Chapter 215: Insight

A Lang stripped Li Mei bare in front of all of us and forcibly took her.

He knew that the fish monsters in the sea mostly came out at night to hunt, so the ones he’d encounter soon would likely be more numerous than those he’d seen during the day.

Xuan Yuan Pan and the others had no idea what had happened; they had merely received a message from Xuan Yuan Kong instructing them to wait here.

He never expected his luck to be this good—just stepping out casually and stumbling upon a gift from heaven.

Fighter jets began diving, using this opportunity to eliminate each firing point on the city wall.

Xie Yinghuai looked at the comment; he’d originally planned to have it deleted, but after seeing it, he changed his mind—though the photo could’ve been taken even better.

Inside, he cursed: Wu Xiang Emperor, you damn bastard, why haven’t you moved yet? Are you scared?

Zeng Cuilan woke from a chill, and only when she opened her eyes did she realize she was standing on a silent, empty street.

Under such glory, they could ensure their names were passed down through eternity—do you not see how many, upon establishing imperial rule, enfeoffed their own kin?

“The young should seek stability. Though taking an unconventional path may be a shortcut, it is not necessarily the right one,” Fan Linkuan said, placing a stone with amusement.

Xiao Tian had no objection; though he possessed a protective aura and was cleaner than any sterile suit, if he refused to change, Pei Zhaobin wouldn’t dare let him enter the operating room.

She tried to comfort herself, to trust Jian Liu—his performance in the illusion had been witnessed by her; no matter what happened, as a companion, she should believe in him.

Now that they had finally arrived, everyone turned curiously to look, wondering what kind of people could be so impressive.

The video was short—less than ten seconds—and showed Shi Meng appearing around the Shi residence, then vanishing at the video’s end.

Liu Meili watched Ye Xingchen slowly walking toward her and felt the air growing thinner; only now did she realize the fury radiating from the man before her.

She lifted her lips, sensing the pure sweetness in the air, and felt as though even the air around her had grown warm.

“What use is staying here? Once they defeat this place, they’ll soon return to court, and then that saying will truly come true—‘the emperor is far away.’” Nian Gengyao said.

Yin Qingyi nodded and flew upward to engage in battle with the figure above—her opponent was from the Black Demon Hell.

The young man wore the same custom wedding attire from that day, adding warmth to his otherwise indifferent face; his features were exquisitely drawn like ink brushwork, his crimson eyes like a crimson moon—yet devoid of bloodlust, only a cold elegance.

“Save your words for later,” Bo Yuan interrupted her promptly. “First, accompany me in a performance—I’ll take you back.” Her expression was delicate; better to keep things ambiguous now than risk hearing her refuse and tell him to stop. He’d take it slow.

As for why she looked toward Nan Gong Ling, it was because she had already assumed a certain relationship between Nan Gong Ling and Mu Rong Zi.

On the way back, they hadn’t suffered much, but Tong Xia had barely slept at all.

She had barely fallen asleep when a nightmare crept in—her sweet dream vanished instantly, trapped in the nightmare, no matter how hard she struggled, it was useless.

In the time it took to say those few words, the group gathered in the antechamber of the imperial bedchamber, then all left the antechamber.

Wen Jun’s words nearly made Yun Qianru spit blood; she covered her mouth, coughing violently, dark lines drawn across her brow and eyes.

They all remembered the battle between Huang Rong and the Heavenly Demon Emperor—when these demons lost control, they attacked any living thing nearest to them.

“You’re surprisingly honest. Since you don’t intend for me to be grateful to you, I won’t be grateful to you either—we’re even,” Qing Lan said coldly to Du Xinru.

Jiang Director was somewhat surprised; generally speaking… An Ge’s constitution was extremely difficult to conceive with.

The moment the two left, others began entering one after another. An elder from the Tian Jian Sect of the Twelve Sword Sects brushed dust off his robes and said.

The Chai family fared better—they didn’t know Li Yunfeng and the others; though they found it somewhat surprising, they assumed these people were descendants of the Qilin Heavenly King.

But alchemy requires an alchemy furnace—where had these cultivators been saying the furnace was? Was it all rumor?

Unfortunately, Marshal Jerry Lehman rejected the Diguo Longevity Project’s modifications, refusing to use Invincible Golden Blood to extend his life; he was a devout Christian who believed human lifespan was a precious gift from God, and one must not greedily demand endless extension—so at age sixty-nine, he died of lung cancer.

“What the hell, why would I be sick?” Leng Yi looked up at the ceiling in disbelief, then chuckled. “Honey, how about we test whether I’m sick?” With that, he tackled Mu Ningyou onto the bed.

And if this ant’s vision became sharp, and it found itself on a hyper-speed train, it would see telephone poles blurring into a continuous line rushing past—gaining a macroscopic experience.

But these three children would become the club’s first team members, beginning their professional careers.