Chapter 393

The other three experts unleashed their ultimate techniques; their swords and spears became flaming meteors that pierced through space from all directions, stabbing directly into the body of the True Person of the Nine Poles.

Xia Minghui precisely exploited this, having previously implanted in Xia Yan the belief that Lu Weiyuan was her father's murderer, causing tension between her and Lu Zhengting.

Her presence was especially low-key, so few in her class noticed her; added to that, her humble origins—her father an electronic engineer, her mother a sales representative—made her even more invisible. But now, for the first time, she understood what it meant to be the center of attention.

When Ying Rou saw him actually agree, she mentally put a definitive end to her doubts.

Que Ling's anger vanished; her eyes turned cold and haughty toward Jiang Yingxue. "So the Fiery Sun Branch is on you… could it be…" She left the sentence unfinished, yet her gaze held a knowing smile.

After learning he would be granted a noble title, his mood remained excellent; this ennoblement carried more meaning than the one he received in the British Commonwealth, for here, a title meant real power—the chance to enter the nation's core of authority.

"I was wrong—I shouldn't have brought breakfast, and I shouldn't have let you lean on me to sleep. When you fell asleep on my thigh, I should have firmly carried you to the room!" Ye Fan said.

For the following month, Andy lived and ate in the basement, while Isabelle's condition fluctuated; on several critical occasions, Andy intervened in time to save her life.

But after being betrayed by the Li family's Laozu, he was betrayed again by the Hong family's patriarch—this was simply unbearable.

Fan Shuiqing knew this matter also had to be fully disclosed to Zhao Liurou; Zhao Liurou oversaw the company's development, and her cooperation was essential. If the details weren't clearly explained to her, the project couldn't proceed.

Zhao Ping'an truly wanted to explain to him the philosophy that cats eat fish—but cats can't eat sharks; it all depends on size, and species advantage isn't absolute. But he felt it was like playing the lute to a cow; after all, the mental gap between modern and ancient people was insurmountable.

The plant's genes were extremely unstable; exposed to fire, it underwent constant grotesque growth, consuming all surrounding vegetation and turning them into combustible material.

After leaving the Hua residence, Du Leng Yunfeng didn't rush back to Qingyun Xiandao; instead, he bought plenty of supplies in Hero City. With a large amount of Immortal Spirit Stones, he purchased many things.

The badge was permanently enchanted with a cleansing spell usable three times daily, an invisible servant spell usable twice daily, and a weak environmental tolerance spell usable once daily.

After declining Zhong Yiyao, Liu Xuan slipped into the Bentley as Zhong Yiyao stared in shock, then sped off into the distance.

"Princess! Princess, wait for me! Wait for your servant! Let me serve you!" She climbed the ladder skillfully, running as if demons chased her.

"All commoners, rise! Our Grand Princess's intention today is to see off and cheer for our Great Jiang soldiers—they are the ones who deserve respect. No need for formalities," announced Bai Eunuch, the inner attendant who always followed Zhao Ping'an in formal settings, his voice shrill.

As she appeared on Qingyun Xiandao and saw Du Leng Yunfeng accompanied by an extraordinarily beautiful fox spirit, her mind began to spiral with wild thoughts.

"Yes, the phone was still disconnected just now. How did you know it was me calling? And why did you call back?" I said, turning on speakerphone.

Three days ago, Lan Zi was still beside him, laughing and chattering, saying this trip would be their honeymoon. But the event came too suddenly—like a dream, unreal.

The great door burst open with a tremendous force, accompanied by a grating crack of shattering wood; a red-robed monk stepped inside. From behind him, Xie Xingfang sprinted back to her room like a rabbit struck by an arrow.

While fending off enthusiastic fellow disciples, Li Xun's brows involuntarily furrowed; to others, it seemed he worried about the threat of the Hundred Ghosts, but Li Xun knew he was merely tormented by the need to keep lying.

The middle-aged driver watched Gong Xuehua drive away, then, upon hearing the police's words, replied with obvious displeasure: "No way! I don't care who that woman is—she caused my accident and slapped me. I won't let this go. I'm suing her."

Li Xun's expression turned serious; he immediately recalled that the "Golden Strike Sub" was precisely one of the necessary materials Yin Sanren had mentioned for crafting the "Soul-Stabilizing Blue Star."

Liu Bei, upon hearing this, felt his blood boil; he shouted loudly to Xu Feng and the generals: "Have you all heard? Lord Xu and the loyal ministers of the court are counting on our army to reclaim the Central Plains and restore the Han dynasty! Let us all strive together!" The generals all responded in unison.

As An Ge entered her perception range, he sensed trouble; he had sparred with the wildcat before, when she was unharmed. Strictly speaking, as long as her movement speed exceeded ten meters per second, the threat she posed to ordinary people was no different from twenty meters per second—either way, they couldn't catch her movements.

Her hands instinctively clutched tightly around Wei Feng's hot, burning body, and almost without thought, she began stripping off the clothes he wore.

Since that day, his memory of the events that night was reduced to a single impression—like a dream preserved with perfect clarity. He could recall every detail, yet he could not be certain whether it had truly happened.

A snow-white robe stood out sharply against the deepening night, yet his aura was suppressed to an almost imperceptible limit, utterly incongruous with his attire.

They voted on whether to let Shen Junyi take a break. Liu Hong and the sisters who had never been cheated by men voted yes; the two sisters who had been betrayed by men shook their heads like rattle drums, eyebrows furrowed, unanimously voting no.

Li Zixiao also wanted to cover his nose—the stench wafting from the nearby trash bin was unbearable—but out of respect, he didn't. After all, the person beside him was from the Student Union; they might never meet again, but leaving a good impression was the bare minimum of courtesy.

Liu Chuanzhi, Jian Rong, and Cheng Xuan watched the yellow-robed man act—none of them moved to stop him.

Seeing Yang Chen's stunned expression, the cultivator assumed he was intimidated, sneered, and brought his sword blade down to Yang Chen's neck.

On the day Ye Shaoxuan left Tianjing City, Master Ya Ru also departed, and after that, they never saw each other again. Who could have imagined meeting here?