Volume 1, Chapter 32: The Black Feather Guard

At the Gourmet Pavilion, Hua Hongfang and Feng Yini exchanged a glance, speechless as they looked at the two drunkards sprawled across the table.

Ah? It seems the third prince’s indulgent and extravagant lifestyle has become a well-known tale. Ruoxi’s eyelids twitched slightly, but she remained still.

Yun Xue was momentarily stunned, accidentally pricking her hand with the needle she held, but she didn’t notice. She only stared at Shen Hongjun and asked, “Eighteen Ditch?” The garment in her hand had soaked through with a red stain.

“Take her to the city hospital.” Duanmu Hao cradled Han Jingxuan, whose shoulder was still bleeding profusely. His heart was already in turmoil because of Han Jingxuan’s actions. How could someone risk their life to protect him? He was a man abandoned long ago by the Heavenly Emperor; why would such a person appear to care so deeply for him?

Even so, for a noble family, finding someone of equal value was not impossible. But the symbolism of this phoenix hairpin—considering today’s purpose and the clever company present—few would be so naïve as to overlook it.

“Isn’t that right, Mom and Dad?” I smiled sweetly at Aunt Li and Uncle Ping. The two elders chuckled, filling the room with joyful laughter, as if no one had ever been this happy, especially when surrounded by those they truly cared for.

Zhongshan could only persistently coax her with kind words, assuring her that he would study this matter together with the eldest siblings. Since she was studying management, after some hesitation and Zhongshan’s generous encouragement, she finally agreed.

There sat Liuli on the floor, hair unbound, her right hand clutching a silver hairpin just pulled from her bun, her gaze fierce and unyielding as she glared at Bai Zhu, as if ready to pounce and tear into her at any moment.

After inquiring with Aunt Lan, it became clear that the two elders had left last night, accompanied by Sang Yuqin and others.

Because in midair floated a winged beast, faintly emitting nine-colored light. The most baffling thing was that the creature resembled a fish.

“Even in this state, his temper hasn’t changed a bit.” Qingya placed Ye Hua into the bathtub and began running hot water.

Though Yang Chi had survived what was once considered a fatal fate, that was thanks to divine blessing. Would the heavens protect him again this time?

Chu Chen believed that the trick of resurrecting corpses could never be invincible. Otherwise, why would the Night Ghost Kingdom, possessing such power, confine itself to a small territory instead of dominating the world?

“I’ll thank Lin’er on your behalf!” Zhang Tianluan clasped his fists and spoke without bowing, fearing tears might fall.

Miaomiao Hui replied three days later. There was a direct and simple road to Laiguang Town, just like to Sangla Town. Hu Youmin and Wang Haitao set out with Wu Hongyuan, Lin Feng, and a guard squad.

The fireball grew larger and heavier. Mike, who had been holding the staff with one hand, now gripped it with both hands, raising the wand high.

As his words fell, the tiger-headed man howled and lunged at Old Xiao, biting frantically. The grim scene was harrowing; others could barely watch and forced themselves to enter the inner chamber to meet with the Xiao family ancestors.

Now that Yang Chi wanted him to cooperate, wasn’t that an insult? In Secker’s view, everyone should be cooperating with him.

Hearing the Minotaur’s words, Geng Long knew the situation was grave. Xueyue behind him also understood. After tidying up briefly, they followed Geng Long outside.

Seeing this, Long Rong naturally understood Geng Long’s intentions. Overjoyed, she threw herself against his chest, tears of happiness streaming down.

Even if Jiang Huai hadn’t eaten, he couldn’t be caught. His lightness skills were peerless; even a few Sky Beyond masters dispatched would fail to catch him.

They only identified the technique of the angel’s descent; afterward, it was clear that the power of the sacred throne was involved. Even they could only perceive a vague, hazy scene.

Xuan Ye’s barrage of insults was truly overwhelming, leaving Yang Luo helpless. He wanted to speak but, having learned from previous experiences, felt disgusted; yet, not replying meant enduring a barrage of 21st-century curses at his age.

His selfish love for her? He had always enjoyed her love and sacrifices but had never done anything for her in return.

He painfully held his head, recalling everything that had happened: I was such a fool.

At that moment, I crawled over her, moving about in a serpentine dance, while the nearby audience cheered and applauded.

Having given instructions, Wang Zheng grabbed the rope, switched on his headlamp, and swiftly descended into the well. A dozen meters was not a great distance by modern standards. In seconds, he reached the bottom.

Boom! Suddenly, he lost all sensation, unable to see or hear, even unaware of his own existence. It was as if his mind had vanished, leaving only confusion and tranquility.

He faintly sensed that Chu Li might know fragments but could not deduce everything, only a rough outline. So he had to say something—otherwise, Chu Li might turn hostile and truly kill him.