Chapter 28

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River fish, split down the middle, lay flat on the racks, white smoke drifting through the gaps between wooden sticks as the steaming heat slowly dried the moisture from the fish meat.

Sensing the challenge in Fan Tong’s gaze, Yang Xikuan returned the look. Their eyes met, sharp and tense like two needles poised at each other, brimming with rivalry. On the court, yet another fierce battle was inevitable.

Awakened at midnight, he looked at Chacha beside him, his mind filled with memories of Han Chu—her former shyness, panic, anger, even indifference—all vividly etched in his memory.

The young man seemed to awaken from a deep dream; after a few flickers of his eyes, he gradually regained alertness.

His throat ached painfully, even swallowing was difficult, until two cups of cooling herbal tea eased the burning sensation somewhat. Chu Xiu opened the door and looked up; outside, the moon shone brightly among sparse stars, the night serene and clear.

Having just brewed a cup of tea, Qin Feng had taken a few sips when a knock came at the door. Looking up, he invited the visitors in and saw Xia Jiang and Qin Erniu rushing inside. Their eyes reddened as they glanced at Qin Feng lying on the sickbed.

Upon hearing Father’s orders, Li Yao’s eyes lit up. She eagerly responded and immediately led the two jealous favorites, who glanced at each other with discontent, to follow along excitedly.

At this moment of clarity about her true feelings, Ji Mo felt helpless yet grateful, and above all, resolute.

If today was a trap set by Ming Xue and Yu Cairen, she would be the first suspect.

She looked toward Jiang Yi; seeing he avoided her gaze, she knew a rift had formed between them.

The Red Queen’s actions were far more than merely sealing the cabin. If it were only that, under the alien threat, there would be no doubt that the mercenaries would simply blow the hatch open.

Mr. Ye lacked funds, so Madam Xue proposed this plan. With no other choice, Mr. Ye reluctantly agreed to help.

Another strange insect knelt beside him, hoarsely reporting the cause of the earlier explosion.

In that instant, the blush on their faces and the joyful anticipation in their eyes vanished. They stared wide-eyed at Yu Zi in disbelief.

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A scorching heat swept over him, jolting his heart. He flailed at random in the air and caught something. Though he escaped being boiled alive, the wet, slippery feeling in his hand told him it was certainly something unpleasant.

Actually, when Lin Mu returned to the capital yesterday, he had already decided how he would present himself to the media today.

At this moment, he shrank his neck, not out of fear of Xu Jing, but because he recalled his former middle school homeroom teacher.

When he returned, Lin Mu was in his room reading a script. Hearing noise outside, he came out to investigate.

“You…” Zhao Yi’s roar was a full-throated shout. Hearing Zhao Yi loudly threaten to beat him in front of everyone, Nan Surou, who was sitting inside the carriage, nearly choked on her breath.

“Senior, my apologies,” Bal slightly bowed. As the remains of a clan elder, disturbing the ancestors was disrespectful; he must maintain decorum.

But what was the outcome? Had he not been cautious and checked outside conditions, and had the Great Demon King not arrived early, he would have foolishly broken through worry-free in the Spirit Cleansing Pool, unaware of how he might have died.

A+: Long Wei actually appeared, but this isn’t about my team. Scram, scram! The girls on my team belong to me; get lost.

Therefore, Liang Qing, disguised alongside Lin Shishi, booked an appointment at a large, reputable hospital to use advanced equipment to examine the condition of her vocal cords—how much had recovered and how long until full restoration.

Sun Ping’s angry shout made Zheng Yuan sheepishly shrink his neck, showing a timid yet slightly resentful murmur.

However, although the Ink Jiao was powerful, it was nowhere near as sharp as the blood light that had shot out of the black mist earlier. Though wary and serious, the two were not terrified enough to flee.

He Miao Miao ran to Lin Chen’s side, affectionately wrapping her arms around his, and Lin Chen immediately felt his arm enveloped by two soft, doughy masses that were incredibly comfortable.

Su Wannian’s planned Hundred Herbs Hall would sell only herbs, pills, and ointments, mostly finished products, making it very convenient.

“Darling, you know well that the guards here are strict. Even though I changed my appearance, I barely made it through five passes and six generals,” a resonant male voice shattered the midnight silence.

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In the illusion, Dugu Qiubai, though in his twilight years, uttered the unforgettable words: “I, Dugu Qiubai, have no predecessor, no successor!”

Before truly formidable ancient martial artists, all these were illusory—there was no guarantee of their lives.

Li Song’s expression eased considerably. Having dealt with the swordsman in blue, this was extremely beneficial for the sect’s development.

Each fire tree was spaced about ten meters apart, thirty-six in total, arranged on both sides—eighteen on each side.

The Heavenly Court also detected the enemy’s innate spiritual treasures but feared they might be trapped by these treasures and devoured by the Throat Demon King’s tentacles. Offensive weapons like Qin Yun’s Misty Flying Sword and the Giant Spirit God’s Xuanhua Axe had to avoid the sharp tips of the demon’s tentacles.

In fact, everyone knew that after the previous ordeal, Li Xing had already vented all his emotions.

Around them, as Pushierde’s voice rose, hundreds of mechanical sorcerers and mechanical beings who had followed them, along with several others, suddenly braced themselves, focusing their attention.

However, when Xun Can met her today, he found she seemed unaware of his status as the prince of the royal residence, so the servants temporarily addressed her as young madam to avoid overwhelming her suddenly.

The incident with Si Chen years ago was inseparable from the branch clan, which made it impossible for him to accept any affection between Si Chen and Mei Liangyu.

Li Song did not believe these words. Though not close to Fang Tian, their neighborhood relationship over the years had never revealed such matters.

At the same time, he extended his palm, and a golden flash of lightning appeared, like a divine spear cleaving the sky, striking directly at Ye Qing’s chest.