Chapter 406: Clever Peach

Peach was never a foolish girl.

She simply had everything arranged for her since childhood, never needing to think for herself.

So when she saw Shen Siyuan's eager expression, she sensed something was off.

She blinked her eyes, then hesitantly spoke: "Grandma asked me if I truly like you…"

Huh? Is this something I'm supposed to hear?

"And what did you tell her?" Shen Siyuan was a little

Don't snatch! He suddenly turned to Xu Wan—could it really be true what Hai Chenyang said? The outsider sounds mysterious, and Zhang Biao's name is formidable too—could he be hiding because his enemies are after him? Who would such a man, who can subdue the Purple Star Emperor, have as enemies?

"Didn't you hear? I demand you save him! Let him escape, and send people to secretly protect him." His gaze was sharp, clearly leaving no room for refusal.

Bai Yu sneered coldly: "Hah, why the rush? Once the Supreme Procuratorate's verdict comes, we'll hold a press conference. Shut down all hospitals in other provinces—keep only the Beijing headquarters."

Many teams are chasing Li Qingshan, but the media's instincts are sharp—Manchester United is undoubtedly the club closest to Li Qingshan.

The implication was even clearer: they were deliberately calling it a gift of beauty from Xi Lin Mingqi to him, and for a man as dashing and romantic as he was, beauty was far more precious than treasure. This was his subtle way of asking Xi Lin Mingqi for Yong Ling.

Duan Yuntu was overjoyed, yanked hard on the sphere, and heard a creaking sound—slowly, the Huang Qilin began to shift sideways.

After two full hours, Qin Tian finally withdrew his hand. At this moment, Zu Xiu's fair face had flushed a rosy hue, her entire body's flesh and blood having been purified by spiritual energy, restored to its former health.

The demonic seal slowly rotated in the sky, then surged violently, expanding into a massive demonic seal a hundred meters wide.

But he himself knew he couldn't directly deliver a death notice to Bei Wu Xia—after all, his father the emperor was still nearby, and he dared not be too reckless.

Zheng Xiaoyue immediately grew angry—Huo Yilan didn't even know her own position, yet still dared to put on airs before her?

The two arrived at the command tower's chief instructor's office. Chen Tao made Li Mu sit down, offered him a cigarette, and even poured him a cup of tea himself.

"No need," Lin Nuannuan glanced at Zhang Pozi, seeing that though she was speaking to her, her eyes had long drifted toward Qiunong.

For now, set aside Li Mu's frantic pursuit—on the battlefield command side, Deputy Xiong received a medical support request from Fang Hecheng—a soldier had been wounded.

Her black hair was tied into a simple bun, adorned with a silver hairpin dangling hairpin, perfectly accentuated; several tassels hung with translucent white pearls, producing clear, melodious sounds when the wind blew.

"Boom!" The hellish messenger's shadow behind Hong Li shattered into countless fragments, finally dissolving into specks of spiritual energy like starlight.

He had just been on the bed, bleeding profusely—now, even without so many guards, it was difficult for him to leave.

Bao's sword was blocked, so he unleashed over ten consecutive strikes, each faster and stronger than the last; Zhao Nan Gong Ming shifted his stance to parry each one. After the barrage, Bao was panting, while Zhao Nan Gong Ming had only retreated about three steps.

Huo Yilan felt a cold blade pressed against her neck. She forced herself to stay calm—she knew Guo Qingze had gone desperate; if she moved again, he might truly end her life with one slash.

Zheng Xiaoyue wore a faint smile, casually took a glass of wine from a passing attendant, and walked toward the two.