Chapter 30: Malfunction

He walked toward the bed, which was large and set in a room with an intimate, suggestive atmosphere. Shedding his outer garments, he squeezed in.

After Qingning left, Ayin hurriedly rose to wipe the canvas with a handkerchief. The canvas was becoming increasingly smudged, and she grew anxious; if she could not find a way to restore it, she would be cast out of Nangong, and she still had to avenge her parents.

Han Kun chuckled. He suddenly thought that the foreign boyfriend Xu Ruoning had before—besides being a drunken, drug-addicted piece of trash—hadn't beaten her enough.

"Great-uncle?" Ao Zhiyuan tilted his head and looked at Feng Xige, whose expression remained solemn and unreadable.

Han Kun toyed with the pure silver handgun. Its cool, formidable design made him, a man who never used firearms, unable to put it down.

His parents had sent him to study cultivation to bring honor to the family and to punish the wicked. With his current strength, he was capable of venturing out into the world on his own, yet he had never truly considered it.

He tucked the Heavenly Court fragment in his left hand into his pocket, intending to take out his phone and check the spirit map to see what rank the great serpent was.

Many of the scholars present had brought poems, but they all understood the etiquette of offering a modest contribution to elicit a superior one. No one wanted to be the first to reveal their work, lest they inadvertently highlight someone else’s brilliance. They exchanged pleasantries and deferred to one another until Li Xian, perhaps feeling his own piece was not quite perfect, decided to be the first to break the ice.

Judging by Seventh Uncle’s expression, he had clearly misunderstood something. Before I could explain, he was already rushing toward the door.

"I never knew how to do it in the first place!" Xia Hongzhuang continued to shift the blame, leaving Qian Youyou stunned; she hadn't expected Sister Hongzhuang to have such a devious side. Noticing her gaze, Xia Hongzhuang could not help but blush.

Hot divine blood fell in droplets onto her face and body. Xuanyi remained stunned for a long moment before suddenly reaching out to hold him tightly.

Second Aunt weighed the risks and benefits, and her internal scales tipped instantly in favor of Qi Shaofan.

"Come out!" Before she had even touched the ground, she shouted, her gaze locking onto the direction of the gunshot.

"There is something I don't know whether I should tell you," Liu Mengyao said, reciting a line as old as time.

Upon entering the Prince Yun estate, Chu Tianhao handed out red envelopes again, leaving Yun Luojiao, Yun Luojia, Yun Guangjing, and Yun Guangshi beaming with joy.

She felt that continuing in this manner would have a significant impact on their work and future collaboration.

"Who gave you permission to look at me like that?" Perhaps because her gaze was too filled with hatred, the young man before her frowned in annoyance.

Xuanyi leisurely poured a cup of tea and took a light sip. Excellent tea, truly the freshly roasted Nine-Nine Return to Origin tea. She took a bite of the agate white jade cake; fragrant and soft, it was indeed the authentic variety, made without bean skin.

However, she looked unwell at the moment; even for someone just waking up, there was a clear look of exhaustion, and her pale lips gave her the appearance of someone truly ill.

Before long, the roar of a motorcycle echoed from not far away, accompanied by shouts.

Even this Anti-Sun Sword, not yet fully forged, had already drawn down a lightning tribulation. It was far too powerful—so powerful that a sword soul was about to be born.

"You are unworthy to be the guardians of this country!" Ouyang Yan could bear it no longer. He bellowed, his hair standing on end with rage, golden light flashing in his eyes as he clenched his fists.

He stopped and sat there, deep in thought. The method of breaking the seal he had found was clearly not the intended one; while effective, it was incredibly time-consuming. But where was the true solution?

They had once been the lowest of soldiers, mocked and bullied by elite troops. Now that they had undergone a transformation, they were eager to show off their new power.

Luo leaped from the dense, fiery branches, soaring into the air with a clear target: Jeger, who remained high above.

This old fox—he wouldn't be using Tong Yao to paralyze him and lure him into a trap, would he? Ye Luo instantly became cautious.

Aike and Hal broke into a cold sweat. Why did that sentence sound so strange, so prone to wild interpretations?

The past flashed through Qian Cangyi’s mind like a slide show. The murals on He Fang Island gradually came into focus; the figure before him was the very same one depicted on the wall—the Moon God, who had already ascended.

"We have money!..." Marina was quite angry, but not so poor that she couldn't pay. She reached for her waist pocket to retrieve the funds.

The dozen or so raw jade stones varied in appearance—round, flat, or multifaceted—and their colors were equally diverse. Of the three Lin Feng had set his sights on, one was a grey, round stone, while the other two were irregular, appearing no different from construction site debris.

"I hope so..." Song Ling fell silent. She could never forget what had happened that day: her sister beaten to death, and the brothers and companions who had always looked after her also slaughtered.

"They haven't logged on yet; they probably don't know the siege is over," Zhao Na said, shaking her head.

This standoff was clearly more favorable to Lin Feng. After all, dusk had only just fallen, and if the assassin, lying in wait outside the house window, were spotted by a vigilant security guard, his cover would be blown. The longer the stalemate lasted, the greater the chance the assassin would be exposed.