Chapter 50: Purely Seeking Suffering

Therefore, when analyzing these situations, instead of deploying troops to respond immediately, he stood right where he was and calmly delivered these words.

"No, since I have given you my word, I shall naturally fulfill it. However, my tears are not so easily obtained. If you wish to have my tears, you may, but you must return to the palace with me. Are you willing?" Helian Che smoothly stepped down the offer.

The unknown always breeds panic, which is why nowadays Song Shichang's greatest fear every day was hearing that another sect had suffered a disaster.

"Second Sister-in-law!" Lin Guyu called out with concern, reaching out to grab Madam Wen's arm and looking closely at the bloodstains on the handkerchief, her brows furrowing into a tight knot.

After a long while, their persistence finally paid off: the ministers coming in and out of the royal palace time and time again were none other than Liu Tong and Shi Tuo.

As it turned out, long before Sikong Shengzhe and Su Muyao formulated their grand plan for cooperation, Sikong Shengzhe had secretly ordered a tunnel to be dug beneath their bedchamber. However, Su Muyao never took the initiative to seek out Sikong Shengzhe, so it was always Sikong Shengzhe who went to find her.

The darkness grew deeper. His business trip abroad was originally not supposed to take this route, but the driver had mentioned that this road was shorter.

"Murong Dier, I command you to return with me immediately, right now! As for your escape, I will let bygones be bygones, as long as you obediently return to my side." Huangchao Ruofei looked at Murong Dier, speaking in an extremely exasperated tone.

Chi Hang stood to one side, watching Lin Guyu's actions and letting out a helpless sigh. No matter what he said, Lin Guyu simply would not listen.

"Lord Hua has now been reduced to the status of a slave, yet she still maintains such a fiery temper." A soft voice drifted out from the sedan chair. Then, a hand as delicate as white jade slowly lifted the curtain to reveal an exquisitely beautiful face—it was none other than Xiao Yu, who had originally come to the capital to seek refuge with Sikong Yan but had been driven away.

She would rather have it as it was in the past, with the imperial court divided into several factions fighting among themselves, than see a single family dominate the entire court as they did now.

"Here is the information regarding it; you can take your time reading it." Li子涛 pushed a few thin sheets of paper across the desk toward her.

These people indeed did not look particularly malnourished, but aside from that, they looked in every way like ordinary villagers.

Upon catching sight of the true culprit, Jian Wendao's jaw dropped in utter shock. The person dragging the corpse was actually—Xiu?!

There have simply been too many legendary centers in the history of the National Basketball Association. Even Hakeem Olajuwon, who secured back-to-back championships, worried that his historical ranking might not crack the top five.

At that moment, however, a figure appeared seemingly out of nowhere, having already slipped around behind Wu Feiyang.

Inside lay five colorful gemstones, along with his missing compass, underneath which was half of a torn cowhide map.

"We might as well keep moving inward and leave this thief's tunnel entrance alone for now. Since we've already come all this way down, surely you don't intend to leave empty-handed?"

Jian Wendao suddenly felt that the gazes around him were somewhat strange; everyone seemed unable to see him, yet whenever they were about to collide with him, they would automatically and instinctively step aside.

After escaping the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda with a supreme spiritual treasure, the challenger was besieged by multiple Nascent Soul cultivators and ultimately perished at the hands of the demon race. At the critical juncture, Zhou Sihong appeared, forcefully seizing the supreme spiritual treasure while slaying several Nascent Soul cultivators and members of the demon race, though Zhou Sihong himself was severely wounded.

"Old Aunt, wake up. Go inside and sleep on the bed," Feng Feihuting said gently as he nudged Feng Sumei.

"This subordinate has come to your rescue under the orders of His Highness the Eldest Grandson," Han Chi said respectfully, extending his palm for Qianxun to inspect.

Yuan Xiao wanted to understand, but her body ached terribly. Glancing to the side, she saw an intravenous needle taped to the back of her hand, with cool liquid flowing into her body through the transparent plastic tubing.

Out of a lingering sense of guilt, she was particularly timid and obedient whenever she faced Su Hentian and Qianmo.

Su Qingying had already used the heaven-defying grand array and the laws of the Heavenly Dao to firmly lock onto Jiekong, the master of the Exquisite Pagoda. No matter how earth-shattering his abilities might be, he could not escape this blow.

She truly loved Hei Ya; therefore, she must indeed be, as Hei Ya claimed, his beloved.

Lou Zhi held Qianxun in his arms, watching the sun slowly sink below the horizon and the very last ray of sunlight completely extinguish, yet their hands remained tightly clasped the entire time.

His words stopped right there, leaving everyone with boundless space for imagination.

He refused to cooperate with her movements, which somewhat dissatisfied her hazy consciousness. She let out a soft moan, and her two hands began to stir restlessly.

"..." The Tenth Prince listened to Hua Weilu's conspicuously cheerful tone, unable to help giving her a fierce glare before stalking off enveloped in a low-pressure aura of gloom.

Suddenly, a disturbance rippled close by, startling Bruno and causing him to hastily turn his head to look.

Meanwhile, Qing Rang cast his gaze toward Yu Zichen, who stood beside Fang Shijie. Given how well that person knew Fang Shijie, how could he not know of Fang Shijie's mastery of musical theory? And given that person's martial prowess, how could he possibly have allowed a fool to snatch his jade flute? The realization that Yu Zichen was unwilling to enter into a marriage alliance with the Duanmu Estate sent a chill running down the back of Qing Rang's neck.

The demonic entity appeared entirely oblivious. Facing that blade, which in Lin萧's eyes bore a ferocious and savage momentum, it made not the slightest movement.