Chapter 61: Undercurrents

Ye Cheng lowered his head, massaging Lin Yaoxue’s legs, completely oblivious to the sultry fire burning in her eyes. Lin Yaoxue gazed at his handsome face—so strikingly attractive—and suddenly reached out her delicate hand to gently lift his cheek.

Ye Cheng was puzzled; his mind was occupied with pondering the nature of the agreement between the crown prince and the empress.

“Princess Consort, is something wrong?”

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Even after walking a long way, I still felt a pair of eyes fixed on my back. It wasn’t until Yutang and I reached the fountain that I finally heard the sound of a car engine starting.

Almost at the same moment, the leaf ring on Zhao Ping’er’s hand burst forth with a sharp, fierce glow, as if it were trying to resist.

Just then, a cool breeze brushed across Wei Yan’s cheeks, giving his restless heart a fleeting sense of calm.

“Knowing when to retreat—well, let’s just wait and see who claims the well in the end!” Fat Fei’s eyes brimmed with disdain.

The slap landed heavily; his face, which was once pale and fair as jade, instantly swelled and turned red.

A cold wind swept in, and Shen Yi quickly wrapped my coat around me, holding me tightly in his arms. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or something else, but I didn’t resist, allowing Shen Yi to embrace me.

The puppet beast is a transparent, gelatinous creature whose strength isn’t particularly remarkable. Even at the Golden Core stage, a puppet beast’s power is probably less than that of an ordinary cultivator at their peak, so it doesn’t seem all that impressive.

Perhaps because Dantai Mingyue neither begged for mercy nor tried to evade, it felt as if Zhou Ping was beating a corpse. Dissatisfied, Zhou Ping grabbed her long, smooth hair and shouted, “Damn it, get up!” As she spoke, she slapped her across the face.

Gu Qingbei looked at Li Haonan, uncertain and slightly suspicious. Gu Xiao Bei’s words—“fiancé”—clearly pleased Li Haonan; he rarely smiled so kindly, nodding at Gu Qingbei.

“Sanhu, wake up, wake up! If you die, I won’t linger alone in this world…” Nangong Yan cried out, her face stained with tears.

“Looks like another fierce battle awaits us.” After learning the news from He Hao, Xia Xue cocked her submachine gun and spoke resolutely.

“Excellent, Uni, you truly are my lucky star!” Zhang Yuanhang laughed heartily, giving Uni a thumbs-up.

Death itself is not what the Nano Commando fears; rather, a ruined reputation is far more terrifying. The spark that ignites a major incident is not the kind of notoriety the Nano Commando desires.

If Sun Zhuo’s leap in his sports car made people question its authenticity, then Kobe’s video was almost certainly fake—obviously staged with wires, because his air walk was so exaggerated that no one could possibly achieve such a feat.

The black-clad specter opened his eyes and mouth with a thunderous roar, revealing razor-sharp teeth to Yan Ming. The wound on his neck resembled the gaping maw of a devouring beast; dark red veins shot forth, wrapping around Yan Ming’s left palm in the blink of an eye.

The turtle shell was hard in texture, yet surprisingly light in the hand. What was even stranger, even when subjected to fire, it remained completely cool to the touch.

Shen Wei leaned forward, almost pressed entirely against the horse’s back, the wind rushing past her ears. At the third lap, she finally caught up with Zhang Kexin; their horses galloped side by side. The two women exchanged a glance, each seeing admiration in the other’s eyes.

The two guards looked at each other in confusion. An Xue snorted coldly and entered the bathroom, only to find the count’s corpse lying inside.

Instead, he turned and walked deeper into the mountains. Only by living among the wild beasts of the forest could he become ever stronger.

The panda cub was clearly still in its infancy; aside from the intelligence shining in its eyes, its mind was as muddled as any ordinary animal.