Chapter 257

So Zhou Bingran said nothing, merely joined the silent dance; after finishing, they stood at attention and saluted each other, then returned to their seats to continue drinking mare's milk wine.

Seraner struggled to control her emotions, turned back to cast a deep look at Lin Yan, and said in a mournful voice: "It's useless, useless—you can never defeat it." Lin Yan was still puzzled about what "it" Seraner meant—when Seraner let out a cold laugh.

Kai Yi had been secretly observing Ying Tu and, knowing Ying Tu's nature well, recognized that the furrowed brow meant Ying Tu was furious. Without hesitation, he drew his long sword and lunged at Su Nu like a gust of wind.

"My prince, you've finally decided to appear?" came a soft, sultry voice. Lin Yan instinctively turned toward the source.

Judging by their expressions, they seemed to have accepted Yi Ge'er's departure—but in truth, they merely pretended to be at peace, fearing Yi Ge'er would feel too guilty; imagine a companion you've lived with for years suddenly leaving—who could bear it?

Sometimes Tag thought the assassination of Alice might have failed because of the unfathomable Emperor Rest, who perhaps intended for the dragon clan to purge the stubborn faction within the Rest Empire. But since the Emperor Rest was dead and there was no evidence to prove his theory, Tag had to drop it.

If Ye Yu eliminated him at once, his true cultivation level would be fully exposed. If the fight dragged on too long and his spiritual energy was drained too much, he'd already be at a disadvantage when facing the Xuan Realm expert below.

Her bright eyes glistened with tears, sliding down her smooth, porcelain cheeks to the ground; she stared fixedly at the portrait, as if transported back to childhood.

Gu Hezhu of the third year, now with her friend Zuo Teng Lin, spent fewer evenings returning home with Chu Yue and others; instead, Gong Ze Youjin, who lived along part of the same route, often came to walk home with Chu Yue.

But upon hearing these words, the girls immediately grew enchanted, pressing her for details about the customs and scenery of Ximeng State—how did Ximeng differ from the Great Capital Dynasty?

The temple lay deep in the mountains, passing through a graveyard of unburied corpses; under normal circumstances, no one would come this way unless lost or deliberately seeking it.

Lin Tian looked at the Divine Sword Heavenly Sovereign; the Divine Sword Heavenly Sovereign's words made perfect sense, and Lin Tian felt his heart swell with anger, yet also shame.

"Tch," Q17 rubbed his lips, frowning at the thick, dark red fluid oozing from the narrow crack no thicker than a palm. He shook his head.

"What the hell are you asking me for? How should I know?" Ninth Master stared intently into the pitch-black well, too absorbed to waste words on him.

Leng Mochen glanced around the banquet hall's décor, slightly curling his lips—it seemed the results were good, at least he found it comfortable.

Xu Yajuan chuckled bitterly, snorted: "So I fell right into your trap. Everything you did afterward was meant to deceive me—using my own plan against me?" As she spoke, she scanned the surroundings, searching for a way out; Ye Shaoyang watched closely and prepared to counter.

Jinzhou's prosperity and thriving populace over the years stemmed entirely from the wise governance of the current emperor when he was still Prince Xuan.

At the instant Lin Qingwan was attacked, Yi Han exploded in rage—but his mind grew colder, his gaze locked on the Twin Yuan True Person; he entered a mysterious, transcendent state, and in his eyes, the once invincible Twin Yuan now revealed flaws.

For several days straight, Tong En avoided meeting Zhong Yue; whenever he called, she made excuses about being busy with work. She didn't know what she feared, but she simply lacked the courage to face him.

After a long while, the dizziness faded, but her chest still ached with a dull, oppressive pain, causing her to frown in discomfort.

Tong En felt that this autumn, the sky seemed especially, especially blue, the clouds especially, especially white, and even the autumn wind, which usually whipped up dust storms, had turned gentle and warm.

"Piggy, why call me big sister? Looking for a beating?" Chu Chu pinched my back hard, as if punishing me for interrupting her singing.

"What's going on?" Ledin, hearing the commotion, stepped out wrapped in a coat; seeing so many people crowded into the narrow hallway, he was startled.

Jiang Fanchuan turned to look at Xi Yang's palm, where the candy lay; he froze for a moment. Though still angry, it was Xi Yang's gift—he reluctantly accepted it.

Huang Shaojun took her and several colleagues to Shanghai on a business trip; she went out for a stroll at night when rain suddenly fell. She ducked into a nearby café to shelter, and happened upon Huang Shaojun drinking coffee there. They sat together, talking until the rain stopped—and that's how it began.

One could say the State Security Bureau is a unique, self-contained system existing between the police and military systems.

"What's the big deal? We can train elsewhere first." After all, following them was no problem.

The black-haired monster didn't stop my actions; I wasn't sure if it could even understand what I was doing.

The Mochu gang on shore, suddenly seeing this massive creature, erupted in chaos, drawing weapons and surrounding the boat, waiting for it to dock.