Chapter Thirty-One: Sister Mianmian, Is This How You Repay Kindness with Enmity?

Luo Yunmian was carried out of the bar in Fu Yanchi’s arms.

The biting, icy wind of February in the Harbor District made Luo Yunmian instinctively burrow into his chest.

Her consciousness was adrift in a chaotic fog; her delicate body felt boneless and devoid of strength, relying only on a faint, primal instinct to keep nuzzling against the man beside her.

Fu Yanchi frowned slightly. "Sister Mianmian, please hold on for a moment. I am taking you to the hospital right away."

The snow grew heavier. Given the restless spirit of a certain someone, if they didn't hurry, they wouldn't be able to descend the mountain and would surely freeze into snowmen where they stood.

It was these very things that, time and again, battered Wang Min’s once-resolute heart. Yet, in this moment, standing before the man beside her, the values she had previously held were shattered into pieces.

As the words fell, it charged forward. The four-winged angel, looking cool and detached, did not deign to act itself. It cast a glance at the eight two-winged angels, and their musical instruments shifted, transforming into swords of light. With a sharp shout, they lunged rapidly toward the Jade Rabbit of the Moon Palace.

Guan Dijing licked her glossy lips, wanting to say something more, but Xu Yafan stood up, dumped his half-eaten meal into the trash, and dragged Ling Chen away.

Realizing that a crisis was imminent, Ma Fugui did not have the luxury of wondering why that bastard had set him up. He began sliding the driver’s seat backward, clearing a space to maneuver.

Although Xu Yang had left the Imperial Capital and was no longer presiding over the Southern Territory, the various major factions still dared not stir up trouble there.

Su Yutong was also a sobbing mess, consumed by self-reproach, wondering why she had ever let Niannian go on the roller coaster.

In that instant, Xuan Yi lost control of his emotions. He rushed forward, fell to his knees before her, and rasped, "Sister."

It was an irresistible, surging power of death; it felt as if this terrifying force alone were enough to extinguish every living soul across the entire multiverse.

The group still couldn't help but be stunned once more. They knew full well that at this point, anything they did would be futile; that being the case, why bother with such useless posturing?

However, doing so would expose the Tiance Army’s trump card, and the Youzhou Army would surely flee, preventing them from inflicting significant casualties. Thus, unless it was a critical juncture, Xiao Qubing and the others did not intend to use gunpowder weapons.

Yet, becoming a Qi practitioner was an entirely different matter. Even an ordinary person with no martial arts foundation would leap to become a top-tier master the moment they became a Qi practitioner. If a top-tier master were to become one, they would undoubtedly be even more formidable.

However, as he was being paraded through the streets by Linghu Liuyun for all the people of Chang'an to see, he suddenly felt that compared to this humiliation, all his previous sufferings were nothing; this was what pained him most.

It was hard to imagine that those earth elementals, which possessed almost no emotions and did not know the meaning of fear, would scatter like untrained peasant soldiers.

The strange creature had clearly spotted Li Tianchen as well, and it was sprinting along the steep, rocky surface of the mountain at an inconceivable speed.

"Hey, Divine Lord Laduguer, Baator is not in that direction." Knowing full well what Laduguer was thinking, Melissa chose not to expose him, instead 'kindly' reminding him.

The Aesir had an iron law: any form of fratricide was strictly forbidden. Even though Odin had foreseen that Loki’s children would be the culprits behind Ragnarok, he still did not execute them.

The two hundred or so lackeys blocking the entrance of the Xiao residence, along with the hundred at the back, had just come from a banquet at a stronghold in Pingkang Ward. Today was the day Wang Han and Xing Zai had set their plans in motion. After finishing their feast early that morning, the two had split their thousand-plus subordinates into two groups.

With such an elaborate effort, and given the ability to come and go from the Imperial Palace as one pleased, why not simply poison the spices?