanied by a graceful nose and petal-like red lips, she appeared gentle, intelligent, and ethereal.

The potency of the drug was immense. Despite Ning Jianyan's utmost restraint, as he headed toward the bathroom, he could not resist demanding her once more. Terrified that Qi Anluo might not be able to endure it, he finally carried her back to her bedroom before retreating to his own to take a cold shower.

And so, as she aimlessly strolled past the garden and found the scenery exquisitely beautiful, she lingered there, treating it as a pleasant diversion.

The same despair, the same helplessness! Only this time, the one trapped within that utterly hopeless darkness was no longer herself, but Tang Wanying.

When the aunt and uncle returned from outside, they went straight to their room without uttering a single superfluous word. It was unclear what he had discussed with the aunt, but she remained silent, bearing a heavy preoccupation.

"Third Lady Qing, have you already met Princess Luofei?" At this moment, a lady dressed in a peach-red jacket adorned with embroidered butterflies curiously inquired.

Born into the imperial family, familial affection is like a luxury joke, and she could only continually grow stronger, solely to avoid becoming a puppet pulled by someone else's strings.

Anyone would find a piece of human waste like Zhou Suqi a torment to deal with; even a Japanese lieutenant general was utterly helpless against him.

"Such demons have no right to linger in this world. Go swiftly to the Western world and cast him into the cycle of reincarnation, so he may never attain transcendence!" Huorong's eyes narrowed coldly as he gazed toward the Western world with a sneer.

"It has grown a little longer, but it doesn't matter; I can just trim it later," Li Lingyi said gently. At this point, Ani had clearly accepted the bloodline inheritance smoothly, which finally set his mind at ease.

I watched the young master board that carriage, and shortly thereafter, followed behind the draped carriage, escorted away by a multitude of troops, my heart fluttering with anxiety.

Regarding this matter, the Prince of Qin had ordered that the Northern Army handle it exclusively, and outsiders were strictly prohibited from interfering. As for the vetting and sentencing of the Prince of Zhao's remaining accomplices, the Prince of Qin appointed two additional men from the military headquarters to preside over the trial alongside Gong Yuan.

Guibao had been pondering a particular matter all along—namely, the identity of Ruanyue Lian, and the certainty that she knew what lay inside, otherwise she would not have repeatedly shown such intense resistance to approaching this direction. While others might not have noticed, Guibao was acutely aware of it, especially since he had found her rather strange from the very first moment he laid eyes on her.