Chapter 290

Yet despite this, the man’s expression remained grim and restrained, not uttering a single groan.

When I heard about her, I too felt pain—but what right did I have to feel it?

Yi-gege, all those memories between us, all those laughs—have you forgotten them all?

“So you can kiss Kristina in front of others but not me?” Jia Zhengjin grumbled.

Su Xiaoya clearly remembered that she and Gu Yusen had never signed any contract; the one in his hands was likely a hastily written fake—he truly went to great lengths.

Wusong couldn’t dodge in midair, so he pressed his hands on Lin Chong’s feet, used the force to flip backward, and landed before the window.

In the firelight, the silver gradually turned black; Wusong’s tiger-like eyes flared, and with a thud, he smashed the wine bowl straight into Gao Lian’s face.

Clearly, the current mission world was no longer the original history: Li Gang was dead, and in his place rose Ouyang Che, a man doomed to die.

Fu Bo, seeing Lan Lianxia standing at the prince’s gate, was startled—could it really be the princess returning??

Shen Rui sank deep into his chair; from the manager’s angle, only half his sharply defined, menacing face was visible. The entire office was suffocating, yet across from him, Shen Ming chatted and laughed as if seeing nothing.

“If you still won’t listen, I’ll slap your mouth directly.” Meng Jingchen extinguished the fire in his eyes, gave her a cold glance, and walked away without hesitation.

“It sure knows how to take advantage.” While applying medicine to the red fox, Qi Hao confirmed it was a male.

Zhongli Ke’er didn’t understand Gao Qiang’s meaning, looking at him in shock and seeking an answer—when Gao Qiang saw her gaze, he found it too painful to say the word “slut.”

The other kind is an extreme villain: inwardly vicious, utterly self-serving, daring to speak and act without restraint; though never good or virtuous, such people are consistent in heart and word.

In truth, they never think: even if this emperor believes them, what then? If Xiao Yi were to lead an army in rebellion, could this emperor possibly stop him?

The room’s light was still on; Mu Nanyi slipped in quietly and saw Su Ke already asleep.

For these past few days, Mu Nanyi had spent all his time beside Su Ke, leaving the company only occasionally.

Jiang Chengwu watched the letter anxiously and curiously, staring at it helplessly, unable to snatch it, forced to pretend indifference—it drove him mad.

His heart sank slightly—it seemed Ling Shuang had suffered injustice in the main household and had come to her seeking justice.

Lin Xingzhou arrived too suddenly; Jian Yuelan hadn’t cooked for him. Fortunately, Lin Xingzhou was from the north and highly accepting of noodles.

Between them, it had always been he who pursued—why then did he still expect her to equally respect his love?

Chen Jie, just returned to the sect, received a message via electric feather and immediately went, as he had free time.

Throughout the journey, He Zong said not a word, but his pallor worsened—he was furious over his sister being deceived and mistreated.

“Qin Que went to Lingyun Du—did you two not meet?” Shu Wanhe frowned, lowering her voice to ask.

Earlier, Aunt Fang had reminded her to wait last night to deliver hot water, but she waited until the second watch and still received no order for water.

The more she replayed it, the less sleep Xu Yiru allotted herself at night, and the more often she sat staring blankly at her computer screen.

Mu Qing learned from others, shook his head in sigh, and clapped in praise. The emperor was indeed excellent—but when he thought of his three hundred concubines, he felt envy.

Previously, Lin Shen’s brothers had often jokingly called Su Yan this behind her back.

A violent explosion erupted not far from the command vehicle; startled officers instinctively turned—and saw a large portion of the garrison troops gone, some flying wildly through the air, others… those scattered fragments must have been them.

Though he himself had no desire to fight to the death, the current situation had reached this point—he had no choice. The Church of Destiny had again dispatched a larger caravan northward; this was a show of force, a declaration.

In the Li family’s secret chamber, Li Donghai was recovering when suddenly he heard shouts outside—he couldn’t help but fly into a rage.

“Good, that’s enough. You may leave. When this is over, I’ll commend you to the Alliance!” Chen Qing waved them off, signaling them to depart.

Re-examining the undead, he noticed their incomplete soul flames were weakening.

Yet the true disappearance of the Divine Path was tied to Daoism. Note: Daoism is not the same as Daoist philosophy, nor is it the same as Immortal Dao.

But Yang Ru and Zhang Kuang shared the same doubt: Ding’s pregnancy could be explained—after all, she and Li Tiao had already been intimate—but how could Ding alone have raised a child so difficultly, yet still had the means to buy a maid named Liu Sheng over a decade ago?