Chapter 719

“What are you playing at, Young Master Pei? In this place, could you possibly tear Yong apart?” Yong Ji lifted his gaze to look at him.

“How is Li Xizhou?” Pei Ye said coldly.

“Killed.”

The boy on the cliff remained silent, but the blazing fire behind him surged violently, wildly revealing his uncontainable rage.

Yong Ji smiled, shifting his tone: “But not yet.”

The flames froze. Pei Ye stared at him coldly.

After walking about ten minutes, Sifang arrived beside a cliff edge, where two stone graves had been built. Two white chrysanthemums rested before each tomb.

Finally, why didn’t he explain any of this upon emerging? Wasn’t it just because the director told him to do it, to add some suspense…

Just as the old man finished speaking, a fragrant scent rushed in, refreshing the spirit—then *bang!* The jar beside his rocking chair, seemingly sealed for ages, burst open. In an instant, the intoxicating, alluring aroma soaked through the entire room.

“Skin him alive, you bastard! How dare you hit me? You’re begging for death!” The bald man’s huge, copper-bell eyes instantly turned red as he roared in fury.

“How bold of you! You dare attack me? Don’t you want to live?”

It made room for a sky—a sky that left no distance between us. This is vast love, the communication of heart to heart, the exchange of love with love, teaching us to “yield” in times of danger.

Jiang Xie sighed, finally setting Ruoyou down, for the other was right—this posed no real danger to Ruoyou.

If it were only this, there would be no need for Locke and Dao Gelas to pay a price and establish such a covenant.

The Silver Moon Wolf Lord’s spiritual energy surged everywhere; suddenly, a massive silver wolf, towering like a mountain, stepped forth from empty air, unleashing a mighty aura that dominated all heavens.

Similarly, just as Chen Xiao sat again in Jingxin Palace, at that very moment, within the core of the Divine Transformation Star Palace—the Divine Transformation Star Hall.

Lu Qingyi, seeing her father’s firm stance, gripped her skirt tightly, then stood with all her strength and dashed straight toward the wall.

Although two men walking through this romantic scenery felt odd, Mu Qian had no excuse to leave.

And this guy even said “help me”—do I need your help? Can’t you just sit quietly as a handsome man?

Lying lazily on the sofa in his room, he set aside the crimson wineglass, as bright as blood, and smiled lightly at Sophie, bound tightly to the wall with chains.

Passing through the main hall and entering the courtyard, she froze: her father sat in the yard, gloomy; Lu Qing and Lu Ping were both injured, and others were bandaging their wounds.

The only trouble was Zhang Heng, who had been staring blankly at Ming Yanwei ever since returning to the Master God Space—even as she deliberately avoided his gaze, he showed no intention of giving up.

Before him lay a bright courtroom, with the plaque “Clear Mirror Hanging High” above, and “Silence” signs on either side, while constables Wang Chao and Ma Han stood in formation.

The crowd surrounded Kun Peng but could not capture him: first, Yu Qing hadn’t ordered him killed, so no one dared act; second, Kun Peng was too ferocious—no one could get close.

The most direct effect was that recent Hollywood blockbusters all featured Chinese faces—clearly, Hollywood studios were ramping up efforts to please Chinese audiences.

“Mother, this purple clay teapot is for your father-in-law; this white jade vase and jade bracelet are for you—take a look, do you like them?” Lu Qingyi had bought them according to her past life’s mother-in-law’s tastes, but she didn’t know if they’d please her in this life.

Jin Qiao hadn’t expected that Chen Wangrong didn’t need his translation—he spoke American English fluently himself.

Their time together had always been about serious matters; now that Ye Weilan thought of it, she felt she’d been unbecoming.

Mephistopheles always prided himself on elegance, so unlike other lords’ terrifying palace exteriors, his palace opened onto a vast, picturesque garden—first-time visitors might even mistake it for heaven rather than hell.

This sword had accompanied him through countless battles; it was this very blade that killed Philerns. Over the years, its blade had soaked in his power—it could be said the sword had become part of his body.

This lineup had appeared many times in previous matches—solid and steady, but also lacking excitement.

The death of the True Wei Sword Immortal has been confirmed, yet the whereabouts of “that thing” remain unknown.

Her farewell with Ji Xinghe was also ordinary: they shared a meal in the QMG cafeteria and spoke of the matter. Ji Xinghe told her to take care of herself, then parted as usual.

Outside the arena, Wang Yi brought Xu Hu to a desolate spot—a cluster of abandoned buildings.

No wonder—the Dr. Yu had spent his life studying viruses; any problem he could think of, he could foresee.

Gu Zeyu came to his senses and frantically beat at the mad concubine; the harder he hit, the stronger she grew. Wei Yun knew martial arts, yet couldn’t break free. She lifted her leg to kick, but it was pinned down; her hands struggled to push back, tearing the mad concubine’s skin—but the woman showed no sign of loosening her grip.

Princess Huyang heard and hurried over with attendants: “You girl, I told you not to go—why did you insist? How heartbroken must you feel, watching Xiao Shu marry someone else?”

Liang Yuchen stepped out of the courtyard and sensed someone trailing behind. He walked straight into the garden, then turned around.

“My lady.” Though Lin Shi hated Hu Shi, she still observed the proper etiquette due to her elder.