Chapter 74: The Dance of Ultimate Bliss! (Request First Subscription!)

The moment they stepped into the venue.

Almost all players froze for an instant, the surroundings overwhelming their senses.

Red candles burned high, brilliant lanterns glittered.

Onstage, silk curtains and embroidered drapes were drawn high.

Exquisite dancers and singing girls filled the venue, their movements light as startled swans, their voices melodious as warbling orioles.

The entire venue’s size was astonishingly vast.

It was hard to believe they were on a cruise ship rather than somewhere else.

“No, I just want to tell you not to try damaging my car—that would make me angry,” Ling said.

Old Wang had Lin Feng secretly replace Lin Shan’s younger brother, and obtained a British green card through political asylum, better concealing his connection to Mei Mama—or rather, his ties to the state and military.

When Xiang Yin ascended to semi-godhood, he saw clearly: that required pushing through the Divine Gate to the tenth tier, unrelated to taking pills; at most, pills merely boosted strength slightly, making the ascent a little easier.

Han Sen used his Dongxuan aura field to mask his own energy signature, crouching in the mountains and forests, watching Gu Xiang’s young master from afar, wondering what he was doing there.

“There is! But what’s it to you? It’s what this young master deserves.” Xiao Qiyue slapped his waist pouch.

It was late spring; the mountains were lush with trees and ablaze with wildflowers, clouds gathering and dispersing unpredictably in the sky. Spring brought occasional rain, so the two held hands and walked together, sometimes taking shelter in hollows beneath cliff walls, pitching tents, lighting fires, and Ning Ji hunting game to roast over the flames, filling the air with savory aromas.

As time passed, a large number of Dream Island personnel underwent lie detector tests. The results were fed back to Yan Fei, who, after reviewing them, felt a mixture of hope and concern.

When he awoke in shock, he felt drenched in sweat, his sorrow swelling to the brink of collapse. But once he realized it was a dream, he began to silently rejoice.

Don’t be misled by TV dramas into thinking all the rich are arrogant and conceited.

The stronger the divine body’s energy, the greater the survival capability; such a high energy point total meant it would be far from easy for anyone to kill Lin Zhen.

“What form does your material exchange with the outside world take?” Lang Tianya asked.

Sha Pingyan searched every corner of the manor, leaving no spot unexamined, yet he found not even a trace of Ye Zhengbai—not to mention that Gong Chuyue had vanished too; clearly, they had conspired together all along.

As each corpse core was drained dry, Li Hexian saw that the Demon Emperor Sword was changing.

They were regulars at Zui Xian Pavilion; the shopkeeper knew them best, and no matter how crowded the restaurant, he always reserved the most elegant second-floor room for them.

The man’s gaze sharpened; he no longer cared for anything else—he lifted Ruyi into his arms and left Hongxiu Manor.

“Then I’ll set it on the table for now.” He frowned at Chen Ge’s weak breath; he’d have to ask Liu Li.

No diver would ever choose to enter an enemy vessel through a torpedo tube. Likewise, Lang Tianya wouldn’t enter a monster’s lair through a Dunqi launch tube—he decided it was time to go underwater and take a look.

Yet given the gruesome state of Furong’s death, Shen Ze dared not grow careless now; he and Rong Ya entered Jianzhang Palace just as two eunuchs were carrying another corpse—this one, unmistakably, was Yun Yao.

Though Ruyi didn’t understand why Hua Yue had asked that, she wanted to say yes—meeting a husband like him was a blessing from past lives; what reason could there be to refuse?

Han Hua brought her to the music hall; Tan Luo stood within the vast palace, looking up to see grand, lifelike murals on the ceiling, the interior exquisitely decorated, musical instruments arranged along both sides of the hall.