Chapter 66: Saving a Life
Even if there were gamblers driven mad by their losses seeking revenge, it would be impossible for them to find this place so quickly. Even less likely would they be able to hire assassins of such power, wielding such strange techniques. The only possibility...
Su Qinghan suddenly recalled the moment when his master, the Sword Sovereign Ling Cang, heard him mention that there were still survivors in the Su Manor. In his eyes, a flash of surprise had appeared, followed by a slip of the tongue. If it truly was his master...
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was already...
Whatever heaviness lingered in her heart gradually dissipated as more and more dishes filled the table. She wondered, what was there to feel heavy about? She thought to herself, let sentiment wait until after the feast; for now, it was best to fill her rumbling stomach with delicious food.
Mo Tian’s perpetually cold heart trembled. He thought of that old friend, Bai Pianran’s mother. And memories of Bai Pianran’s actions back in Paris surfaced again.
Yet this Ye Qingcheng seemed nothing like someone reborn, for in her gaze towards him there was not a trace of fear, guilt, or unease—only openness, even delight and joy.
Ye Qingcheng watched with relish, enjoying the free performance; she had no reason not to watch. She was an outsider here, merely appreciating the spectacle, unable to discern the subtleties.
Though it was a recollection, in this moment it did not feel like a simple dream. This time was more vivid than any before, as if they had truly returned to that era, sharing the same curiosity and anticipation for everything that was to come.
It seemed that ever since Yi Xuanya arrived, events had multiplied, and perhaps, the Ye family’s story had begun from that moment.
As laughter rang out, Matthew immediately began equipping his mecha. Star Spirit pressed a button on her clothing, and the pure white high priest’s robe shimmered, swiftly tightening and transforming into a dark red, form-fitting combat suit.
Luoyu still didn’t want Ju Beauty to enter. Her master was sorrowful; any provocation would be unbearable. Yet seeing Han Shangong’s insistence, she could only yield.
Thor had fallen. In that instant, the sensation was the very opposite of the word’s literal meaning—it was a pleasure surpassing anything felt before.
The burly man trapped beneath the doorboard was so furious he could weep, cursing the so-called decency. His wife had nearly been violated, and yet they dared to speak of decency—what nonsense!
But as night descended, the magnificent building revealed its true nature. When the golden, subdued lights were switched on, the entire structure became shrouded in mystery and majesty.
“The fourth world is an animated realm set in the martial arts tradition of ancient China, telling stories from the era of the First Emperor, about the various factions and philosophers. This world will allow the host to safely complete their mission.”
The flowers and grasses on the lawn remained vibrant, for the peculiar professor’s flatulence did not harm the environment.
As those who had been thrown out began to spread tales of their “terrifying experiences” worldwide...
“What does this mean?” Pei Ju was no stranger to the world, but could not understand why he would do this, nor what this thing was—he had never seen its like.
As a support player, the man before him possessed an extraordinary acuity, always effortlessly neutralizing every threat, shielding the ADC securely beneath his broad wings.
So it turned out that this shop had once thrived, but ever since a certain delivery order, business had steadily declined.
While eliminating several powerless supplicants, some more cunning ones chose to quietly observe.
Nothing happened today, and everyone felt fortunate. After all, their opponent was a crime boss—such people were true leaders of the underworld, and their own group was nothing but trash in comparison. Thus, no one felt slighted; everything seemed perfectly natural.