Chapter 587: The Libation

Nan Chengyao startled, released his grip, his deep black eyes filled with shock and desolation, numb as Qin An and Xun Yun half-pushed, half-dragged him out the door.

Thinking of this, “I” was grateful I had killed the Falling Heaven King. Like most of the Asura clan, he had always advocated conquering the Eastern Sea Abyss by force.

Ye Chen helplessly glared at Tang Lin—when had this guy become a musical genius?

Li Shi nearly smashed the teacup in her hand, but after a moment’s composure, she spoke calmly and slowly.

“Son, son, what’s wrong?” Ma Lan was now utterly panicked, tears streaming down her face.

The yin spirits and vengeful ghosts within the ghost banner let out roars, powerless to resist, vanishing instantly like snow before the sun.

Seeing the familiar scene, Gao Ming remembered: on some day last year, he had accidentally discovered his younger sister Zheng Xiaolan visiting the hospital for a pregnancy checkup.

As a simple college girl, she truly couldn’t imagine why a grown man would come to the supermarket early in the morning to buy sanitary pads.

Fatso was now completely dazed, staring wide-eyed at the tunnel entrance, utterly oblivious to his grandfather’s fate, as if he hadn’t heard a word I’d shouted at him.

She merely wanted to shift her focus elsewhere, to stop dwelling on Gong Shaoxie.

The restaurant door was open; Gu Yusheng walked to the entrance and immediately saw Qin Zhi’ai standing by the water dispenser.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty, you’ve regained consciousness!” Chen Xu was equally excited; the First Emperor’s condition suggested his memory had returned.

“Thank you, thank you!” Chen Xu handed over the jade pendant; the instant their fingers touched, he felt a sudden *pop*—a jolt of electricity flashed through his mind, making his body tremble involuntarily, while Shui Qingrou’s cheeks flushed crimson and she quickly lowered her head, refusing to look at Chen Xu.

Moreover, the river water was yellow, and vibrant flowers bloomed along its banks—though their color was unnatural, a blood-red hue, appearing stunning from afar.

Yuhengyi was also forged by Zhou Cheng himself; this Daoist robe-style treasure had no offensive power, yet its defensive capabilities and other subtle functions were unique among the Nine Sons’ treasures.

Amid the prolonged blast of horns, thousands of imperial guards moved swiftly, surrounding the emperor’s ceremonial procession, dozens of accompanying high ministers and marquises, and the chariots of ten princes.

Two months ago, Qiao Yuwei finally became pregnant with Zhou Chu’s child; given their ages, this child’s arrival was an immense joy, and the entire family—including Zhou Cheng—had been elated for days.

Jacob sighed; after all, no shield made of ordinary material could withstand such saturated magical assault without shattering—merely warping slightly, even if only temporarily, was still worthy of pride.

The boy named Ya Xiao lowered his head in gloom; his name was Gao Liu Ya Xiao, Wayne’s younger brother in this life, perpetually overlooked by Gao Liu Daoxian, for his martial talent paled beside his elder brother’s.

After leaving SPK, Xu Wennuan declined Qin Zhi’ai’s offer of a ride and instead flagged down a taxi, returning to Lu Bancheng’s apartment.

Qin Shou’s gaze gradually grew fiery; considering the enemy team’s composition, his gear favored armor-piercing sets, ideal for team fights.

A soft *snap*—his closed eyelids felt faint light; he cautiously opened one slit, and the gentle orange glow of the desk lamp illuminated the previously pitch-black room, clearing his vision.

In fact, there were indeed professional players on the other side; by checking the friend list, one could determine whether they’d been matched with Wang Zhongji.

As Duan Zui finished speaking, he sighed loudly, hurried into the room, glanced around to confirm no one had noticed, then quietly shut the door.

Everyone present knew Zou Shuang’er’s true nature; seeing her subtly and openly shunned by Su Yue, yet not flying into a rage and overturning the Prince’s mansion, they grew even more fearful of this new concubine.

But this dog was extremely useful. After eating and drinking its fill, it held no hostility toward Meng Yuwan.

Ignoring the man, she placed the milk tea cup on a nearby chair and looked toward Mo Yunli in the distance, seeing in her eyes nothing but anxious worry.

“Impossible!” replied the elder who had earlier answered Ye Xianglun. “From the celestial phenomena, this is clearly the sign of a whole note descending—and this whole note’s manifestation is far more radiant than any previous one.”

Before this face of supreme beauty, Si Mianmian could only want to scream: what a perfect vessel, yet not a single virtuous soul inside.

“Luo Sheng, I hear you declared yourself the Ming King in Rongcheng half a month ago—congratulations! I didn’t even send anyone to attend your ceremony; don’t take it to heart.” As soon as they met, Jiang Huanchu extended his felicitations to Shi Luosheng.

Fu Siheng’s lips curled slightly; he yanked her onto his lap and slid his hand beneath the hem of her business suit.

In truth, the higher Xu Xing’s popularity, the better for future box office returns—Chen Yushan’s talk about newcomers was just sour grapes.

Li Zhichen walked slowly, yet his eyes gleamed with something. When he looked up, he saw he had reached a mountain ravine, where forest flowers thrived and wind rustled through the leaves. A sudden pang struck Li Zhichen’s heart—he knew not why.

So he immediately ordered a cake, added the super-sized back-to-school gift he’d specially arranged to be brought from the capital, and rushed over to Sui Sui’s side.

The next day, Liu Cheng happened to visit the set with producer Ying; Xu Xing told him everything.

Shangguan Yun knew he could offer no help, so quickly pulled his reins back dozens of zhang away; Xiao Yang greeted him, then led Yelü Yanxi further west in flight.

Suddenly, he felt his mouth covered by a hand, then stuffed full of a large wad of tissue.

“Whether it fits or not doesn’t matter—how’s your stomach?” Fu Siheng asked, glancing at the contract beside him.

Li Yuanyuan’s head spun; seeing the prompt on her player panel, she felt her life darken further, her future vanish, and all hope of living extinguished.