Chapter 47

Zhou Lixing felt bitter in his heart, but he dared not speak out. Demons and monsters were immensely powerful and elusive; if they were to disturb the Princess Consort, it would surely cost him his head.

In his memory, he still regarded him as the carefree Old Nan from the Blue Wind team, an insider of the circle. Feeling the pressure on the back of his hand, he looked back at him in mild surprise, gazing at the retired player with a faint, ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth.

This ANBU operative was none other than Hatake Sakumo. Having become a Jōnin at the age of fifteen, he had risen to become an ANBU squad captain after joining the organization for a mere two years.

Perhaps in their past lives they owed him a debt, and in this life they had come specifically to collect it, plunging headfirst into this whirlpool of emotions one by one, unable to extricate themselves.

Jiajing knew that, barring any accidents, these slaves would soon be branded with the mark of disgrace, squeezed of all their energy by the plantation slave owners until they met a tragic death.

Stepping into the Taoist temple, he found the doors and windows of the rooms broken and scattered in disarray. The ground was covered in a thick layer of rotting leaves, and a pungent, moldy stench characteristic of long-abandoned places assaulted his senses.

At this moment, a figure emerged from behind the sedan chair, with three stripes of blue paint smeared across both cheeks and the chin. It was none other than a teenage Senju Tobirama.

The martial arts masters dispersed and pressed against the walls, raising the Taihao Shields. In the darkness, energy shields composed of faint beams of light flickered indistinctly.

Moonlight filtered through the windows, casting its radiance upon the crystal bead curtain. The refracted moonlight struck the ground, transforming into scattered spots of light. The night was like water, rippling faintly.

Fu Niankan expressed her understanding. The fact that this additional sentence was offered afterward meant that it was not that the Princess Consort of Su didn't want to see them today, but rather that her temperament was simply too grand, and she refused to move her steps here.

And me? At this moment, I suddenly felt that this Chen Hao was not the pure spendthrift I had always imagined him to be. On the contrary, I felt that his lifestyle wasn't so bad—toying with life and living amidst decadence. In this way, he at least prevented himself from obsessing over any single distressing matter.

"Why didn't you give me a heads-up? I could have provided professional designated driving services." Che Yu settled the payment for the designated driver while lifting a suitcase, gesturing for Su Chunxiao to enter the luxurious mansion.

Cao Jing was momentarily stunned, thinking she had misheard. In sheer disbelief, she asked Lu Fan, "What did you just say?"

The Heavenly Emperor was even more monstrous and formidable than the Underworld Emperor. He paid no heed to the Underworld Emperor whatsoever, and was even more arrogant and tyrannical! Could it be that the eight great families were about to be re-ranked?

Grandma was getting on in years. After eating for a short while, she felt full and said she wanted to go back to her room to lie down for a bit, so she returned to her quarters by herself.

Not long ago, Qian Xinghua had used this exact tactic against Fumei. Now the roles were reversed, and Fumei shifted from passive to active, using internet public opinion to drive Qian's Cosmetics step by step toward a dead end.

"After we saved you, because you had been hit by a car and struck your head during the fall, you remained unconscious. We took you in for surgery and discovered a blood clot in your brain that would have continually impaired your memory. So we took care of that for you all at once. By the way, we also went ahead and gave you hyaluronic acid injections to bridge your nose."

"I am not a spy, and I have no idea what this Chaos Clan you speak of is. Please let me go!" Black One wailed in grievance.

Li Ziyue assumed Song岳 was seriously ill and wanted to terminate the contract simply because of a sudden bad mood. Just as she was about to open her mouth in reprimand, however, she heard the words, "Leave it to me."

Jun Yu took the lead, rushing ahead to Wu Yong's vicinity and striking out with a palm against a nearby person. That person's body fluttered backward heavily like withered leaves caught in a fierce wind, knocking down a whole crowd in the process.

Li Zhengliang indeed had not gone to sleep yet, but he was on the phone with Zhou Rui, which was why Liu Aiqing's call had failed to get through.

In the sky, the moon, which had been absent for a long time, finally revealed its face, casting a gentle moonlight over the earth—hazy and beautiful.

"You are a magnanimous person with a large heart, I was wrong!" Li Tong turned pale, walking stealthily toward Lin Chen with hesitant steps, nodding and bowing with an extremely respectful attitude. Things had reached this point; he certainly did not want to end up like that frizzy-haired fellow who had been sent flying backward earlier.

She had never seen so much white before; she even found it somewhat difficult to distinguish whether this was truly white at all.

As Yang Zhong's words fell, these suddenly appearing Yang family soldiers vanished like wraiths. Naturally, they had gone in pursuit of Jun Yu and Yun Ji.

Even Zhou Tianhao furrowed his brow, thinking to himself that the eldest daughter of the Yan family was far too arrogant. Yet, recalling that her father was the richest man in Chuzhou and that she had a martial arts family backing her up, no matter how furious he felt inside, he could only bulge his eyes and remain utterly speechless.

Chu Feng let out a light hum, his Prison-Suppressing Body manifesting. Those forces landing upon Chu Feng possessed no lethality whatsoever.

"No way." Lin He decisively refused. After the two stared at each other for a few seconds, they lost their composure and burst out laughing almost simultaneously.

Santis, who was preparing to make a move, was pinned to the ground by Yassen, his strength nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot before the scarlet behemoth.

Kunwu embraced Yu Furong, his expression grave, as he gazed toward the conspicuous sky in the direction of the main battlefield, where exceptionally violent fluctuations erupted once more.

This time, he was determined to use these virtually worthless items of Great Qin to drain away all their gemstones.

Bo Xi lowered his gaze to look at Yun Huan. Her eyes were exceptionally clean and clear, filled entirely with bewilderment.

The melody of the zither, possessing calming and soothing properties, enveloped everyone. While everyone rested separately, Xing Zeyun held Youyou in his arms. Thanks to the ointment brought by Khaki from the "Divine Doctor with Jade Hands" Huang Shang of the King Mercenary Corps, the latter's injuries were almost entirely healed.

To maintain her persona, she could not lay a hand on her fake self, but she could easily provoke Mrs. Li's anger and use her to deal with this impostor.