Chapter 114

"Are you jealous? You need to make my brother jealous before he'll confess—do you understand?" Shangguan Jiuer whispered.

"The Second Princess of Chiyan Kingdom has returned to their Imperial City, and her Divine Turtle is now nowhere to be found," Sea Blue said.

His sclera were bloodshot, his black pupils rising from deep within his eyes with ruthless determination, locking straight onto Feng Hang.

"Since I'm this handsome, shouldn't you show some appreciation?" Feng Sheng's cold eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhou Huaixuan paused mid-step, turned around, and followed her in a new direction toward Yanyu Hall.

He had almost forgotten: Youyou feared nothing and no one—except the invisible, intangible, ethereal ghosts and demons.

He still regretted it a little; otherwise, with his demeanor, he was sure Yangyang Godwin would have agreed to dance with him.

The flames of Flame Mountain burned fiercely, raising Yan City's temperature to an unprecedented height, but since everyone here was a cultivator, they could withstand such heat, so life in Yan City was still bearable.

Because that guy—once he moves, I don't have to think at all; the one who ends up on bottom is always me.

The gong clanged wildly here, while Zhou Xianbai had already retreated from Concubine Yue's courtyard, leaving only a few maids and old women chasing from the back wing to glimpse his back.

Prince of Jing glanced at him, his expression unreadable; he was quite good at feigning innocence—he'd pondered this title for a long time, and ultimately decided Lady Huo was most fitting.

This was Yang Chenjie's notebook—why did it contain so many details about Tang Xihan?

Xu Qichang was overjoyed, beaming as he endured the envious, jealous glares of the court officials, and rushed home to tell his Lady the good news.

Okay, this explanation was somewhat forced, but Tang Zinuo truly knew this senior sister disliked them.

"Dong! Dong-dong!" All the court officials busy with paperwork in the yamen stopped. The Dengwen Drum—someone had struck the Dengwen Drum! Only in emergencies—such as enemy armies besieging the city or the Crown Prince's death—was the Dengwen Drum ever struck.

Jiang Yiting was deeply moved; he reached out and embraced her, his heart filled with immense relief. At this moment, he could finally believe: she had truly returned, and would not leave again.

Jiang Lanying and Yu Ziyou had to report the details of this operation to the organization; they had acted independently and caused such a commotion—they would surely be punished. Now, confined at home, they waited for official notice of their sentence.

Wan Qi stood with his back to Ji Zihe, secretly observing his surroundings, found an empty glass vial, poured the antibody from its original container into the new one, pretended the syringe had been used, and tossed the items onto the table.

Lian Yi looked up at Tang Xihan and unexpectedly met his gaze—he was watching her too, his ink-black eyes strangely captivating; Lian Yi's face flushed crimson.

Around forty to fifty minutes later, Han Lei finally appeared at a restaurant named "Harry Lu." Just the name made his genes feel odd, but the interior decor at least met a three-star standard—he hadn't even known such a restaurant existed on this street; it was surprising.

At nine a. m., the Su Group held an expanded board meeting, proposed by Su Shaoshang, the Su Group's president, who had long claimed to be ill and absent.

When everything vanished, a formless, twisted light emerged—revealing the birth of a world at its dawn and its end at its demise, cycling endlessly in this wheel-like state.

Wang Yidong observed Zheng Wanyu's reaction and wondered: Was Zheng Wanyu a lesbian, secretly in love with Fang Qiu? That wouldn't be a good thing.

After Lin Feng left, Liu Ruyin exited the break room, walked calmly toward her desk as if nothing had just happened.

As someone who had wandered far from home, Han Lei also loved Li An's songs and eagerly anticipated what song Li An would sing.

"Hey, don't scare me with cops—I'm not afraid of cops! Even if cops show up today, I'm still gonna fuck you!" Wang Mingsheng sneered, stepped toward Yun Xuan, and extended his pig-like claws toward her chest.

Wild Ginseng is a precious herb; each root is worth a fortune. Though this one isn't particularly old, it's still worth over ten thousand yuan.

As he pressed deeper and advanced further, Li Zhicheng realized: the Ninth Layer Barrier must be the reward for those who pass the trial.

"One day, I'll tear your flesh apart!" Mo Kuangzhan glared at Lin Feng with icy, blade-like eyes, then turned and walked silently toward Heavenly Dao Peak.

Fang Yike grew anxious—she had just arrived here, and had her own independent office for a reason. If the hospital were acquired, would the new director reassign her?

"I have something to attend to—go back to the company first. I'll return this afternoon," Qi Yun said to Qin Xiaohan.

But Qian Renxue didn't know that Ye Yu was now carefully observing the scenes replaying in his mind.

"I'm old now. The family's future rests on you. A great war is coming—if you claim the top spot in the Martial Trial, it will double our chances and play a crucial role." He looked at the figure before him, speaking with solemn gravity.

"Xuan Ge, you're going just to see it?" Even her address had changed—less formal now.

Rebuilding the commoners' trust in the Empire matters more than dealing with those nobles who seized mountains and ruled as warlords.

The Demon Dragon watched the screen anxiously; the bombs outside meant nothing to him—he fixed his gaze on the display showing the Dark Space.

The arrow shaft was made of Carbon Fiber, the tip of Diamond—no technique in this era could block this strike.

Though she reluctantly ate the Shark Fin, for Bai Yi, it was considered a delicacy.

"Very well, go invite him to the reception hall. The master will join shortly." Dou Dou's words had successfully stirred Xiao Mantian's curiosity—he was now eager to meet the young man Dou Dou described: under twenty, stronger than Zhan Bin.