Chapter 562: Storm the Gate!

Wil, one of the CEC’s senior leaders, was unaware that the fleet sent out had been completely annihilated; he sat in his luxury office, leisurely enjoying afternoon tea.

He loved moments like these.

This office, which he had specifically chosen, offered the perfect angle to see the grasslands and snow-capped mountains outside the window—especially each afternoon, when the setting sun bathed the peaks in golden light.

Such moments, paired with a cup of English black tea.

In truth, Yang Zian had not ignored Xu Xian’s words—he was chilled to the bone by them, his conscience wracked with guilt.

Moer spoke casually, placing the smoldering branch onto Heixing’s wound; with a sizzling sound, the blood worms ignited instantly, burning with a hissing noise.

The room buzzed with laughter and joy; although Jian Yang had just given birth, her special blood and Mulis’s influence had gradually restored her strength, and her complexion had improved considerably.

Fortunately, Long Xin, still trembling from earlier fear, dared not raise his head—he merely replied with a murmur and bowed his way out, otherwise he surely would have been punished for staring in awe at Fu Longzi’s beauty.

“If I recall correctly, Murong hasn’t married yet. Even if your eldest sister is about to become the young mistress of Murong Manor, she must first marry Murong Lingxiang—and right now, Murong Lingxiang is the master here, while you and I are merely guests.” Chu Li Xue said coolly.

“Sir, our people have already moved to the rooftop to encircle and intercept!” the head bodyguard said into his radio.

That night, he brought a hypnotist to treat her with hypnosis—but instead, she transformed into Tian Shi Qi Yu, and he collapsed into despair.

Xu Xian nodded, but frowned, his eyes filled with doubt, lost in thought.

So even though she stabbed him again, drenching him in blood, he had to come and ask face-to-face—Li Qi Yu, was it you who stabbed me? Why?

Bei Tang Feng tightened his brows, saw the tear sliding down her cheek, and instantly released his grip, staring at her with strange intensity.

The two drew closer; Nan Xiaye caught a strong scent of sandalwood on them—they had indeed come from the temple, no doubt about it.

Nan Dongye also went to visit Mu Qianci, but Nan Xiaye ignored her entirely, and even after he paid his respects to Mu Qianci and left, he still received not a single word from her.

Either he would smash his head against the wall, or get stuck in his bones—there was no way to pull it out.

Of course, at his age, not knowing anything was normal; Jiang Ke joking with him was proof of their closer bond, and he was deeply pleased.

Yang Mianmian’s attitude and sudden concern made Bai Mingmo sharply narrow his eyes in alertness.

The gamblers who had intended to harass Ye Yang now fell silent—after all, a true big shot was here.

Last time, she and Bai Mingmo hadn’t even come to this front mountain; she hadn’t expected it to be this vast.

After several days of solitary reflection, the Princess of the Southern Court seemed to have calmed considerably, no longer so confrontational.

This matter is easy to understand: Gao Si’s purchase not only directly affected the market but also impacted stock value.

“Wait in line. When you get the registration form, come upstairs to find me.” Luo Yu waved her hand and strode off upstairs on her long legs.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the restricted zone shifted; slogans like this echoed everywhere, spreading to every corner.

“I told you, I only have a few skill points left! After killing Da Cong Ya, I leveled up twice—I’ll probably graduate before you do.” Hui Hui grew even more smug, while You You’s expression grew darker by the second.

Judging from audience reaction, both actors performed quite well; Li Mo asked: “As a Battalion Commander of the Xiaoling Guard, why did you perform sorcery before the Emperor’s tomb?”