Chapter 841

One Hundred and Eighty-Eight, Not a Hero

As Chen Jiaxin said, Ouyang Rong only needs to insist that he sought this remedy for his own family—since Aqing will surely back up his lie, there’s no need to worry.

But if Miss Chen ever finds out that the “younger sister” Ouyang Rong mentioned is actually Aqing, she’ll never be able to uphold the solemn vow, “I shall raise your sister.”

In fact, Ouyang Rong had already thought of an excuse for this scenario—if Chen Jiaxin angrily questioned him—

As Chen Jiaxin said, Ouyang Rong only needs to insist that he sought this remedy for his own family—since Aqing will surely back up his lie, there’s no need to worry.

But if Miss Chen ever finds out that the “younger sister” Ouyang Rong mentioned is actually Aqing, she’ll never be able to uphold the solemn vow, “I shall raise your sister.”

In fact, Ouyang Rong had already thought of an excuse for this scenario—if Chen Jiaxin angrily questioned him—

Here, Bai Chudie raised an eyebrow, tugged at Chai Qingyue’s sleeve, and signaled her to look at her while speaking. This interruption left Chai Qingyue’s mood so foul she couldn’t even describe it.

After Mai Yi finished speaking, applause erupted instantly in the crowd, and some even cheered for him.

Shen Yufei shot a defiant glance at Zhang Lang, as if to say, If you won’t protect me, plenty of others will—and then smiled and nodded: “Thank you, Long Qing.” She followed Long Qing to the half-kneeling dinosaur mount, stepped onto one of its thick legs, and climbed onto its back.

With that, Yang Jian turned to look at Wuxing, who had remained silent all along; his gaze was firm, his intent clear, forcing Wuxing to sigh inwardly.

The dog-headed strategist hadn’t fled—he calmly watched Zhang Lang approach before letting out a cold snort. A layer of black mist appeared over his body; when the mist vanished, the strategist had transformed into a death god wielding a scythe.

Jin Tian agreed to conceal his identity to prevent anyone from interfering with his nighttime search for the Dark Star Lotus.

Faced with this sudden embrace, Chu Mu was momentarily at a loss—but he felt something soft within him shifting, as if frozen ice were melting.

This staircase was extremely hidden, so for Ji Weiyi, no one would ever discover whatever Bai Xinyi did to her.

These mists showed no sign of agitation even amid numerous cultivators; they merely dissipated over time, as if merging into the low hill.

Shangguan Yong felt his life was ruined—he’d barely escaped his elder sister’s grasp, only to fall into the hands of the man who would one day become his brother-in-law.

“The political situation in Snow Kingdom is extremely volatile; factions are locked in stalemate. Though it hasn’t yet descended into the chaos of succession wars like Liang Kingdom, once Snow Kingdom stirs, we’ll have our chance,” said Empress Wei with confidence.

Just as the office door was knocked on, that familiar voice came from behind, tinged with excitement.

In terms of destructive efficiency, thermobaric bombs surpass fuel-air explosives—they use solid propellants containing oxidizers; when dispersed as granules in air, their explosive force exceeds that of fuel-air explosives.

Ling Fei was immediately taken aboard a private jet by Zheng Haoxuan; she had barely sat down when the plane took off. It was her first time on such a craft—the vast interior held only her, Zheng Haoxuan, and the pilot.

From then on, she became as if under a curse: in the stillness of night, she always felt Li Yunhao had come—only to be disappointed every time.

Sister Li rushed over and embraced her, then turned to look toward Zheng Haoxuan’s spot—only to find it empty.

As Su Ruolian opened the bag, a nauseating stench surged out, making her gag and quickly shut and toss it aside.

Her face was lightly powdered, her lips rosy and tender, her eyes sparkling like starlight—she must have bathed in petal water, for even her steps carried a faint, lingering fragrance.

This relic is a treasure—even kept in total darkness, the energy within it gradually increases.

At the end of the hall stood a semi-transparent stone coffin, still adorned with an ancient and strange symbol.