Chapter 88: Brother Emperor, You

「Wow～I can really dance!」

Wu Wang shuffled his shoulders, approaching Cook Captain with a dance move so absurd it was laughable.

Even in a dance floor full of wild, chaotic dancers, his abstract motions were still explosively bizarre.

Cook Captain lifted his gaze blankly for a moment.

This bastard who forced me to reveal my secret might bring me death.

Wait…

He for

As for Pan Ni, though their rare solo date turned into a group meal, it wasn’t unacceptable—not least because Luo Jing’en was Li Yimo’s sister, and Pan Ni herself got along well with Luo Jing’en.

Da Niu, like someone caught red-handed doing something wrong, fidgeted nervously, dared not look at the Master, and just kept his head down working, offering no reply.

At the cost of his own reputation, Duan Lang thwarted Ma Lan Hua’s first strategic strike against him.

The Moon Clan’s spiritual cultivators had also heard; since the Grand Sacrificer had spoken, whether the Moon Condensing Divine Sovereign would punish the rebellious Ten Elders and their subordinates no longer mattered. The souls who died fighting for the Divine Sovereign could now rest in peace.

Wait! Koudan? Shangguan Jing’s eyes sharpened, then swept over the ring on Shangguan Luan’s finger and the golden armband around her wrist.

Li Yimo didn’t press the matter; everything takes time—eventually, they’d grow more familiar.

Add to that the Endtime Law—doesn’t that mean Qiao Mu controls two divine-level arrays?

These words were less meant for himself than a way to convince themselves they’d done their duty—self-deception, nothing more.

Wang Jianye had just delivered a new excavator; Zhou Li, seeing it, got itchy hands and went out to operate it.

Yun Xuan stood beside the massive iron hook, his expression grave, eyes scanning the surroundings with a hint of excitement.

Feng Yan moved in an instant, like a phantom, appearing right before him, snatched the man’s longsword, and killed him with it.

What parent doesn’t wish their child safe and healthy? As long as they’re unharmed, that’s all that matters.

「Sui Feng, what about you?」 Aren’t you coming with them? Could Huangpu Yu have given you some other instruction?

The shop had no counter, only a reception hall filled with chairs, each pair separated by a small tea table, arranged in a circle without distinction of guest or host. In the center stood a large square table, laden with fruit trays, a teapot, and matching cups.

Qi Jing immediately took him, slashed through the spatial barrier, and brought them outside. Qi Jing didn’t know what kind of place this was—she’d named it Void herself.

The earlier thunderous crash had been the wind striking the white circle. Since she was protecting it, she naturally had to endure its unconscious attacks.

Behind him, Shu Ying radiated coldness, clearly disliking this—but the Emperor’s decision was final, and he had no power to change it.

Bai Li Guyan had stared silently from start to finish, saying nothing. She didn’t understand what Bai Li Rouxue intended—was this merely to vent her anger?

The spear pressed closer; a trickle of blood seeped slowly along the Dark Emperor’s neck. He glared at Ya Jun without yielding an inch.

Even though his palm was tiny, he persistently wiped every tear from Ji Qingmeng’s face.

He ran, but inside he felt a strange sensation—vague, indescribable, he couldn’t say what it was.

「Second brother, don’t push yourself so hard—take a break.」 Wang Tao walked over to Shi Yan, who was enthusiastically training.

「Thank you to the media, thank you to all the kind friends who testified for Hongyun Group, thank you all.」 After watching the two elders depart, Chu Hanyan turned back to the crowd and expressed her gratitude.

「For example, you’re starting to like me a little, because my smile resembles Princess Yeliao Sha in your heart—both have a certain…」 Ouyang Lian’s smile vanished abruptly, replaced by a solemn, sorrowful expression.