Chapter 66

The nether flames of the ghost domain are different; the only way they can be extinguished is by burning themselves out. And the manner of their self-extinction did not deviate much from his initial conjecture.

Yiyi had already finished dressing and was about to pick up that moon-patterned sumptuous robe when the Holy Monarch slowly raised his hand, stopping her movement.

Demilia glanced up toward this side without pausing. Holding her black katana level with her shoulders, relying on terrifying speed and explosive power, she thrust straight toward Xu Xi's glabella, without changing her position midway or employing any shifting footwork whatsoever.

Xiao Chenfeng had endured countless dangers to come to this endless void, and thereafter, drifting amidst perils and meticulous scheming, everything he did was for his wife.

"I don't believe it!" Not knowing what was inside the chip, yet for the sake of the chip, he did not hesitate to betray his own principles, speaking against his true feelings and condescending to such a degree—this was completely out of character for Wesley.

Lille's Nigerian goalkeeper Vincent Enyeama was extremely nervous; he knew very well that his former teammate Sidibe had a considerable degree of certainty from this distance.

Tu Sanque was right; Mo Qiang could not sense the seal at this moment, and Cui the God-stick and the others were free. Just back at the headquarters of the Asian Alliance, he had still been reluctant to kill Luo Bai, but now... there was just the tiniest hint of regret.

The massive vortices exploded the moment they came into contact, sending wave after wave of shockwaves rippling outward, even blasting the Heavenly Sovereigns in the surrounding area away with the explosive shockwaves.

Seeing Li Queshan charging fiercely toward him, De Sanctis swung his leg back, making it look as though he was about to launch a massive clearance kick forward.

"General Lin, please." Hearing this, Lu Lin stepped forward, and he was not the only one; there were also two other generals from the army. Tugging and pulling at one another, the group dragged Lin Da down from the pavilion.

"Ah, understood, Third Young Master," Aunt Zhang acknowledged, then waited for a moment before coming out with a thermos in hand.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Xia Yan was woken up by numbness in his legs. He quickly looked toward the inner side of the couch and found that the child was gone. His eyebrows twitched slightly. Seeing the quilt on his own body, he figured the child must have been taken away by the maid. Turning to look at Tong Yujin, he found her curled up in his arms, sleeping soundly.

Academy Principal Lin looked at the student he had raised with his own hands. After a few years apart, he had changed a great deal, though it was hard to tell whether this change was for better or worse.

He thought that if she dared to utter even one more word that provoked his anger, he truly would not spare her easily so readily again.

If it wasn't Shu Ziyun, then who on earth was the man accompanying Jiang Keman? Most importantly, why would Jiang Keman be on such intimate terms with another man?

Upon hearing this news, Yun Shu smiled meaningfully. She had known all along that Madam Li was a restless soul; even if she didn't go out of her way to look for trouble with her, Madam Li wouldn't be able to stay quiet on her own.

If not for the occasional flash of hostility and jealousy in her eyes when facing Su Yue, Su Yue would likely have believed, just like everyone else, that she truly was an innocent and carefree "Sister Lin."

At the same time, Shang Wu was also gazing up at the sky, observing the pure white tinged with threads of ominous black. The corners of his lips curved upward, wicked and sinister to the bone.

However, since the director had put it that way, judging by Tang Yan's expression, she certainly wouldn't let him read her script, not even secretly in private.

"Heavenly Secret Grass?" Cui Jianyun asked doubtfully. By the time he arrived, Ling Feihe was already dead, and Yao Qianyun had wept herself into a dead faint, so he had taken Yao Qianyun back to the prince's estate first.

Xu Ruyan beside her slightly raised her chin and uttered flatly, her gaze lingering idly on a street corner as if pondering something.

Upon entering the subterranean depths, Wanyu was suddenly startled, wrapping herself tightly around the youth and squeezing her eyes shut in terror. When she finally opened them, she was already outside the imperial capital, within a grove of trees just beyond its walls.

At the time, neither manager spoke a word, because they were well aware that Qilin Group was a private company and didn't need to answer to shareholders or anyone else; whatever the boss said was an order, and no one had the right to question it.

The large gateway of the stone door gaped open, resembling nothing less than a giant beast waiting to devour someone. Just as Ding Qiang finished these thoughts and intended to head to the Yang family's rendezvous point to find them, the Yang family arrived uninvited.

This fellow was pacing back and forth inside the imperial council hall like a hippie, rattling on incessantly without letting anyone else speak. Everyone was utterly shocked by his entrance and his lethal methods, leaving the entire hall momentarily struck dumb and silent as they all watched this man in red with strict vigilance.

Her father had indeed worked far too hard in his youth, frequently working rotating shifts alongside intense physical labor, yet earning hardly any money at all.

Wen Jinyu belonged to the right-wing faction. Originally, with Jiang Cheng stationed inside Taiyuan City to hold down the fort, the high-ranking members of the left-wing faction were quite content and pleased.

Cheng Jinzhi smilingly crossed her hands in a gesture of refusal, gracefully stepping aside like a successful statesman retiring after a job well done to let Princess Lingrong take a seat, while contentedly stretching lazily against the warm midday sun.

The Dong family's financial resources could easily crush Zhao Xiaoting, but when it came to musical works and rap proficiency, Dong Nana could at best be considered an amateur—how could she possibly compare to Zhao Xiaoting?

In truth, nurturing a soul did not require money, but rather spiritual energy. She was not short of money right now, but she had always been exceedingly deficient in spiritual energy.

At that moment, the haunting howls of foxes echoed out, and several indistinct fox shadows flickered in and out of view amidst the fog.

The meal left everyone thoroughly satisfied, and Xu Lingzhi had even prepared a post-meal hawthorn and red jujube digestive juice.

Yet even so, those innermost layers of light red garments remained completely intact and utterly impossible to untie.

The magistrate was privy to far more inside information regarding Guan Yun and Jie Tan, and may even have accepted bribes himself.

Later on, Yun Yerong was summoned back to the inner palace, and the siblings had not seen each other since—until this recent trip by Yun Yerong to Gama Temple to pray for blessings for King Kong.

Xu Qingqing wanted to stop her, but unexpectedly, Xu Lingzhi gave her a slight nudge with her elbow, causing her to lose her balance and crash backward onto the hard stones. The intense, dull pain brought stinging tears to her eyes, leaving her unable to stop crying.

Wang Tianmu buried his head straight into the bedding, unable to maintain his expression any longer. Yet it seemed inappropriate to laugh at a time like this, so he coughed instead, trembling all over from holding it in.

Fan Lihua was a disciple of the Goddess of Mount Lishan, well-versed in all manner of formations, and had previously helped Xue Dingshan break through numerous grand formations during his western expedition! Such as the Smokescreen Formation, the White Tiger Formation, the Golden Light Formation, and many others! If Fan Lihua were here, she might just be able to break the Heavenly Gate Formation.

"Hmph, with that wretched spear of yours, you actually dare to go toe-to-toe with my drum-beating golden-pitted hammers!" Yue Yun said with a disdainful laugh.

Li Yongle didn't speak either, tiptoeing over to the other person's desk. Just as he wanted to tease the other party, the person happened to raise their head.