Chapter 37

These details were not only uncovered by her brother but also by the investigations she had Jian Rui and his team conduct.

Qing Rang sat composedly to one side. Occasionally, she could feel the Prince’s scrutinizing gaze upon her. She spoke little, only interjecting from time to time, while Hua Shu remained full of laughter.

The wound was not deep, and blood seeped out slowly, dripping into the groove, one drop at a time.

At this moment, it was truly a question of whether these things could really be done this way.

This led to the situation where, despite Chang Men not having provoked anyone, she found herself the target of people's whispers and pointing fingers.

"I don't have much of an appetite, but fortunately, my sister brought some snacks from our hometown. You should try some, Your Highness." Hua Shu handed over a piece, but Xin An opened her mouth, waiting to be fed. Hua Shu gave a coquettish look to indicate that others were present, but she still obediently fed it to Xin An.

The bone fan, unfurled beneath the firmament, was held firmly in place under the manipulation of a magical seal, guarding the sky above.

He had always been very kind to his servants; even when the chef prepared desserts, the servants would receive their share.

Sheng Ruosi felt a slight headache; she never expected to run into a fellow like Xiao Yunqi here.

Xi Zetian walked over, his biggest confusion being: since Nangong Ming was a vampire, why was he getting close to Xi’er? They could never be together; what was his purpose?

"You know the reason?" Mo Shishi was indeed incredibly curious. She sat up straight, waiting for Ye Li to resolve the questions in her mind.

She thought that Huo Beixiao was likely guarding against her, so today, she would thoroughly search Yang Ke’s office desk.

Furthermore, everyone was concerned: since Zhou Maogang had spoken first, no one else would be able to escape the aftermath. If his words were too profound, would he seek revenge later?

"That brat, her wings have grown stiff now! She’s turned the Prince’s manor upside down." Mo Ke gritted his back teeth, grinding out these words.

Tang Jianyu took a long stride, his right foot stepping forward into a lunge, his left knee bent to the ground, his arms held out in a hollow embrace as he caught the precarious pile of clutter coming his way. The owner of the items let out a crisp cry of "Oh my," stumbled, but managed to steady herself.

After Lin Yanchen finished speaking, he sighed silently in his heart; Changge was acting, and he had to pretend he knew nothing.

Changge was now afraid of Lin Yanchen. Although she retorted to his occasional cold remarks, it felt like a knife to her heart every time. How had the two of them ended up like this?

In these five days, she had realized one thing: kindness and a soft heart would never be rewarded. To survive in this cutthroat society, one must become cold-hearted, or even ruthless.

He had not expected that the moment her hands were freed, her first look at him would be as if she were seeing a demon; she pushed him away with all her might.

Although it still seemed excessively plain to the eyes of children from Hong Kong, in the local villages and towns, this was already a top-tier mansion.

Finally, Li Wangyi let out a sigh of satisfaction against the crook of her neck. Somewhere in the manor, a bottle of soda fell to the ground, the liquid inside gushing out with a strangely grand momentum.

The Panzer III tank had a shell reserve of a mere 59 rounds. It was truly very, very few. If fired continuously, it would be exhausted in just a few minutes.

As for the reason, it still came down to the issue of the folk martial arts factions. These sects occupied vast amounts of property but paid no taxes to the imperial court; it would be a wonder if the court had any money at all.

Perhaps because he was not young enough, or perhaps because his talent was low, even with an A-grade potion, Yan Xing—only a C-grade—failed to advance and remained a C-grade.

On both sides of the railway line, for five hundred meters, there was basically no mountainous terrain. It could be said to be as flat as a plain.

The 10-minute summoning time expired. Under the varied gazes of the people in the present world, all the players on the scene turned into pure white human-shaped points of light and dissipated rapidly.

Tang Ranran probed outward with her divine sense, feeling a bit guilty. Fu Jingyuan was still at Wangshan Peak, and Yan Qian appeared to be sleeping soundly.

As Su Li walked past him, he saw her tears streaming down, covering her entire face, and for a moment, he felt that all his previous actions had inadvertently offended her.

Luo Tianqing was slightly stunned, looking at the complex expression that flickered across Yun Cang’s face, but he didn't say much, only keeping a vigilant watch on the surroundings to prevent another sneak attack.

Lin Shengxia searched the surroundings; everything seemed normal. What had happened to Jusheng just now?

"I had intended to honor our past relationship and leave you a path to survive, but it seems that is unnecessary now!" The Evil God said, and an invisible hand formed in the air.

His coffin was crafted from a special transparent crystal and placed in a snow cave within the Snowy Cemetery, embedded in the ice and snow. He wore light armor made of gold, and the golden mask on his face had been meticulously carved based on portraits of him before his beauty was ruined, adorned with countless turquoise stones—it was extraordinarily beautiful.

Whenever she thought of the greed in Luo Yu’s eyes when mentioning the Dragon Roar Essence, even she felt a chill. This girl actually wanted to devour her own kind.

"Eh??" Mo Xuanxi awkwardly withdrew his hand, looking back at Jue Ao with an unnatural smile.

"You... cough, cough..." Jiu Ran tried to struggle, only to find that the hand gripping her throat was tightening, making it impossible for her to make a sound.

Because they were having hotpot for dinner, the air conditioning was set lower than usual, yet Jiang Jusheng still broke out in a light sweat.

Although cold, icy light flashed in the depths of Long Xiao’s eyes, he knew this was not the moment to turn against the King of Hell, and Xuan Junyao had already ensured that this fellow received his due compensation.

The Qin Immortal Emperor was a sound cultivator with profound cultivation. Being a peak figure who also utilized ice-based techniques, the lethality caused by combining the two methods was far greater than a simple one plus one equals two.

Therefore... the Dark Gate was a responsibility Xiao Shuyue had entrusted to Huai'an, as well as a weapon for self-defense.

It was not just the Empress Dowager, but all the ministers, including the Clan Court official, who were completely stunned by Lin Feiye’s words. Duan Zili’s face turned pale; he had not expected Lin Feiye to dare take a stand in public, showing a determination to go down with them.