Chapter 254: Severe Punishment

Zhao Ti snorted, squeezing slightly as he lifted her onto her toes: “Do you think I’d believe that?”

Azi cried out in pain: “Your Majesty, no—Father, Father, please spare me!”

“Who’s your father?” Zhao Ti frowned. “Stop spouting nonsense again, or I won’t be gentle.”

“You know my birth lock, you know the tattoo on my shoulder, you sent me to the Duan family in Dali—you know my origins. If not my father, then who?”

“I can only say that regardless of whether they boarded the ship, what happened left me deeply disappointed.” Ning Ke finished speaking, tilted her head back, and drained the cup.

Seeing his junior still silent, he seized a wooden stick and hurried toward the direction he had come from.

At this moment, Doctor Dai was no longer the child who once feared being captured by the Japanese for live experiments with narcotics.

“Sir, just name your price! The rest is up to us!” Gong Qian instantly relaxed and called out to the driver.

Finally, shift ended. Song Zhiying wolfed down dinner, then called Rong Ye—but there was no signal here; she couldn’t even dial out.

Su Mu’s face was pale as transparency; the lips, once flushed from kissing, had lost all color.

This guy, wearing clothes so neatly and formally at night—could he have OCD?

Suddenly, a muffled groan. Both stared in disbelief at their chests—a bloodied cold arrow had pierced straight through their hearts.

After a brief familiarity with the keys, Chang Huan raised her hands and played “Clouds and Robes,” the background music from the grand Immortal-Demon Realm show that launched Yunxiangyi—a promise she’d once made to Han Jinghong.

Hearing the word “soul-searching,” the boy turned ashen. Had not these cultivators radiated depths like oceans, he would have fled without hesitation.

The First Prince’s move was endorsed and encouraged by his close ministers, even the Ping Commandery Prince held it in high regard.

Yi Feishi lightly tapped his sword technique; the Jade Fei Sword appeared in his hand the next instant, ready to present to Xie Mao.

Perhaps because it had just been summoned, the Blood Demon’s power was nowhere near as formidable as the masked summoner claimed. Outmatched by several strong cultivators, it was forced into retreat, powerless except to let out furious roars.

Men are inherently utilitarian—that was something Xue Tingrang had long known. But after living through one life in the dream and another outside it, Xue Tingrang now believed nothing mattered more than having her beside him.

“I just have some things I can’t understand. I’ll return to the Upper Realm to investigate, then come right back.” Yi Feishi stammered.

Qin Fengyi had little favor in the palace, yet the palace was still the palace—it had its own rules. Moreover, with Qin Fengyi’s status, even if many disliked seeing him, even if they refused to see him, they still had to put on a show of familial warmth for outsiders.

Song Duanyou didn’t press, but that didn’t mean Yi Piaoyao lacked cunning. In fact, this shrewd man had once privately approached Song Duanyou, saying such peaceful times were ill-suited for stirring up trouble. Song Duanyou had offered only encouragement—and perhaps just that one phrase.

Xiang Qi grew even more puzzled, wondering which step he’d misstepped to anger the old patriarch. But as he studied Xiang Yu’s evasive expression, he suddenly understood everything.

The sensation pierced his heart—why? Because he truly, undeniably felt it was himself.

Facing this terrifying strike, the Founding Emperor stood unmoved, as if too disdainful to act, while Lin Xiao’s face retained its faint smile as he spoke calmly.

“Looks like a Count and a Viscount vampire. Catherine, get ready for a big fight!” Edward braced himself.