Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Crowd: Stop Pretending, We're Tired of Watching

That peerless beauty had already perished like a fading blossom in that other world. Bu Feifan could not bear to watch her die in despair within this spatial realm as well; possessing the ability to change all this, he could not simply stand by and do nothing.

"But I mind!" Rongxue cried out once more, losing control. Her apricot-shaped eyes were filled with disbelief that he could remain so carefree and nonchalant, as if... as if her kiss held no significance to him whatsoever.

"However, the rouge I have here isn't as nice as the one you're using on your face. Would you like some?" She scratched her forehead, smiling somewhat shyly.

As the moment arrived, down to the final second, Bu Feifan's eyes lit up as he was instantly transported into a reality that was both real and utterly unfamiliar.

Every now and then, an acquaintance would pass by, and Jing Boxuan would greet them with calm composure, projecting an air of steady poise.

A-xin felt that Deng Chao's nickname of "Golden-Haired Trendsetter" was completely accurate; he was utterly fickle, flipping his face faster than a dog turning over its own paws.

To put it more bluntly, if the members of the Qin family had clear and untroubled consciences, why would they resort to underhanded and furtive actions? By taking the Dowager Madam Qin and the three young ladies of the Qin family all the way to West Sea Commandery, if Qin Xianyuan truly harbored ulterior motives, it would be anyone's guess as to who would end up keeping whom in check.

Since the eldest branch and the second branch had not yet officially divided their household, the members of the second branch also went together to the estate's entrance to receive the imperial edict. From afar, Wei Lan saw a dense crowd gathered at the entrance, and sweeping her gaze across them, she noticed that the various factions stood in distinct opposition.

Today was truly not favorable weather. When Zhuo Xiong crawled out of his tent, he found that snowflakes were already drifting down outside. The campfire from the previous night had been reduced to mere wisps of pale smoke, and those snowflakes blurred his vision like obnoxious flies, while the distant peaks had already plunged into a hazy obscurity.

A trace of panic welled up in Ye Yaoqiao's heart. She cast a timid glance at Han Shaoxun's taut, stern face, shook her head, and took two steps back, her eyes filled with terror.

"How wasteful to burn it! It's so crystal clear and pretty." I played with the crystal. "If you don't want it, give it to me." I thought to myself: This thing is definitely more than just a little spiritual energy infused into it; it might just be a life-saving treasure. How could anyone just let it be burned away for nothing?

Shi Xie took a deep breath, and then without the slightest hesitation, pressed his palm flat against the iceberg.

Taking advantage of this opening, another mass of demonic energy dragged all five assassins who had fallen to the ground high up into mid-air. The next second, before Qin Fen could even react, they vanished without a trace.

After the two of them exchanged some casual and aimless small talk, Zhou Bingqing—who knows what came over her—carelessly swung her arm and suddenly knocked Xu Wenwen's phone off the table and onto the ground.

Everyone looked at me in astonishment. I walked slowly to the center of the circle, brought my hands together in a circle, and gently expanded my notoriously selfish self-preservation barrier until it encompassed everyone present, only then slowly coming to a halt.

As soon as this Rongrong person saw that Jinrong was not in New York, she immediately planned to return. Wasn't the meaning behind this as obvious as a louse on a bald head?

His first reaction was to go up and pluck it down. However, after taking off his shoes, climbing onto the bed, and walking over to the photograph with the intention of removing it, he discovered that he was still far too naive.

After wandering around his house for a while, Lin Mu figured that just staying put like this was no way to live, so he decided to head out.

Ten minutes or so later, the group arrived outside a large hotel, where the man acted as the host, claiming he wanted to treat Yang Tian to a drink.

The turtle seemed deeply angered that the soft-shelled turtle could not speak the truth to it. After delivering this cold remark, it shook its body and vanished in the blink of an eye.

On his left chest, the lingering aura left by Bai Fan flowed, finally allowing him to understand what had happened.

In this pitch-black universe, the very first ray of golden light, resembling the countless virtues of a divine being, illuminated the cosmos.

One had to know that although this old drunkard's overall strength was not poor, he was by no means adept at the Myriad Star-Filled Fists, at best only dabbling in it superficially. Speaking of those within the sect who understood and were most familiar with it, probably only this Yao Yuan standing right beside him qualified, which was why the old drunkard asked this question.

With another clenching of Ye Qi's fist, everyone felt as though, along with the closing of his hand, their very hearts had been ruthlessly squeezed. It felt as if something was being forced out of their bodies, and even the surrounding air seemed to have been compressed and solidified by that single punch.

However, it is difficult for people's mindset to change overnight. Although Wang Bin and Alice had begun to consider other possibilities, asking them to decide right then and there whether or not to support Song Chengjie still left their hearts tangled in conflict.

It was only because the crude oil he had previously obtained was not only of poor quality but also extremely scarce in quantity that Leng Feng dared not harbor any other ambitions.

Amidst rumbling sounds, the Great Dao slowly began to operate. Countless wind and fire tribulations within the heaven and earth world suddenly seemed provoked, rushing headlong and surging toward the Great Dao. Between heaven and earth, absolute clarity was restored, while the Great Dao itself was completely swallowed and covered by blazing fire, leaving not a single trace visible.

There was no help for it; someone had to keep the conversation going, right? To let the atmosphere freeze would be putting Flying Eagle in an embarrassing spot. Not a single person seated here had ever intended for that to happen.

Shen Ruochu's lips parted slightly, and she wanted to say something, but not a single syllable would come out, as if she had suddenly been struck by mutism.

When Shui Xinrou emerged from the restroom, to her utter surprise, she saw Zhou Mo standing there as well, wearing a rather unsightly expression.

Yi Yixun gazed at Ying Yingwu, his lips moving slightly, yet in the end, he still said nothing.

Shen Ruochu was silently astonished. A flicker of panic flashed through her heart, while at the same time, she suddenly recalled that he seemed to have mentioned something about pursuing her just moments ago.

Madam Shen was to be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, so Shen Ruochu planned to go to the hospital in the morning to help her biological mother pack up. To her surprise, she began feeling unwell the moment she finished breakfast.

That place was pitch black; I could see nothing at all. Huddled within the mountain crevice, the sounds of slaughter echoed endlessly in my ears, and the stench of blood assaulted my nostrils straight to my senses. Then I heard Fatty let out a miserable shriek, followed by Pang Youping's suppressed groan of pain. At that exact moment, an impulse to rush out surged within me.

One Earth Immortal expert after another was sent flying by the impact. As the demonic blade danced through the air, heads were sent rolling, striking such terror into the hearts of all the Earth Immortals that they continuously retreated.

Luo Xiu did not view the Third Generation Heavenly Saint as a mortal enemy of life and death. Even in a one-on-one duel, he did not believe he would be any weaker than the Third Generation Heavenly Saint.

Chen Peihua had told her to come and probe the relationship between Yu Chuchu and Shen Muqian. Yu Chuchu looked as though she loathed Shen Muqian to the core. Yet Shen Muqian had clearly been out shopping with You Biqing, and Yu Chuchu had still gone out of her way to latch onto Shen Muqian—what kind of relationship was this?

Because she had been muddle-headed the past few days and lacked the time to dwell on these matters, now that she thought about them one by one, there were quite a few suspicious points. Thus, she recounted her suspicions to Qin Shou, leaving him, of course, to investigate the rest.

Take this matter, for instance; it clearly could have been handled without forcing it this far, yet he still pursued him while carrying injuries. Aside from being utterly enraged, I could scarcely find any other reason for his actions.