32 I want to scream

Wei Xiaodong felt truly elated now; his efforts had caused the schemes of Old Chen and the others to collapse completely, which was a source of immense satisfaction.

Dongling obediently went to wash her hands. After the three of them finished, they followed Chu Hongshi and sat down at the table.

Fang Zheng currently enjoyed great fame among the common people; some hailed him as a national hero, some as a dissolute young master, and others as a quintessential scoundrel and rake—the type who wouldn't be wronged even if he were beheaded a hundred times at the execution ground.

"I didn't!" An Xiaoxiao sprang up from the sofa, then, as if shunning a virus, instantly retreated three seats away from Gu Chen.

To the "Giant Que" of the star-realm, Gu Qing was merely a passerby. Once he settled the affairs of the Xuanyang Heaven Sect, he would depart. Whatever happened next in the "Giant Que" cultivation world was no longer his concern.

Ye Yulin was instantly alarmed. "If you're talking about handing yourself over, I will absolutely not allow it!" Given the current situation, it seemed that was the only path left to take.

Thinking this through, Wei Xiaodong felt very relieved, as he had truly grown tired of eating at that spicy hot pot place recently. If his body were the same as it used to be, he would have likely suffered from internal heat long ago.

Erya's instinctive attachment brought a touch of sweetness to Ian’s heart, which had been soured all day—a sweetness known as love.

"That's good!" Let's just wait here in peace. Oh, don't use so much force; if you crush it, you won't have anything to play with next time," Yan Hong said coquettishly, as Zhao Zixian’s large hands toyed with her chest.

As Qiao Song was smiling, she caught a glimpse of Yan Tan standing at the door out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze stalled for a moment, then she deliberately fixed her eyes on her hands, treating Yan Tan as if he were an invisible person.

The Taming-Tiger Arhat was in excruciating pain. He had originally thought his arm was saved, but who would have expected him to fall victim to Chen Langya’s cruel hand once again? The Arhat forced a bitter smile; why was it always him who ended up injured? Regardless, that arm, now instantly charred, could never be regenerated.

If not for Chuxiu’s ruse regarding the miscarriage, one wonders how long it would have taken for the truth of the matter to be brought to light.

On the bamboo lotus platform, a ring—flickering between light and dark, sometimes appearing white—floated and rotated in the center. Most of the spiritual energy emitted by the bamboo lotus platform was being absorbed by this ring.

The attendants of the Lingxi Palace were already accustomed to imperial visits, but they had also heard that Concubine Dan had incurred the Dragon’s wrath. Who could have foreseen that despite the Emperor and his consort having a fierce argument during the day, the Heaven-Bestowed Emperor would arrive in the middle of the night?

Old Master Jin had fought countless battles throughout his life and had seen more terrifying scenes than most, yet at this moment, a trace of fear appeared on his face.

Although Lady Chuxiu had helped Shen Yu with an open heart and had planned for him with equal candor, Nie Peixiao always felt that the bond between them was not as simple as mere gratitude, nor was it just the old relationship between master and servant. Even if Lady Chuxiu felt nothing, what about Shen Yu?

At this moment, two Jin guards had already rushed over, and Tiansheng abandoned his previous sluggishness, his hands pushing out violently in a sudden burst.

He had long been dead—dead for five years—and his bones must have turned cold by now. The Marquis of Lixin, who died in his prime, a man of astonishing talent and brilliance, had calculated everything with intricate precision, yet he had failed to foresee one thing: he would not be the one to accompany her to the end.

Guaimen blinked his tired, weary eyes. When he made his request to Jerry, Jerry was just coming out of a daze; his complexion looked much more composed than before.

Meanwhile, within the Peach Blossom Courtyard, the seated Bodhisattva’s body radiated seven-colored light. Its eyes opened deep within the underground palace, and in the blink of an eye, it had descended upon this place.

Chunyan cast an almond-eyed glance at Su Yang. Seeing his burning gaze fixed upon her, she immediately lowered her eyes to look at the pine wood box on the table. She reached out and opened it, and an extraordinary light instantly illuminated the room.

Mother Zhou also knew that after what had just happened, Mistress Chen might not be willing to return, and even if she were begged to return, she might no longer be willing to pay the three taels of silver.

The middle-aged man nimbly took down several crates nearby and then drew a Swiss Army knife from his waist.

For the children of the nobility who could not inherit titles, they were usually assigned to be Jinyiwei centurions or something similar, standing guard at the palace gates for the Emperor. If they performed adequately for a few years, they might receive a promotion.

With so many methods at his disposal, if Su Yang were too afraid to descend the mountain because of a "Dragon-Slaying Blade," he would truly have become a coward.

Compared to being indestructible or possessing infinite strength, Su Yang longed more for a photographic memory and a sharp, clear mind.

Hongxiang, rarely having a moment of leisure, went out with Liuli and the others. The sisters chattered away for a long time, and Liuli later pulled her off to Feihong House to have a good meal.

Ning Zeshan looked at Qian Feifei, only to find that she had no reaction, as if she were completely unaware of anything.

Wei Rou'ti bit her lip; she wanted to cry. What kind of situation was this? She had never been in contact with her, she claimed.

This girl was clearly speaking about things irrelevant to the main point, yet she always managed to strike at inexplicably painful spots.

Many people had come to tonight's banquet. Well, it was the engagement banquet for the young master of the Ai family; how could the guest list be small?

Hearing his breathing become steady, Yun Duoduo opened her eyes and stared into the void, no trace of sleepiness remaining in her gaze.

"It is not yet certain whether there is danger below. The person with the strongest combat capability should go down to explore, while the others should search the vicinity to see if there are other entrances or hidden dangers!" Anna said. As a former wandering mercenary, she was most familiar with such exploration missions.

Although he felt very embarrassed, for the sake of Mo Zihan's safety, Yi Wuchen braced himself and asked.

Was everything here really "cleansed," just as he said? Even though he claimed so, everything still felt unreal.

Helian Heya finished applying acupuncture to Yulan and, after ensuring she drank the medicinal soup, walked out of the side chamber. At that moment, Murong Feiming was bringing Murong Yufei over. Both men looked somber, which made her mood sink even further.