Chapter 439

“You!” Li Xiaoshang was about to speak, but Shi Quan stopped her. Shi Quan knew there was no need to make enemies of the whole world, and he didn’t believe the imperial family had no one secretly protecting these chosen ones—even the Black Demon Sect’s man just now had protection; it was just that no one had expected Shi Quan to be this formidable.

The Lady of the State of Zheng was no soft-hearted matriarch, and Ming Yan was merely a servant—at best, a servant who could cook; to most masters, she was no different from a dog.

Jin Yaru may seem cold and distant, but those who know her as a friend understand she would agree; when it comes to talent, she is desperate to recruit, and this attitude is most evident in bosses.

Half a month ago, the two moved from online to offline, but at that time, they weren’t yet game spouses.

Just as Lü Ziqi thought “Chun” Cao had no intention of speaking again and was about to give up, “Chun” Cao, after much struggle, finally spoke: she loved Lü Ziqi, she didn’t want him to doubt her or grow distant, so she chose to stop hiding.

I finally hailed a taxi, and he promised to take me to XX Factory, but instead dumped me in the middle of nowhere, spouted a bunch of useless nonsense, stole thirty bucks from me, then made up some excuse about family business and left me stranded in this godforsaken wasteland.

Though she wouldn’t admit it aloud, Ouyang Jing truly felt warmth leaning against Shan Shan; resting on his shoulder, she felt utterly safe. This man seemed as powerful and reliable as her master.

True enough—the Prince of Morning Star was disliked by everyone in Hell City except the Prince of Dusk Moon, and because of him, the Prince of Dusk Moon had even been thrown into the Prison of Rebirth Hall to suffer. It would be better to seize this chance and leave; the world beyond was vast and boundless.

Shi Quan mobilized his spiritual force, not only causing the spirit flame to fail, but turning defense into offense—his spiritual awareness began probing the spirit flame.

“Alright, I’m heading back. I’ll treat my good younger brother to lunch—expense it! He has no work experience; we’ll see how things go. Even if he’s capable, he might not be useful.”

“It’s been many years. What I can remember, I can never forget; what I can’t remember, I’ve long forgotten.” Liu Ming didn’t need to draft his stories.

But at that critical moment, Ashina Yugu suddenly broke free of his ropes and seized Su Dingfang’s arm.

“Continue.” Seeing Duan Chun’s action pause, Duan Chun’s voice echoed again, followed by the sound of Lin Yue’s throat being squeezed.

In just a few blows, Gao Yanshou was beaten until blood spurted from nose and mouth, his face a mess. “Mmmmm!” He struggled desperately, trying to call his men inside, but his mouth was stuffed, and he couldn’t shout loudly—besides, Cheng Huailiang was screaming wildly outside, his voice far louder than his.

This notion was confirmed when they reached the twelfth level, for this level, too, was filled with stone steles, and the hidden cultivation techniques were entirely different from those on the eleventh level—completely new, twenty brand-new techniques, and the worst of them were at least pink-quality.

His entire knee was swollen and purple, not just frostbitten but also bruised. Considering the circumstances, Zhou Ruoshui already understood how he had obtained this imperial decree.

“Brother Feng, I say you just slip him some cash—he won’t dare go blabbing about it. What do you think?” Wang Changhu said helplessly.

“Jaisalmer District!” Chris’s tone remained calm and sincere, as if responding to a familiar greeting.

The two searched the room again but found nothing new, so they returned each item they’d examined to its original place and retraced their steps.

In this battle, archers were useless, so Hu Jianjun assigned them to care for the wounded soldiers and stand guard. The Elder of the Nomadic Cavalry walked among soldiers suspected of being affected by the Tomb Clan’s Death Cloud, occasionally asking them questions.

“Where?” At this, the prince paused, his eyes settling on Feng Hua’s face, as if judging truth from falsehood.

Even if her personality is spoiled, it doesn’t matter—she’s a princess; no one dares to do anything about it.

Though these black-clad men came because of Li Cangqiong, and she was merely caught in the crossfire, Li Cangqiong’s protection of her just now had indeed sent a tremor through her heart.

He seemed pleased to see me, but I recalled how he had once betrayed me and Monkey Brother, and I felt a flicker of revulsion—though I showed none on my face, only a flat, indifferent expression, as if encountering someone unwelcome.

No one can go back. I hope everything unfolds as originally intended. My fingertip gently brushed the box, and my nimble fingers easily unclasped the lock—every item inside was painfully familiar.

“Wearing white robes, and isn’t he quite good-looking—but his personality is just begging to be punched?” The old man gave him a withering glance and spoke with profound gravity.

Though the resilience was impressive, Feng Hua, as an onlooker, found the scene absurdly comical.

“I’ve already informed General Jin—after all, my superior is General Jin.” Su Nan replied lightly, implying her affairs were beyond his jurisdiction.

Cai Qing was about to help the weak Ruotang to the washroom when Chu Qianlan strode over, scooped Ruotang up in his arms, and carried her to the washroom.