Chapter 90

“You’re going too far!”

Tong Wenjie, seeing her best friend weep in pain yet still speak more and more smoothly as the words grew increasingly outrageous, could no longer bear it and glared at He Chen.

“Saying Fang Yifan is a useless waste like Jia Baoyu, and thinking he can marry your smart, wealthy Yingzi—what a ridiculous fantasy!” He Chen swept his eyes across Tong Wenjie, sneered, and turned his accusation directly on her, ordering Song Qian.

“Despicable!” Tong Wenjie stared in disbelief.

Jiang Yunqing suddenly burst into laughter, instantly changed her expression, and handed the food box she’d been carrying on her back to her.

He had mostly been a “freelance” crewman in the past—“freelance” in contrast to slave crewmen, with no relation to personal freedom whatsoever.

She could naturally guess that the Emperor had detained the Prince in the palace merely to intimidate him, angered by his secret inquiries into Pei Chuyan’s affairs.

Ian glanced at the surroundings; as he deliberately restrained his aura, the chill in the captain’s cabin began to slowly dissipate.

Otherwise, with the system’s concealment, even if he had been a Great Power of the Divine Demon Realm in life, let alone a higher realm, no one could have discerned Chen Duoduo’s bloodline.

In the end, Holmes was left with only one leg armor, tightly clamped between his legs, awkwardly exposed to the air.

Xia Ning knew the Great Chu Emperor trusted Song Qingyan enough to leave her behind, so she spoke these words without any caution.

Du Jun and Wang Qianqian hadn’t set out yet because Du Jun wanted to register on the last working day of the year, but Wang Qianqian hadn’t yet received her household registration book—Wang’s mother was hard to deal with.

“Shriek!” Feng Ying opened her mouth, and a clear, long cry rang out; her figure rapidly swelled, and the feathers on her body shimmered in dazzling colors.

Only Wang Sheng, Zhao Cheng, and Wang Yao and a few others knew about the map; it wasn’t until they were trapped in dire straits that Wang Sheng revealed the map and analyzed it with everyone. That’s a story for later.

When Xia Tianyu heard this, he instinctively thought: if we weren’t blood-related, weren’t siblings, then what did all these things I’ve done amount to?

What? Liu Liangming stared blankly at Marilyn; she claimed she had once been “the only one supreme”—he didn’t doubt that. After all, she had been the illustrious “Master” thirty thousand years later—but her final words left Liu Liangming utterly baffled.

The man who entered was about 1.76 meters tall, average height, average looks—the kind of person who could vanish into a crowd and never be recognized.

Fifth Master looked, then grabbed the blood-stained “chopsticks” and pinched the middle finger of this idiot, preparing to pull it outward.

At the entrance to Tian Shang Ren Jian, Lin Feng whistled, walking with a look of satisfaction, while behind him, Qin Lan’s face was flushed, and her gait was odd—as if powerless, weak.

But Lin Tian and Zhang Zhengdong didn’t pay their respects; they weren’t close relatives, just here to help Uncle Dong.

As for Jun Yucheng, he was after all his own grandson. Even if he disliked the boy’s mother intensely, the bond of blood with his grandson was unbreakable.

Yusan Entertainment, though deeply rooted, had been in decline over the past few decades, with countless projects ending in failure, causing incalculable losses.

After Polunja was successfully summoned, yet, similar to Sun Wutian’s world, due to the excessive passage of time since their deaths, most had already been reborn and could not be revived.

Correct—the man disguised as Dao Ge was Naya. But where was Dao Ge…? He was now imprisoned, confessing to something.

“Human cultivators, how shameless—get off!” An elder of the demonic race roared in fury, flicking his sleeve; the blood sea’s demonic energy surged, forming massive hands that slammed dozens of human disciples to the ground.

The four heads of the Inner Courtyard were powerful, clashing with each other as they fought alongside demonic race elders, unable to determine victory or defeat for the moment.