31 A Friend's Home

Because they were in a rush, they traveled on horseback rather than by carriage. Fortunately, Gu Fang was an adept rider, so it posed no difficulty.

Zhang Ziliao strode out of the Yang estate with a swagger. The crescent moon hung in the sky, stretching his shadow into a long, thin line.

In truth, Vlad himself was not entirely sure what he was saying. This was the tragedy of a poor student: wanting to express something but lacking the ability to put it into words correctly.

The Immortal Venerable Nanhua sneered, "This is my magical artifact, and you dare use it to attack me? Your sword technique is a joke!" His primordial spirit lunged at Lian Haiping once more, utterly fearless.

Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Xia Dong watched Liyang approach him step by step. His expression was filled with sheer terror, and he began to cry and plead for mercy, completely devoid of his earlier arrogance.

Seeing Lu Qingyi’s anxious expression, Xu Qin’er assumed she was truly feeling unwell and dared not insist on her staying, personally escorting her out of the estate.

Emperor Tianshun waited for a long while. The court officials whispered among themselves, most shaking their heads; not a single soul stepped forward to speak.

Lian Haiping staggered back a few steps, unable to believe this was happening. The trajectory of his life had suddenly veered into an entirely different path at this moment. If he could not meet Chen Xuanqing, he would never obtain the True Canon of Ghost Arts, and everything that followed would cease to exist.

The cycle continued until only ten remained, forming the top ten of this year’s Demon Spirit Selection. Once the final ten were determined, they would compete against one another; the undefeated candidate would take first place, the one with a single loss would take second, and so on.

The stretch of sky where he had been moments ago twisted and distorted—it was clear that the ancient demon god’s strike had missed.

To be honest, he had no idea what Huayang’s next move would be. If a breakdown in the chain of command occurred because of him, Jianghua Communications would be permanently branded with the label of traitors.

Put yourself in her shoes: if it had been Wen Yue whose mind was being invaded, and the intruder had stumbled into the wrong memory node, stepping into the battlefield memories she had forcibly suppressed through physical means, it would not be impossible for them to be scared into idiocy on the spot.

Chen Heng, accompanied by Jinbao and two other absolutely trustworthy secret guards, entered the premises to search and ransack the place.

The first reason was to exchange pointers for mutual improvement, and the second was to deflate Chen Ping’s arrogance, encouraging the younger generation to remain humble.

At that time, perhaps by pure coincidence, train and plane tickets were all sold out, and Zhang Tiantian happened to carpool on a bus.

"Princess, please see if this is the item," Ruoxi said, handing the cosmetics to Changle. Changle nodded, appearing quite delighted.

Ever since the last time he had promised to take Madman to see Chen Zhixia, only for the plan to fall through, the matter had become like a thorn in Qiao Hongbo’s heart, impossible to extract.

At this moment, Ruoxi gazed at the eerily calm surface of the lake, afraid to imagine what might be hidden beneath it.

"It is about Song Ziyi." After Bi Yue said this, she stopped, simply staring at him blankly.

Before long, they arrived at their company, Meijia. In reality, it was just a rented space on one floor, looking to be no more than a hundred square meters.

"When you broke through to the King Realm, you awakened a third battle spirit. Just try summoning it and you will see," Yaoshang said with a smile.

"Young Master Shen, both Young Master Li Cheng and Young Master Shen Yi have withdrawn. Did something happen?" Lin Cang inquired.

The Rehe Mountain Resort was built over eighty-nine years, spanning three generations of Qing Dynasty emperors. Within the resort, there are seventy-two scenic spots; Kangxi named thirty-six of them with four characters each, and Qianlong named the remaining thirty-six with three characters each.

To be able to pick a fight with someone collecting road tolls—this was truly no ordinary character. In his memory, this cousin from his uncle’s side had always been a troublemaker.

Most of his classmates were from the surrounding towns and had been peers for years. He felt a sense of obligation to help, so there was no need to be secretive; he did his best to explain the various questions everyone raised.

Such enmity, while not necessarily leading to a life-or-death struggle, had reached a point of incompatibility that was nearly impossible to avoid. Yet, Tu Changxuan was acting uncharacteristically; he was undoubtedly a man of deep schemes and grand designs.

In this way, one could control the entire cave dwelling, and by extension, command the entirety of Storm Island, or even accept the role of master of the island as one wished.

It sounded as if she had saved this Mr. Wang Luo in the past. Wang Luo did not refute her words but offered a low explanation—heh, even though he was the leader of the group, he was acting in such a ridiculous manner; this man named Wang Luo was truly pathetic.

Finally, just as Weixi turned a corner, a red figure caught her eye, and both of them spoke at once.

When police usually need doctors to cooperate, they generally contact the doctors’ superiors first to smooth things over. With a superior present, the questioning is more discreet, and doctors have an obligation to protect patient privacy; they will not simply tell anyone who comes asking questions whatever they want to know.

Using light-foot skills to fly the rest of the way, Mu Fenghua finally landed before the phoenix palanquin, involuntarily tightening his grip on the white jade bone flute in his hand. During his clash with the men in black earlier, he had inadvertently chipped the flute slightly. His eyes were blood-red as he stared fixedly at the interior of the palanquin. If this was not the outcome he desired, he would spare nothing to destroy it all.

The word "Your Majesty" spilled from her lips, inexplicably causing Xia Yao to feel uneasy. Hearing her tone, which resembled a complaint, he was caught off guard and rattled in a way that was rare for him.

Trapped between Xia Shuangbai’s relentless pressure and Xia Lingyun’s disdain, Lin Xuan was caught in the middle, in a truly difficult position.

Shen Yuan’s fingers began to tremble inexplicably, and her legs quivered slightly. She lowered her gaze, not daring to meet anyone’s eyes.

"Very well," Chu Haoxuan replied in a deep voice, though his gaze remained fixed on Ye Li, a layer of anger rising within him.