Chapter Thirty-Two: He Was Cloaked in a Radiant Purple Aura

Just as I was about to ask him what the problem was, an urgent, panicked cry rang out from outside the tent.

We rushed out to see what had happened.

Xu Keqin stood there, terror written all over her face, her whole body trembling as she pointed a shaking finger at Chang Yu. “Why is there a snake in your tent?”

Chang Yu remained as aloof and unapproachable as ever. “Don’t come near me unless it’s necessary!” he snapped.

With that, he bent down to lift—

But he had the privilege of rebellion. Even now, Arthur still had countless fans all over the world. This was a world obsessed with appearances; with a handsome face and fame, even the most unruly and eccentric behavior seemed trivial in the eyes of his followers.

This left Tang Kexin rather puzzled. Was Han Yichen really so confident? He didn’t even lock the door—wasn’t he afraid people might just escape?

Zhuo Jun anxiously gestured to her phone. “He’s started the video—there’s a kidnapper right by his side.” As a Great Wall expatriate, Zhuo Chen was used to traveling the globe for work, and naturally had access to the Northern Star’s special privileges.

One had to admit, this was somewhat reminiscent of Tang Wansheng’s virtual world. Yet, while his world was powered by an immense energy source, this place must require considerable resources as well.

The Palace Dormitory Bureau was divided into four departments. The examination for the Department of Residential Design required candidates to produce both a painting and a design plan for arranging a sleeping chamber.

After bidding farewell to Lady Lu Zhou, Lu Chengxuan returned to the Red Plum Courtyard with Qinglian. The new prescription had been decocted; after taking the medicine, Lu Chengxuan’s dizziness eased, and her complexion was no longer so pale.

“I’ll have to trouble you to look after things for me for a while,” she murmured wearily, closing her eyes. The wound on her back was truly serious—exhaustion washed over her, and by the time she finished speaking to Ning Su, her breathing had already grown steady.

The others were happy for the respite. Some even lowered their eyes, stifling laughter with subtle, knowing looks.

He Bai nodded to himself in secret. It seemed the time had come to send someone to Luoyang to make arrangements—especially while the Ten Constant Attendants still held power, and it was possible to secure a governorship in Qingzhou. Ideally, it would be in Beihai or Donglai, where the population was largest.

The exquisitely crafted glazed lamp burned with a gentle flame. It was said the oil inside had been specially ordered by the Emperor, extracted from animal fat. When lit, it could burn for years without going out, without the usual smoky smell of candles, and its appearance was quite beautiful.

A shadow in black leapt up as the ball was about to slip into the net, twisting in midair to perform a bicycle kick and desperately clear it away! He collided with Stekelenburg in the process.

Caught off guard, there was no time for deliberation—everyone hastily summoned their defensive artifacts.

To be worrying about what one had fed someone at a moment like this—didn’t you realize that food had almost become a murder weapon?

Too cruel! Nie Feng couldn’t help but cry out inwardly. How could such unspeakable monsters—neither human nor ghost, ravenous for eyes, ears, mouth, and nose—appear in this black-eyed ancestral home?

Meanwhile, the Air Coach Company had become a laughingstock. The company’s directors and parent company were deeply dissatisfied with its recent decisions. Still, if such a method could be used to capture the Republic’s civil aviation market, it might not be such a bad strategy after all.

Lu Mingyuan railed furiously, yet the supervisors he targeted only furrowed their brows, looking aggrieved and wronged.

With all eyes on him, he proceeded to melt down the purple-gold metal. Light flashed from his right hand, and a pitch-black object appeared.

He was well-practiced in pursuing women, having honed his skills countless times in university—even if most ended in failure.

“So in the end, I’m always the villain,” he muttered. Perhaps the only one unhappy was the little marten girl holding Lu’s hand a short distance away.

After Udinese’s Champions League qualifier, Arsenal had one last match in August against Manchester United. Without a doubt, this would be Arsenal’s most important game of the new season—not to mention, from a visual standpoint, it was a contest with a certain unique significance.