Chapter Thirty-Two: Who Do You Think You Are!

She lowered her head to look at her innocent, bewildered daughter in her arms. Her heart felt as though an invisible hand had seized it in a merciless grip, squeezing so tightly that she could scarcely breathe.

“If that is the case... I... I would rather endure things as they are... At least, at least in the Zhong family, Mother, you and Little Aunt have always treated me with genuine kindness...”

She raised her tear-filled eyes and gazed timidly at Zhang Chunxue. “Mother, this matter... it is far too serious... Let me... let me think it over carefully first, all right?”

Su Xue'er arched her brows and widened her almond-shaped eyes. Wielding the sharp sword in her hand, she brought it down without mercy upon the bandits.

Only after entering did he discover that several more candles had been lit. As the door closed, the candlelight gradually drew nearer to him, and the Empress, draped in an outer robe, entered Jing Chen's line of sight.

A sigh came from within the haystack. A man dressed in night clothes dragged his lame leg as he crawled out.

The people aboard the cloud carriage were terrified. They seemed to sense that they were being watched by some unknown presence, yet they could see nothing.

Li Quanbing would never forget this. Thinking that moments ago he had nearly rushed forward to strike someone, he shuddered. By then, he was already eighty percent convinced.

At the beginning of the New Year festivities, Ruyi had planned to gather some red plum blossoms and send them to the Empress Dowager. Then she encountered Su Jingyi, who had come to the palace, and the matter had been delayed until now. She had never expected that Consort Yi would be the one to build this bridge for her once more.

Sun Rong and Jiang Zhao were both naturally carefree, and after drinking, they noticed nothing unusual at all.

The number of black specks in the sky was dozens of times greater than the sparse black specks scattered across the grassland below.

“Dragons and phoenixes joining forces?” Cui Liu Mengzhu pondered, murmuring to herself, “The dragon must be Can Songzhi. But the phoenix... could it be Jinfeng Tian?” She knew that Can Songzhi belonged to the Azure Dragon, a fact she would never forget.

When Shen Zhong returned home and opened the refrigerator, he discovered that it was completely empty. From the lively celebration that morning to the silence of the afternoon, barely half a day had passed. He shut the refrigerator door, planted his hands on his hips, and looked around before giving a faint shake of his head and a slight smile. His eyes held a deep trace of self-mockery. Perhaps the Taoist had not been entirely wrong after all.

Mousse had guessed that Lin Chong would not believe him, so he sent over a small compressed video. Even after decompression, its clarity was not particularly good. After all, the cost of hyperspace communication was still quite high, and transmitting video was already a considerable strain.

Wan Jiete now hated the people of Earth to the core. At the same time, he wished he could obtain a few barrels of regret medicine. If only he had known, he would never have acted so arrogantly in the first place. Unfortunately, the intelligent robots had already been programmed. Though he regretted it, there was nothing he could do. For now, he could only continue struggling within the enclosure, hoping that he would eventually break through the protective shield himself.

A pair of limpid, beautiful eyes gazed at him, their pupils clear as polished water. They seemed like a spring flowing gently beneath a breeze, its surface stirred into dazzling ripples by the slightest change of mood. There was an indescribable charm in them.

The giant monster was enormous. It was not until Luo Yu approached the corpse that he realized it was far larger than he had estimated.

“Damn, what power! That seems a little too much!”

Luo Yu landed, but his body did not stop. He continued sliding backward for more than two meters before crashing into an iron wall with a thunderous bang and finally coming to a halt.

Yet in this lifetime, Guan Yunshan had not fallen into ruin. Instead, his career had flourished, and his business continued to expand until it overwhelmed the entire Yunze region, making him the undisputed richest man in the area.

As soon as the bell rang, Lin Di announced that class was over, and the surrounding students immediately swarmed around him.

It was Wei Tianpeng's blood. Only then did Wei Tianpeng's body begin to tremble, and only then did he truly feel the terror of death.

The moment Sun Wukong flew into the mortal realm, he sensed an intense aura of yin and yang. It was exceptionally familiar, yet he could not explain why.

“After all these years, someone has finally found this place. I only hope you will not disappoint this old man's painstaking efforts.”

With that, the old man slowly closed his eyes once more.