Chapter 163: Everything I Said Is True

Wen Yueqing walked beside Zunyou, tugging him along by his little finger. Although he wore an expression of mild disdain and looked somewhat uncomfortable, Zunyou did not refuse, allowing her to swing his hand back and forth as they walked.

The two of them arrived at Jade Tea House together. By the time they got there, the storyteller had already begun his tale.

“Would you two like a private room?” A waiter came to greet them as soon as they entered.

“No need. We’ll sit outside.”

“This fellow…” Lin Tao’s gaze sharpened. Zhu Zeyu’s strength this time was not much different from what Lin Tao had displayed at eight points of strength. Yet Zhu Zeyu had reached this level entirely through his own understanding and cultivation, without anyone to guide him.

“Who sent you here?” Zhao Yinuo shouted. To her, death was merely a matter of time, so she no longer cared whether it came sooner or later.

And the more a person was like that, the less readily they gave their heart away. But once they truly fell in love, they would remain faithful until death.

Mo Yan’s spiritual power flowed in slowly. Liu Xiaomei and Yu Haotian were so tense that they forgot to breathe. Both knew where the illness lay, yet neither dared to act. Precise manipulation of spiritual power was extraordinarily difficult; even many elders of the Bone-Forging Realm might not be able to do it well, let alone the two of them.

When they heard Gao Jianli’s words, everyone was startled. It was undoubtedly the worst possible outcome—and yet the one most likely to occur.

By the time she had fought tooth and nail and exhausted herself to gain a foothold in the entertainment industry, Gu Kejun had already become a household name.

Of course, Gu Keyu understood that in certain matters she needed to keep a suitably low profile and must not become too arrogant.

Fro stared at the mimetic human lying on the ground in disbelief. Tommy walked over and placed it back on the laboratory table.

Before, he could order every side to surround and intercept them. But now they had too many routes to choose from; even if all the surrounding troops were mobilized, they could not possibly seal them off.

When he opened the first wooden box, a silver longsword lay quietly inside. It was indeed far more exquisite than the swords hanging around it.

Demos could probably guess what Callete intended to do next from the excitement in her voice, and his tone hardened.

“Then may the two of us meet Lin Feier?” Hua Qingyi quickly seized the opportunity to ask.

“So, did our Brother Flower say anything cheesy to you?” Liu Yunqing retorted with a laugh.

Many things had happened in Wuhan, and Huang Changsheng had no idea which particular incident Liao Fan was referring to.

At one point, Aier suddenly noticed that three melodies were being repeated over and over. The technique was rather unusual—perhaps it was something only they would use—but it sounded somewhat abrupt to him.

“You’ll know when the time comes. Why are you in such a hurry? By the way, you’ve accompanied me through three military districts now. What do you think?” Liao Fan asked Bai Chongxi.

By then, noon had passed, and the clouds of sorrow hanging over Rakshasa City had gradually dispersed.

Repeating these words to herself over and over, Callete began pacing restlessly around the villa, desperately looking for things to occupy herself with.

Though Li Tianyou’s eyes were tightly closed, he was fully aware of what was happening outside. He made no response, instead devoting even more of his attention to absorbing spiritual energy.

Gu Lingge did not know why she had stopped Chu Zhaonan. She could not tell whether she simply no longer wanted to act or had grown afraid herself.

In this game of chess against Sima Yu, Nalan Xue was clearly far more merciful. The two countered each other’s moves, but unlike their previous match, they were not fighting as though their very lives were at stake. Still, Sima Yu’s constitution was terribly frail. He had played for less than half an hour before cold sweat covered his forehead and his lips turned bluish-purple.

Nalan Xue did not know much about Feng Duan, the man Feng Siji had claimed was the most qualified to inherit the position of clan patriarch.