Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Story of My Parents Concludes

Perhaps there truly exists a unique resonance between blood relations, for on the second day after the infant Ling Qiqi was born, the Demon Lord Shu Ling vanished without a trace.

Rumors abounded that Shu Ling had been assassinated by Chixiao, spawning a wave of supporters eager to see Chixiao ascend the throne of the Demon Lord. News of Shu Ling’s disappearance spread like wildfire, dragging along renewed accusations that the Demon Lord’s wife was a cultivator. The entire Demon Sect was roiling with undercurrents, hearts filled with anxiety, and even some reckless souls took to causing trouble near the Sanctuary.

With Chixiao eyeing the throne like a hungry tiger ahead, and a mob intent on slandering Yunxia behind, it was clear that Yunxia, as the wife of the missing Demon Lord, could no longer remain in this place; who knew what disaster might befall her next?

She intended merely to clear her mind, to wash away the memories that had suddenly surfaced.

This tournament was both a great danger and an unprecedented opportunity for Addison... an opportunity he must seize.

Gripping Yin Xiyue’s chin tightly, Xiao Yu’s eyes burned crimson; clearly, he had misunderstood the seductive scene before him.

“Heh heh, whoever made their move, your goal wasn’t achieved.” After adding this feature, Mu Xun let out a mischievous laugh.

Wasn’t it agreed that borrowing money was fine, but criminal acts were forbidden? How could one stab someone with a knife?

Shao Cun sat quietly at the edge of the bed, lips pressed together, silent on the outside, though his heart was already in turmoil.

Yin Muqing insisted, and Yuan Ge, knowing Yin Muqing’s character, realized that keeping her forcibly at the residence would only make her anxious—how could she possibly recover?

Mo Junyao glanced at the man beside her, demure yet dazzlingly beautiful. Her mood improved, and with a beckoning finger, the man in red laughed softly and knelt at her feet.

No, he never once protested his innocence. He was simply too arrogant, believing himself a master of calculation, thinking everything was within his grasp.

It was heavy because these bases had resisted, but failed to hold out; painful and regretful because he had invested his heart in their planning, yet players hadn’t fully experienced them before they were wiped out.

Wooo—! The wind began to howl, Shinna Tian’s white hair lifted high by the gusts, and a sense of impending doom swept over Nobunaga and the others.

Yet, apart from the families who survived that war, few knew this secret.

She hoped to transform from a partner into someone who made a fortune, so that Tinoco would never be able to leave her. But it was destined to be a fantasy; she was nothing more than a pawn against Falcon.

“Amazing!” Shichen steadied himself, exclaiming in admiration. Pulling up his sleeve, he saw a patch of unhealthy crimson spread across the skin of his arms.

So easy? But if the speaker was Granny Qingqiu, Lin Yi hardly doubted she was exaggerating.

After being thrown out, Silly Root became a beggar—a beggar who couldn’t even ask for money, unable to utter a word like, “Spare some change, I haven’t eaten in days; have mercy, I was cheated by a heartless boss, give me some travel money to go home!” Instead, he just squatted foolishly by the roadside, his hair tangled and wild.

“Damn it, open the door! I got you breakfast!” I shouted from outside the door, my heart aching, miserable.

“Cannot kill? Must kill? The Zhao family? So what?” I declared proudly. This time I charged straight ahead; my figure seemed to blur in the air.

At the command of the sly one, the tall, thin Qin He and the burly Qin Ping brothers immediately supported Tang Yun, whose body had gone limp, each grabbing an arm and escorting her outside.

But what if Ye Cang was murdered? If Terumi died before his eyes? If Yu Yuli suddenly succumbed to illness?

Her technique of sealing acupoints with silver needles was merely a method she had devised herself in idle moments, a move for confronting enemies.

If this issue isn’t resolved, Ye Chunguang will likely be demoted, sent off to guard an island for the rest of his life.

Perhaps it is the breaking of abstinence that always sparks such fierce flames. A kiss meant to comfort soon became lingering and passionate.