Volume One, Chapter 84: Forsaking the Right Path for the Wrong One—Serves You Right!

The old matriarch was a woman who cherished her life dearly. Although she found Li Ronghua’s words rather odd, she stopped at once. Her complexion instantly paled, and her gaze involuntarily shifted to Lady Li.

As these words fell, the room was immediately enveloped in silence. Even Chen Concubine, who had been keeping her eyes lowered, could not help but look up, while Lady Li’s brows furrowed as she cast a glance at Chen Concubine.

“Since I said she would come out today, she certainly will. Has the Princess prepared the carriage I asked for, and arranged for our discreet departure from Prince Eight’s residence?” Li Ronghua turned to the Princess Minghui and inquired.

Yet, no amount of explanation could change anything now. Lu Zimo had already decided that the person in the photograph was the most hideous he had ever seen—ugly to the point of being a personal milestone.

It was a cold moon in the sky, an ancient, icy chill that struck the black-clad man’s left arm, cutting three inches deep. Blood gushed from the wound, only to freeze solid.

I tried with all my might to raise my hand, but managed only to show a single middle finger before losing consciousness completely, collapsing heavily to the ground.

At that moment, Li Ronghua felt that Heaven had not granted her rebirth to mend regrets, but rather to make her suffer through another lifetime, as if she were meant to endure hardship and stray from her destined path, forever unable to avoid needing Dong Yu’s help.

Li Qing could not see the crackling current in Ling Zihuan’s hands, but he could sense the surge of true energy ahead. Still, this did not stop him from pressing the attack. With his body, forged to the eighth degree, he was naturally different from ordinary men.

Now, with someone like me suddenly appearing—offering both diagnosis and medicine for merely a single white crystal coin—how could people not flock here? Even those too thrifty to see a doctor no longer held back. They all rushed over, resulting in this frenzy.

The bearded foreigner, despite his disguise and a different mask upon arrival in China, could not change the truth of his identity; only Jin Yudi knew who he really was, thanks to the birthmark.

After standing here but a short while, Yun Rou’s forehead was already beaded with sweat, and the strands of hair hanging down were lightly curled by the heat.

He Huier, for reasons she could not explain, placed her hand on her chest. With a gentle push against her unusually full “hill,” several creamy pearls rolled out from within.

Su Xin had already composed an explanation in her heart, intending to tell the Grand Priest about what had happened in the Celestial Grotto, and why their numbers had dwindled so that she could only reach the Silver Mark.

Within the Illusory Emperor Palace, countless people gradually calmed under the Young Emperor’s command. Yet the shadow of doomsday still loomed over them, making their hearts uneasy and breeding countless negative emotions.

As for the capital, when Song Zhen was working, she stayed with him in his unit’s housing, or sometimes came together to the villa; either way, they always had a place to stay.

Xiao Ning could only return to his room clutching his pillow. He wanted to join his sixth brother, to talk as they fell asleep, yet he feared being mocked.

Still, after criticizing him so harshly earlier, she now felt too embarrassed to plead for Long Haoyue; otherwise, what would she look like?

Shrugging helplessly, Yun Rou sat at the edge of the bed, her eyes lowered. Reflected in them was the white glow of the lamp, which added a touch more chill to her presence.

The Young Emperor gazed at her features, a thousand words lodged in his heart, unsure what to say. He wanted to ask Jiang Li if she would forget him, if she would recognize him the moment he returned, if she would… forgive him.

If nothing else, just that one sword strike by Bai Yujing as he slew Yang Le—who present could say they could withstand it?

He spoke lightly, raising his hand to press the gun against the pilot’s head with a smile, while sweat was already streaming down the pilot’s brow.

That hand pressed gently downward. And high above, another great hand appeared, covering eighty percent of the battlefield’s phoenixes and qilins.

Those who had grown bored due to the lack of challengers below turned their attention here upon hearing the commotion, voicing their displeasure.

He smugly lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, and crossed his legs. By now, he had completely abandoned any thought of calling the police.

“What? Are you out of your mind? Then what difference does it make whether you win or lose?” Yue Shishi exclaimed.

“I wonder, is Mr. Xiao satisfied with the outcome of our handling?” Though it was phrased as a question, Xiao Chu could clearly sense Zhang Ji’s displeasure. Clearly, governments everywhere are wary of being threatened.

Checking the time on the phone he brought from Earth, only a year had passed, yet Shen Xian had once again reached the brink of spirit transformation. His original soul was still intact, and he hesitated—should he use his original soul or undergo transformation anew? It was a difficult choice.

“Hmph, Wang Xuan? I already fought him once before; I can’t believe he dares come again. I’ll go meet him and see what he’s really capable of!” Wei Chen snorted coldly.

“It’s a long story. Let me sort through the information I gained from soul search, and I’ll tell you when we get back,” Wang An sighed, a touch of emotion in his voice.

Youguangzi, wounded by Wei Chen’s earlier brutal attack, staggered back several steps, each one grinding deep pits into the solid rock. Blood dripped from the tiger’s mouth of the hand gripping the black shield.

He felt Li Jinglong pushing his body away, pain furrowing his brow as he endured silently.

“The Young King has done countless outrageous things over the years. So what if he smashed up the Listening Wind Club?” scoffed an onlooker unfamiliar with the inside story.

“You… you… you wretch, I should have strangled you at birth!” Imperial Consort Zhen gnashed her teeth, wishing she could tear the emperor apart herself.

To come to such an end after so much scheming—Imperial Consort Zhen’s whole body trembled with rage at the reality.

When the black mist vanished and the bloody aura faded, only the people of Qingqiu remained atop the nameless hill.

Matching couple’s outfits—it was the first time she had heard of such a thing, and Liu Dongmei could not help but like the word.

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