Chapter 28: Tearing Off the False Skin

Ruan Nan saw Hua Susu walking toward him from a distance and curled his lips into a smug smile. He knew it; how could Hua Susu bear to stay away from him? Now that she had encountered danger, she finally realized his worth! Her beast-husbands had been in school for so long, yet they had only reached the third rank, far inferior to his fifth-rank status. When she arrived, he would certainly not forgive her so easily. At the very least, he would make her face some cold shoulders, force her to return the laboratory keys, and then make her...

"Yes, Sister. She didn't ask us to announce her, but I thought it best to inform you," Chun Jian replied.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. Xiao Yan’s skin had fully recovered, and a closer look revealed that his appearance had remarkably reverted to what it was in his thirties. A violent surge of origin energy pulsed around his body.

Gong Minghe was puzzled. Hadn't his sister been complaining incessantly just a moment ago? Why was she so dismissive now?

The guard had no mind to concern himself with such matters. Yan Long might be able to offend Huo Hong, but low-ranking gatekeepers like himself could not afford to. As long as Huo Hong favored him a little, perhaps he wouldn't have to spend his days guarding the gate here anymore.

Just then, that demonic voice resonated once more. A gaze fell upon Zhang Liang's location, and the space around him shattered instantly.

Liang Yubo had spent such a long time on this film set; the meager savings he had managed to accumulate were all he had. If he exchanged them now, he would truly be back to square one.

Zhang Liang discovered that the golden lotus in his energy sea had bloomed seven petals, and the sword mark upon it was becoming increasingly distinct.

What a joke. As the director, how could she not be present for the first scene? However, Liang Yubo had a point; they couldn't afford to waste any more time, so she simply decided not to go to the dressing room.

"Wei Gong, are you saying that the last person to leave the Imperial Tower was that man named Ye Chen?" Huang Minghuang asked.

The Douqi Continent trembled violently, and a low, rumbling groan rose from deep within the earth. It sent a chill through the hearts of all those who were cultivating to break through to the Dou Di realm. What on earth was happening? Was the Douqi Continent truly coming to an end?

Shi Fangzhen thought silently to himself, "With my illness, the seemingly tranquil imperial court, the harem, and even the entire empire are likely to become as chaotic as a room filled with dancing dust motes when sunlight pours into a vacant hall. Very well, I shall retire to the Yanshan Villa for a period of recuperation and observe this swirling dust, waiting for a sudden downpour to wash it all away."

At this moment, she could not turn back; otherwise, she would surely have discovered a massive twin-tailed fox behind her, watching the Zi Mei before her with cold, indifferent eyes.

Du Yuan looked at the scene before him, watching himself within the vision, watching the memories of his past life. At that very moment, the scene before him suddenly shifted once again.

Every family has its own secret troubles. The pavilion fell silent, and the buzzing of bees could be heard from the flower bushes—toiling for whom, and busy for whom?

He took out two items: a bottle of ninhydrin spray dissolved in absolute ethanol and a piece of modeling clay.

In truth, Liu Dingtian was also unwilling to accept the situation. It was clear that Lan Mumei favored her clan in her dealings; after all, he was merely a rogue cultivator, and his contribution to the Lanteng Palace could not compare to theirs.

Ye Zihan longed to find a master blacksmith. Her storage bracelet was filled with high-grade crafting materials, and she was fretting over where to find a blacksmith to help forge them into weapons or armor.

This was also one of the key factors in Qi Hao's success. Naturally, Qi Hao's assessment of her current situation was also extremely accurate.

On the television, a short-haired reporter stood at the base of the inpatient building, reporting the latest details on the explosion.

"Read it," Shi Chongwei cast a sidelong glance at Zhang Jin, who was standing respectfully by his side. He adjusted his posture on the couch, sinking into the soft furs; it was both warm and comfortable. A hand as delicate as jade reached out, and with fingertips holding a raisin, he opened his mouth. The sweet flavor dispersed in his mouth, seeping deep into his heart.