Chapter 142 Undercurrents Surging

"Are you alright?" I asked, looking at Qi Yi with a hint of concern.
"You were just faking it, weren't you!" Mia burst out in anger, absolutely loathing being deceived.
"Does Lord Black Fox uttering such words of self-abandonment intend to stir up my pity and compel me to lend a hand?" Ying Wuxin smiled.
After disposing of Guo Min's body, everyone rested on the hillside. Before long, a surging torrent rushed forward, creeping up the slope to a height of over a dozen meters.
Thank you for all your invaluable suggestions and your day-after-day urging for updates. Whenever I lay paralyzed in bed, you gave me the strength to drag myself up and keep working.
At this moment, Ying Wuxin felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. As it turned out, he had ultimately chosen to save someone, not entirely of his own free will, nor out of pure benevolence, but simply to avoid bringing trouble upon himself. This trait of looking out for oneself bore a striking resemblance to his current self.
Following that, Shuichi Akai opened a ward, and the first sight that met his eyes was Kirin Hoshina wearing a white hospital gown.
Ying Wuxin's eyes lit up slightly. Venturing out at night, sneaking around under the cover of darkness, certainly boded no good.
Yet he could never introduce Yin Xiran to the public, for she was the only leverage anyone had against him. He had to hide her as deeply as possible, even though she had already been blacklisted by the organization.
I changed into a white dress, cradling my rumbling stomach as I walked into the kitchen and incredulously opened the refrigerator.
"Too late!" A cold glint flashed in Xun Yi's eyes as he instructed Yan Bing: "Search!" This was not idle meddling on his part, but a fear that Shaoling might have inadvertently leaked some secrets to these two out of desperation. If that were the case, both Fu Gang and Fu Ne would have to die; under no circumstances could Fu Gang be allowed to display the audiovisual record to the public.
The birch leaves covering the mountainside had turned golden yellow, interspersed among the silvery-white trunks. Complementing the intermingled, still-verdant pines and cypresses, they formed a naturally crafted oil painting, a breathtaking and mesmerizing landscape.
Water provides buoyancy, but a human submerged at such a depth also endures immense water pressure, which correspondingly weakens the force they can exert.
Gongsun Chong and the other two could not help but secretly admire Xun Yi. His judgment was remarkably acute; he had seen right through Fairy Lingxiang's cowardly nature. She had even surrendered the Yuntu of her own accord—it seemed she was truly resolved to cling abjectly to life.

"This is very much like you. Dalong inherited some bad habits from his father. I need to speak with his teacher; this might be one of Dalong's flaws, but the root of the problem isn't Dalong—it lies with his impatient father." Pinching Zhou Quan hard, Chen Xin decided this was entirely Zhou Quan's fault.
The gray-robed figure reacted the fastest, leaping forward to pounce on Xun Yi. Xun Yi had appeared outside the perimeter of the battlefield, and as the gray-robed figure moved, the red-robed man standing in the middle immediately stepped in to block him.
Xun Yi guessed that his master's wife must have revealed some hidden details to her just moments ago, so he closed his mouth and stopped disturbing her train of thought.
Natsume let out a long sigh. His anxiety was growing by the day, and he truly had no idea whether he could even last another month.
Heisenberg shouted, raising his glass to Zhou Mo, and amidst the enthusiastic chorus of everyone present, they clinked their glasses in a toast.
Coral looked at her with a somewhat nervous expression, wanting to say something yet holding back. Taking it all in, Bai Ruozhu suddenly felt a wave of emotion. There were many secrets hidden on this ship—everyone had secrets, yet she had remained completely oblivious to them all.
Ning Qian paced anxiously back and forth at home, unable to pause for even a second. She never expected things to turn out this way.
Pei Yeheng unceremoniously rolled her eyes at her, completely failing to see where the humor lay that could make her laugh with such delight.
"The items that came back at noon—do we need to deliver them now? Do you have time this afternoon? I have some work-related matters to discuss with you," she stated in a formal, business-like tone, deliberately emphasizing the word "work."
With pressing matters at hand, superfluous pleasantries were unnecessary. Thus, the hastily formed, bizarre duo crouched together in the tall grass, making their way forward and arriving at the center of the valley in a matter of moments.
Lu Anning instinctively took two steps forward, watching as Lan Xiangting raised a hand to loosen his tie, then directly removed his suit jacket and tossed it aside.
Seeing their expressions, Li Mu and Lu Qingqing on the opposite side grew even more curious and perplexed. "What is it? What on earth is going on?" Li Mu asked the two of them. Hearing this, Ding Feng and his companion raised their heads, yet remained silent, instead directly handing the note over to Li Mu and Lu Qingqing.
"It's always better when you're one of us." After all, she was Shao Qing's wife and, nominally, the sister of Zhan Weiqi's wife.

The Zhujun Guildhouse still conducted its affairs with proper decorum. Well before the hour of Si, two silk-adorned carriages came rolling through the East Market. The bronze bells hanging from the carriages chimed merrily all the way, making quite a spectacle and drawing crowds of onlookers along the entire street.
Li Mu and Lu Qingqing exchanged glances before simultaneously offering gentle smiles toward Long Chutian.
Xueyi Peach Blossom looked toward Xie Yu with a half-shy expression. Her lightly reddened cherry lips appeared captivating and pitifully delicate—truly a portrait of beauty.
Lümei took out a handkerchief and meticulously wiped Consort Hui's hands. Recalling Qing Zheng's aloof and detached countenance, she felt a trace of helplessness. Yet her mistress was currently out of favor, having remained cooped up in the palace for years without stepping out, powerless to make a move now. Striking an egg against a stone was foolish; all they could do was bide their time and observe the developments.
"What are you here for?" Because Mo Xiao utterly despised Song Yanxiu's kitchen—where everything was merely for show and utterly unusable—she preferred to nestle in the fully equipped kitchen shared by herself and Liu Chenruo to cook for Song Yanxiu.
Ye Yun felt a certain string inside her mind snap abruptly, as the scene from half a month ago flashed before her eyes.
Instantly, the crowd grew overwhelmingly excited, their eyes gleaming as they gazed at Ouyang Ye, completely ignoring their injuries and exhausted bodies.
With a nimble flip, she dropped effortlessly from the eagle's back, while everyone present stared at her in a daze, not daring to utter the slightest sound.
The men at the very forefront raised their blades to charge forward, but the moment they moved, the pain wracking their bodies intensified a notch, and they all let out miserable shrieks.
The Northern Phoenix Palace clan, an aristocratic family guarded by the Azure Dragon Divine Beast, had unexpectedly awakened their bloodline after surviving a violet lightning tribulation.