Chapter Fifty-Two: The Black Rose - An Extra Tale of Gu Qianxi I

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Seventeen-year-old Gu Qianxi turned on the light and returned to his empty, cramped little room:

A bed, a desk, a chair—this was all the room contained.

It was hard to imagine that within the Gu estate, the nation’s foremost underworld family, there could exist such a dilapidated and simple chamber.

The current head of the Gu family, Gu Ting, was Gu Qianxi’s father, though Gu Qianxi was merely one of his many children—more precisely, one of many illegitimate offspring.

She knew that Ye Zhusheng wouldn’t call for help unless there was absolutely no other choice.

The soldier sneered fiercely, about to curse, when a familiar face suddenly appeared before his eyes, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

The immortal ancestor’s severed palm swept through silently; no dazzling light flashed. The clan quietly turned to ashes, erased from the world.

Yi Feishi had long been puzzled by Kailai’s account. Why did the monarch say Liu Dijun died in battle, while Liu Enxu claimed he was executed? Why did Liu Xuen descend into this world, but Liu Yi was not assimilated?

Ning Feng carefully pinched the ashes between his fingers but found they wouldn’t crumble. Raising his head to gaze at the sky, he suddenly heard shrill screams nearby.

This man seemed to have forgotten that they were a blended family, with no blood relation between the siblings.

Yet under such circumstances, Hong Ling told herself that the lower realm might hold some benefits and opportunities for her.

This made the bugs’ communication network highly advanced; as long as they had a network terminal, these insects could access the internet anytime, anywhere.

“I’ve heard of him before, so it’s easy. Li Xiaoyao’s master is Master Xiao, who is also my own master,” Li Xiaoyao said with a cheerful smile.

Lu Huai looked up, only catching sight of her slender arm exposed to the air—though without light, it appeared as white as snow. Her figure vanished into the darkness.

The pig knight rambled endlessly, cursing those causing trouble on the website as shameless, condemning those posting big-character posters at school as despicable, all while threatening to deal with them harshly if caught.

As for these two panda plush toys, they had already taken photos with many celebrities, including President Latzerton, along with numerous Hollywood stars, fully earning the title of “battle plush toys.”

A one-and-a-half-meter-tall raccoon man raised his seat, waving a silver carp in front of Xu Yan’s eyes.

Late at night, Xu Huang gathered his troops, with men holding their blades and horses reined in, quietly departing the camp under cover of darkness. Along the way, the Hanzhong military sent out scouts, fearing a night raid from the Jin army. The scouts had fled long ago, leaving no trace. Xu Huang reached Yangbai Village smoothly without leaking any information.

The old temple attendant followed behind with a grim expression. The appearance of a ninth-rank expert could not be disclosed to this young man; he would report back to the family head himself.

After vomiting heavily at noon, Xingyun was indeed a bit hungry now. Hearing Yan Yixie’s invitation, he no longer hesitated and finished the food in two bites, finally feeling some comfort in his stomach.

Bu Fan pretended ignorance. “I just came in. What happened just now?” In truth, the cold hand from before was his own, as he could easily control the temperature of his hand.

Bu Fan hurriedly said, “Wait for me downstairs in your building—I’m coming over now.” After speaking, he hung up.

A few days later, rumors began circulating at the Xitian Sanctum that the new furniture from the heretical furniture store was not only practical but also stylish, having replaced the previous postmodern designs to become the new favorite among the well-to-do families of Xitian Sanctum. These were all high-end products, priced at three thousand premium saint stones apiece.

Luo Qian went to see Moria again. The newly hired bodyguard looked pale, severely injured internally. It was unclear when he would recover. Luo Qian comforted him kindly for a while and then gave him three thousand premium saint stones to help him recuperate.