Volume 1, Chapter 46: The Truth Behind Lin Qiao's Premature Labor

There was nothing between Nangong Tiexin and the Evil Emperor; their innocence was undeniable, which could be easily seen in Nangong Tiexin's eyes. While this allowed Wentian to breathe a sigh of relief, it made Ling Jianzi feel increasingly awkward.

Clearly, she had not expected her brother to be so well-informed—he even knew about her keeping male concubines.

These were all token gifts of affection given to them by the people of Zhongshan, forcibly shoved into the gaps of the carriage while they were not paying attention.

Princess Julia returned the bow gracefully, glancing sideways at the two people on the seats. It was obvious she had no intention of entertaining them, so she would have to step in herself.

"Look, look, look..." Chen Yuhua repeated "look" several times, fiercely flinging the newspaper onto Yin Yuqi's body, her face burning with irrepressible anger.

Ding Rou's eyes widened in bewilderment, a flash of incomprehension sweeping across her pupils. But when the man raised his continuously bleeding wrist, she pressed her lips together, frowned, and ceased all struggle.

Yet, she could not selfishly bring latent danger to Qiao Ran simply out of her own yearning. As long as he could remain safe and sound, Lin Meili was willing to endure all pain and sorrow and stay far away from him.

With both her younger brother and Zhiqing showing considerable fondness for Qing Ge'er, it generated a sense of helplessness in Ziyu. She only hoped that Qing Ge'er would target those threatening actors and actresses and not provoke the people she herself cared about. Otherwise, she would never let the matter rest easily.

However, she also had to admit that she was beginning to deeply like every single facet of Qiao Ran.

Those eyes could speak, capable of captivating one's very soul. Such scenery was more enthralling than the eyes of Daji herself; once seen, no one could ever look away.

Xiang Nancheng waved his hand to signal her to step back, while simultaneously clenching his fists and taking a deep breath. By this time, they had arrived at the entrance of the laboratory where Ji Fenghua had just been engaging in his pretense of ghosts and gods, and they were about to push the door open. However, upon seeing the brand-new lock, Xiang Nancheng's expression instantly turned grave.

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Yet it was completely useless. Though he was beaten black and blue, rolling all over the ground, he could do nothing but complain bitterly and howl in agony.

The external reinforcements mentioned by Xiao Baoshi were three civilian transport ships that slowly appeared on the alert radar seven days later.

The man leading them had a rugged and robust build, resembling a bodybuilder from television. With solid muscles, he looked out the window with a gloomy expression.

In the afternoon, despite the bright sun, chilly winds still blew, and fallen autumn leaves tumbled wildly across the ground. The once prosperous and extravagant city showed not a shred of prosperity; pedestrians were scarce on every street, and roadside vendors sat under sunshades taking leisurely naps, presenting an unusual picture of lazy decadence.

"If you keep coming over like this these days, it's bound to cause trouble. What if someone were to see you? Wouldn't that ruin your reputation as the young master of the Xun family?" Jiang Yu smiled as she stood up. The room was scented with a faint floral fragrance specially sourced from outside.

Only a fool would believe that a weakling with merely three tiers of internal energy could instantly kill a first-rate master whose internal energy reached the twenty-sixth tier.

Su was unwilling to go to the Su family. Otherwise, he would not have appeared in such a pathetic state before her in the first place. Something desolate must have happened when he escaped from the Su family, or perhaps the memories left behind by the Su family were truly too painful, making him utterly unwilling to stay in that place ever again.

Bai Yi cursed viciously with a foul word, and then said in an icy tone, "Xu Minghao, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation." With that, she plopped down onto the living room sofa, incessantly cursing Xu Minghao in her heart as an emotional fraudster.

However, upon careful observation, Chen Qingling discovered that although the place looked ordinary, it was exceptionally clean. This was likely due to the servants of Yang Qi's household cleaning it, but she still loved this immaculate and spotless cleanliness.

If it were nine hundred years ago, the flood dragon demon king definitely would not have been a match for Pojieluo. But today, after losing an arm and transforming like a butterfly breaking from a cocoon, no one knew what level the flood dragon demon king's blade intent had reached; it might not necessarily lose to Pojieluo.

A moment later, a huge carriage pulled by six phoenix-headed spiritual birds and radiating five-colored shimmering light appeared in the eyes of all the cultivators.

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Yang Muyang was overjoyed and said, "Great, I've got it." With a swift leap, he sprinted towards the door, but when he reached the middle of the room, he suddenly stopped, reached out to grab a knocked-out black-clothed warrior, and threw him out of the house.

In other words, only by meeting these two conditions could one have the opportunity to break the seal and return to Shengtang.

Of course, Ancient Tree City had only ever produced one Yang Qi, who became a Grandmaster realm practitioner at the age of fifteen. If he hadn't spent so much time laying his foundation, it was entirely possible he could have reached the Grandmaster realm at fourteen. This was why Yang Qi was called the legend of Ancient Tree City and bore the moniker "Yang the Miraculous."

"No problem, leave this idiot to me," Qingming's voice drifted faintly from all directions once again.

Su Yusheng curved his smooth, polished thin lips. He was merely testing Hua Moyun. Judging by Hua Moyun's reaction, Xiyun was indeed very important to him. Thus, Xiyun had become his greatest bargaining chip, and he was firmly resolved to keep Qinghe safe.

Piles of white bones left the villagers surrounding Wang Huaishan's house trembling with fear, and curses directed at Wang Huaishan echoed endlessly.

Long Fei feigned an innocent look, spread his hands, and further explained, "I really don't know anything! If you don't believe me, come over and touch for yourself!" As soon as he finished speaking, he realized he had made a slip of the tongue and his words became increasingly disjointed.

"If you want to know why, go down to hell and ask!" The hooked-nose man wore an impatient expression, drew a ghost-fork spiritual artifact from his sleeve, pointed it at Xuanfengzi, and said grimly.

He seemed to have led her into forming a mistaken notion. He was afraid she would never be able to walk out from the shadow of her own psyche.