Chapter 210

"Xiao Yong, take your sister back." The middle-aged aunt, seeing the two children standing there dazed, spoke up to remind them.

Xiao Yong was the little boy's name—Zhou Zhiyong—he replied and pulled Tang Tang toward the beach.

But Tang Tang, like a little frog, squatted in place and refused to move.

Seeing this, the middle-aged aunt reached out and picked her up; she didn't resist, still grinning.

May I ask, why is Brother Mu Yun so important to you? The earlier unbelievable guess returned to her mind, choking her, as if a stone had sunk into her chest.

But he has knelt this long—neither his father, the Emperor, nor his mother, the Empress, has acknowledged him; they buried his fiancée without his consent and destroyed every clue.

This is only the second day of the apocalypse; by rights, humanity hasn't fully collapsed yet, but before utter despair, people will do anything to survive.

As the two argued louder, more onlookers gathered. Some came to watch the show, but upon recognizing the disputants, they stepped back a few paces.

Fu Bo's lips bled, his eyes wide with terror, his face pale as he desperately defended against every one of Chen Mo's attacks.

Yun Konglan did not stop Yun Lang; she merely told Tan Zhenyang to guard him, while she walked to the cage the fat demonic cultivator had just opened.

"If you disagree, don't let go now—you're the one who grabbed my hand first." She looked as if she were in the wrong.

This was just like the attack method I'd used ever since I unlocked Empty Mountain Birdsong and my intuition surged.

"But go ahead and speak." Wei Xian's face still wore a relaxed expression, but his mind snapped alert. Today, under the guise of seeking advice, he truly wanted to confirm whether Yang Qinglian harbored disloyal intentions.

If Wang Zu'an comes looking for trouble again after this, he's only inviting pain upon himself.

Gu Yusheng moved swiftly to follow, staying close to Gu Yanhuo in case someone tried to ambush him from behind.

Qin Yan felt cold enveloping her, as if thrown into an ice cellar—vast, endless—then suddenly, a faint warmth curled around her, yet could never dispel her chill.

The anger she'd felt over the Weibo incident vanished, replaced by a shy, bone-deep allure.

Holding Dragon's Breath Soil, she activated the Second and Third Heavenly Emperor Dragon Sutra Circuits; her cultivation base surged rapidly.

Gu Yuheng saw this, his face turning instantly pale—he assumed the two girls had failed the exam. After all this preparation, he'd still failed.

Yin Le gripped a golden token, occasionally flashing it at those behind him, firmly forging ahead on a path.

"Don't misunderstand, don't misunderstand!" The county magistrate of Yan City was now pale as paper, babbling incoherently. No matter what, his official career was over.

"You guessed right, madam—I am Zhang Lun, the mage of the Qi Prince's mansion. The black-cloaked man you encountered was my subordinate Liu Futong; I've come to retrieve the item he entrusted to me. Thank you." We'll take it one step at a time—see what tricks you can pull.

"Xuan'er, this is regicide. If I spare him, how will I ever command respect!" Feng Wumo swept his wide sleeve aside, showing not the slightest intention to forgive the man.

Shen Yue heard faint, steady breathing, lifted her gaze, and saw that Sister Wan had fallen asleep without her noticing.

When that happens, the parents of the murdered students may band together and jointly demand answers from the school and authorities.

But coincidentally, today they ran into each other—and immediately sparked the other's curiosity, proving that Chi Hua's behavior was indeed striking.

The demonic beast, having exhausted itself by repeatedly activating its life-force ability, was now weakened enough for him to approach easily.

The beast seemed exhausted from repeatedly activating its innate ability, allowing him to approach its front with relative ease.