Chapter 419

After a chaotic scramble, Li Luo finally broke free from the mob surrounding him.

Looking at his disheveled hair.

Zhou Jielun chuckled loudly.

“Damn.”

Shaking his head, Li Luo said helplessly, “Your staff here are just too enthusiastic—celebration’s fine, but bumping into people with balls? I’m almost embarrassed!”

This seemingly complaining yet boastful remark left Zhou Dong’s smile frozen in place.

Wu Ying’s words reminded Wu Ling’er of how she looked when she was kidnapped by Ye Zhu—he knew the Heavenly Palace was dangerous, yet he didn’t hesitate to stab the crystal ball, choosing to go with her. He… though he rarely spoke of it, he truly proved his feelings through action.

His eyes held a faint haze, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Bai Mu, that kid, has always been powerless against pretty things—he already swallowed one.

He’s taken her for Mommy, and it seems he’s forgotten everything that happened in the hall.

“Alright, I understand. When you leave, call in Wind Guard—I have something to say to him.” Ling Wushuang lowered her gaze, thought for a moment, and spoke softly to Qingying.

Yi Jing glared angrily at Qiuyue—girl, you’ve seen this too many times, what’s so funny?

Oddly enough, besides Su Mu, the other four clerks of the Experience Bureau also arrived early; only Su Mu and Master Wu Shiqi hadn’t shown up.

Dama Guyan nodded: “Time.” He said, “Time here flows twice as fast as outside, but…” He frowned, unsure how to explain.

Lan Qi was confident in her beauty; she wouldn’t sink to the absurdity of Dong Shi imitating Xi Shi, but she also refused to become a second version of Zhe Chan Shi—Xuan Ye loved Wu Ya Lan Qi, and she would simply be herself.

It’s past! My vision was empty, and my right foot instinctively stepped forward again. But I forgot—was there still space ahead to step into?

Taking a deep breath, Bao Bao wasn’t wrong—Bao Bao spoke the truth. There was a touch of awkwardness, but luckily Zhang Da and Melissa had already confirmed their relationship, so Zhang Da wasn’t too panicked after being tricked by Bao Bao.

“You’re amazing, Aunt Tong, even Aunt Chen can’t do this.” Yu Hao almost worshipped Tong En.

Zhao’s mother, worried about her son, couldn’t help but burst into tears of joy and rushed forward to support Zhao Nian—only to find him suddenly collapsing, letting out a pained moan.

Is it Le Le? Perhaps because of the alcohol, that long-buried sorrow suddenly flooded my heart once more.

The scene left me stunned: “Liu Han, you don’t need to go this far! We’re at an internet cafe—why bring a mouse and headphones too?” I couldn’t help speaking up.

Li Luo was both pained and dumbfounded—after all this, Li Min still hadn’t forgotten those things.

“What are you fussing about now? Do you think the doctor would harm you?” Because Min Xinhuan had deliberately rolled up her patient gown sleeve, Liang Baoguang saw the cuts on her arm the moment he entered—the doctors at Shibolanse Hospital prescribing her antibiotics was perfectly reasonable.

“Your mom is from Yangning?” Gao Haotian remembered she’d entered S University from Yangning No. 1 High School and had visited her grandmother’s grave in Yangning.

“No, the images show nothing abnormal, but just because we can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.” Liang Baoguang spoke bluntly—he knew Li Shuoke could get the results anytime, so lying here made no sense; he just played dumb.

Bai Lina couldn’t understand why Jiang Yuegan performed so well yet received not a single word of praise from Su Can.

“Your Highness, something’s happened.” Li Anyan hurried into Chongjiao Hall. Li Chengqian, who had been discussing state affairs with Yu Zhining and Zhang Xuan, frowned.

The exploration team’s rapid descent skipped about one-tenth of the height—the remaining path still sent chills down their spines.

But he held himself to high standards in his creative work; once he compromised, it would be hard to recover his reputation.

Chu Zihang also said his mother looked beautiful in a qipao, but Lu Mingfei thought the aunt had countless graceful forms, each uniquely beautiful.

“I don’t want to be your mom—don’t say things like that.” Her instinct told her becoming a man’s mother was no good.

“The Academy has a complete protocol for leaks of dragon secrets to ordinary people—Lu Mingfei should know.” He said, his eyes instantly shifting away.

Lu Tao called the two women to the battalion, questioned them in detail about what happened that day, leaving no detail unexamined, then asked Xu Yin and Shen Wu where to hang the banner.

Li Chengqian didn’t yet need bloodshed to secure his position—it was better to stay a little farther away and let someone else trigger the bomb.

Li Guoji was half-skeptical and sent men to investigate secretly—he discovered Xie Jin had indeed found Ning Wang’s treasure, and had found it.

Before Jiang Youwei finished speaking, a gust of wind struck from behind, knocking her to the ground. Her forehead slammed into the edge of the tea table, sharp pain flaring, blurring her vision.

He didn’t dare hope for the rank of fourth-rank Imperial Eunuch in charge of the seal, but he was confident the third-rank Deputy Director, fifth-rank Director, or fourth-rank Attendant could all be promoted perfectly.

Wan Wuying suppressed his aura, lowering his cultivation to just Golden Core early stage, and ran wildly toward the battle.

She likely didn’t take Jiang Yulin seriously, which was why she wasn’t afraid—he was certain Jiang Yulin, even if he saw it, wouldn’t dare touch his jade pendant or letter, because the consequences would be unbearable for Jiang Yulin.

So she unhesitatingly gathered all the still-living Juju flowers into her backpack, while Su Ning quietly slipped three black-rock bows and several arrows from the farm into her possession.

Su Jin didn’t know the letter’s contents—she only heard Chen Sanliang say that her sister in the palace was in mortal danger and urgently needed them to sneak in and rescue her.

The remaining bronze insect masters of the Thunder-Eating Ant tribes had no resistance—they were killed by the enraged Fire Ant tribe members.

Xie Yanlai tried to calm the man down—if he stayed this tense the whole way, someone would notice. Hearing Xie Yanlai’s gentle words, the man finally exhaled in relief.

Of course, his body bore irreversible wounds, but his willpower was unquestionable.

If these people had come at him ten or so at a time, they might not have dared fight Lin Chen—but now with two or three hundred together, their courage naturally swelled.

“Stubborn to the end? Beat him.” At the strange voice’s command, the other end of the communicator erupted in the sound of hard objects striking flesh—amidst it, muffled groans and faint sobs could be heard.

Compared to a Cultivation of the Heavenly Wind stage, a Spirit Sea stage cultivator’s superiority isn’t limited to strength alone—their speed, timing of strikes, and control over power are all vastly superior.