Chapter 39: The Truth Revealed—A Wish to Protect Him

Fang Wenxuan watched Lou Zizi’s expression closely. When she saw Su Qixing sobbing softly, her eyes flickered, and her left hand trembled as it clutched the sleeve of her right hand.

At that moment, the entire interrogation room was silent.

Su Qixing stared intently at Lou Zizi, who initially met his gaze, lingering over him with longing eyes. But as she saw the pain and anguish in his eyes, Lou Zizi lowered her head and looked down at her own feet.

After a long time, Su Qixing stood up and walked toward Lou Zizi. Sheng Tianze quickly blocked him, signaling that he could not approach. Su Qixing brushed aside Lou Zizi’s hand and came to stand before her, seated in her chair, asking earnestly, “Zi—”

The Nether Emperor saw that everyone had found their opponents, leaving him idle. He decided to step into the Demon Emperor’s circle, hoping for a two-on-one. However, his plans were thwarted by someone as expected.

Therefore, Hua Yuan was absent, or rather, it was clear that Hua Yuan had fallen out with Chu Le; otherwise, after Chu Le’s defeat, Hua Yuan would not have remained silent.

No one knew whether Ning Wuyou was simply self-aware, extremely confident in his luck, or merely lazy.

“That’s settled then! Tomorrow at 1:30 in the afternoon, we’ll meet at the entrance of the training base—don’t be late!” Guardiola signaled the end of the discussion, unwilling to dwell on such matters.

Rong Yu’s temper was notorious; anyone who dared ignore his warnings and test his patience would not come away unscathed.

But Bale knocked the ball ahead, giving Maicon no chance to stick to him, bypassed the Brazilian full-back, and sent the ball to the far post.

The Guan family tapped her forehead, provoking laughter from everyone. The somber atmosphere in the Xing household finally began to lift.

As she spoke, Lu Li spread his arms, closed his eyes, and his lips curved gently, as if he longed for and awaited death.

Thus, Mu Danzhu quickly earned another two million! In truth, the talisman paper she bought, combined with cinnabar, cost only about a hundred yuan per set.

Bo Duoduo seemed not to hear him; after a long pause, she took a few deep breaths, slowly squatted down, wrapped her arms around her knees, and buried her head.

A line of sports cars drove along the ring highway—quite conspicuous, really. But after they exited the highway, passed through a golf course, and arrived at a luxury estate, they merged into the sea of high-end vehicles filling the courtyard.

Shen Xin couldn’t help but laugh, wanting to ask An Tiantian how she knew Fang Tianfeng was restless in his sleep, but ultimately said nothing.

The Grand Plaza of Saintlight City would serve as today’s official competition venue. The vast square had been divided by spatial magic into countless fields. Elders of Light stood at various locations, maintaining the stability of the magical spaces.

“The one you mentioned... the dog-girl from the beastfolk, is she here?” Patchy hovered in midair, curiosity written all over her face as she looked at Elric. Long ago, the beastfolk and humans had not enjoyed such cordial relations. It was common to see raids motivated by survival.

Zhu Jinchun was once again delighted with his wise decision, imagining how prosperous he’d be if there were lottery draws every day. He dreamed that one day he would become an emperor, like Zhu Jinchun portrayed by Adam Cheng in the television drama “The Rogue Emperor.”

Zhou Zhixiang and Huang Jiping both nodded, knowing that the information thrown out by Bao Feiyang was overwhelming and that Guo Baolin and Liang Dashan needed time to process it.

“Are you happy with your accommodations? Comfortable? If you’re not used to it, just let me know. The Lanca family still has some guest rooms,” Sorin said with a smile.

They were so nervous they didn’t even notice Bao Feiyang’s age, nor did they dare ask directly about their units.

The last moments of 1891 passed quietly. After stabilizing the situation in Mandalay, Chen Zaixing realized that the start date for the Yunnan-Burma railway was fast approaching. He had no choice but to travel overland to Kunming, escorted by a guard unit, to preside over the opening ceremony.

“Come, Brother Jun. It’s only polite to reciprocate—I toast you as well.” Long Bing raised his bowl to Tan Jun without hesitation, draining another bowl of wine.