Chapter 81: Taken Away

Meng Lianqiao licked his parched lips; his cold gaze betrayed no emotion. A few men sneered icily, pressed Meng Lianqiao down, and shoved him into the car alongside the others. Had Meng Lianqiao chosen to resist, not just seven or eight brawny men, but even seventy or eighty would have been no match for him. Yet, he was willing to go to any lengths to share in my hardships.

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After Yue Wangjian agreed, Yan Ji City wasted no time. With a swift motion, he forced a thousand drops of blood from his palm, the blood coalescing into a crimson mass. Upon seeing this demonic blood, Yue Wangjian immediately produced a vessel he had prepared for just this purpose.

“My thanks to you three,” Hua Yunv said directly, laying bare his intentions and making his standing clear to the others.

I had no fear that Yaya would say anything against me, nor that she would quarrel with Wang Jinye; her expression made it plain. The younger members of the family howled and clamored, but with the addition of the Hidden Supreme, everyone had to band together to face the enemy, and could no longer rely on surprise.

“She never will! Qingxue will never leave her brother—Qingxue loves her brother!” she immediately replied, her gaze unwavering, filled with determination. I was the one she cared about most, the one she could least bear to leave.

To reach the innate stage in martial arts and live two hundred years—no amount of money could buy such a thing. As for money itself, he lacked for nothing; even now, there were billions lying idle in his spatial ring. What use was there in seeking more?

Yet he clung to the last thread of reason. If he truly embraced Shangguan Wan’er, he would have to take responsibility for her. But what then of Huangfu Qianqian? How was he to face her?

Both Yao Dangwu and Cheng Zifan had vanished without a trace; even the principal was at a loss. Even if he knew, he would never give me the helmet. It seemed every clue had been cut off! Who still held a thread of the truth?

Moreover, though his opponent’s attacks all targeted his weaknesses, in a strange way, they also helped him mend those very flaws.

Jin Ledie’s eyes glimmered with memory. Back at the palace, she had always longed to leave, to embark on an adventure of her own making.

Even prepared as she was, when Pei Yourong truly stood on stage, she could not help but sigh in awe.

When she came, she had harbored hopes that, for her sake, Chi Chi would compel those two children to apologize to Yuanbao.

She offered Xuelian no chance to speak; while Xuelian loosened her grip to wipe away tears, she slammed down the accelerator and made her escape.

At that very moment, it was not just the 28th Regiment caught off-guard, but many others reeling within the span of a single day—May fifteenth.

They dragged away Cheng Yang, his face deathly pale from wounds he’d inflicted.

Ling Rui had passed out the night before, never glimpsed the route, nor knew how far they had traveled. All around him was unfamiliar.

Ning Zhi had long understood that, when facing this demon, unconditional obedience was the best way to avoid further suffering.

Shi Cunliang, at that time, had firmly resolved never to provoke this reckless madman, and so revealed everything he knew without embellishment.

He, too, had been drawn by the presence of demonic power. Once he was sure that the one corrupted by it had no chance of escape, he shifted his attention to the figure surrounded by elves.

This castle was one of two crucial waypoints built by the Kingdom of Dilon amid the Luoxue Mountains, laying the groundwork for Dilon’s army to invade the Kingdom of Fis.

“Mind Mark!” Su Jun swiftly unleashed the arcane spell he’d learned from Elder Yi.

They had been walking without trouble, but suddenly Angela acted shy, refusing to move. Had he done something to embarrass her? Yet, from the start, he hadn’t done anything at all… So what on earth had happened?