Chapter 116: Empress: You Shameless Rogue, Don

Liu Qian froze; he still didn't know what Qin Feng had done behind the scenes and didn't understand Qin Feng's meaning.

With clear brows and delicate features, skin like congealed fat, especially her shoulder-length hair glinting with tiny sparks in the sunlight, she radiated a quiet, serene aura.

Chu Wen had no suspicion at all; a Qi Condensation Seventh Layer could barely react in front of him, let alone respond.

After washing his face and hands, Yuan Feng returned to the stone table, unfastened the copper coins, calmed his breath and stabilized his mind, then silently wondered: would going bring fortune or misfortune?

The cry ceased, but Tu Laowu screamed even louder, struggling to tumble out of the coffin; Lao Zhang let out a low roar, thrusting the steel pipe used for carrying the coffin into Tu Laowu's body, pinning him firmly against the coffin.

On this journey, Sun Shiming had given himself plenty of pep talks, but when they reached the Lin family's gate, he couldn't even enter through the main door.

Usually, three months after a film's theatrical run ends, box office revenue is allocated to the producer, so this income would count toward 2007.

"Well? Have you decided?" Jin Ran watched them coldly; their brazen disruption of the Jin Clan had severely violated his dignity—if he let them escape without consequence, how could he ever survive in the academy?

If he could, Li Yu could watch for a full day without growing weary, but clearly this wasn't a hotel suite—he couldn't just fling icy dog food at everyone's faces.

Everyone was deeply confused: Tang Zhiwei was only at the beginning of the Spirit Mobilization Realm—why did his aura carry such weight? In every previous battle, his opponents had all surrendered immediately; he hadn't even lifted a finger since the start. Those who knew the truth, however, finally understood.

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"Don't act foolishly, Young Master Bai. Li Hai is my disciple—and didn't you hear what Grandfather said last night? He said it was fate, it was destiny!"

The Nine-Tailed Scorpion King blew the tinder brighter and leaned forward; sure enough, he saw a headless corpse leaning against the stone wall. He shoved out a palm—there was a dull thud, then a clang—the "headless corpse" collapsed to the ground, revealed as a bronze headless dummy.

"Don't… don't come over…" Li Hai, seeing Bing Xinlian's intent, tried to shout to stop her, but his strength was already spent; even keeping his eyes open was an impossible luxury, let alone calling out.

"I don't understand… and you've seen it too—every time she changes her phone number, this happens. If it were an illness, it's like the old symptoms return every time she gets a new number." He Lanxue frowned, her lovely face filled with confusion.

As Dongfang Shenqi expressed their thanks, the artists seated below and the fans behind them knew the most thrilling part of the night was about to begin.

Those people targeted Su Qianqian precisely because she had no background—any mishap could be easily covered up.

Ye: "Honestly, this place is kind of pretty—but it'd be even better if someone would come and get me out." Though he hated to admit it, it seemed he was lost again, circling endlessly around this area. This couldn't go on—he'd be found sooner or later.

On the evening of October 5th, in the 1009th year of the Jianxiong Calendar, the heavens and earth were shrouded in gray mist; patches of snow still lingered in shaded spots. Yet at this moment, the defense checkpoint of Nak Empire—Ba'er City—was plunged into terrifying oppression.

At this time, two to three hundred villagers had gathered to watch; by afternoon, half the water in the third section had been drained, and many villagers began buying fish; by nightfall, sixty to seventy jin had been sold.

"No need, Auntie. Let's go back—we'll let them finish their performance." Liu Yihan smiled.

The air was thick with the scent of grilled meat; Ye Jin sucked in sharp breaths through his teeth, continuously blowing "whss-whss" on his burned skin.

But the impact of this incident was stark and far-reaching: rumors suddenly erupted throughout the Jingxuan Palace, spreading that Consort Mo Shiyen had been murdered by Su Weiliang.

Tang Junfeng uncapped the bottle, poured a small amount of fragrant, subtle liquid into his palm, set the bottle down, dipped his index finger into it, and first smeared it along Miu Xuer's delicate collarbone.

Tang's mother watched her son eat with such relish and heard him say such words—she couldn't help but smile with deep satisfaction.

Saying this, he threw the torch upward. The branches soaked in oil burst into flame at once, blazing fiercely.

"I didn't expect it to be you. Is he your successor?" the seven-colored light murmured softly.

When I thought buying a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes or holding an Apple phone gave me the confidence to talk back to them, I realized these things were utterly useless.

Emotions overwhelmed her—this embrace was what she longed for. How long had it been since she'd freely nestled in her mother's arms like this?

He wasn't sure himself, and he feared she'd truly agree to her friend—but back then, he hadn't yet understood what he was feeling.

Should she be glad no one cast that look at her anymore, or should she mourn that she possessed exactly what those people called shameful? But hadn't she long stopped caring?

The matter was simple: when Mother Gu Jincheng sent Gu Tao abroad to quit drugs, she couldn't just destroy her son's future.

At today's housing prices, even the most basic apartment in this bustling area near the Third Hospital cost over a million—seventy thousand was an absolute steal.

On the ship, on the wide deck, Baili Zui and Ouyang Qingming stood respectfully aside, while an elderly man in splendid robes leisurely sipped tea.

He was a man with a family, a home, and a wife—he could no longer play these youthful games. His help to Cheng Peipei could end here.

"Aren't you leaving?" he asked, puzzled; he truly feared the girl might vanish like Tai Xu had—they needed her. If the Blood Shadow came, she could at least hold them off for a while.