Chapter 81

On the Sea of Myriad Phenomena, Li Tianxing appeared after being transmitted, his face as pale as death; as expected, he had lost his qualification for the trial. The domain was not merely a flat plane but a three-dimensional sphere—drawn with Zhou Yuan at its center and a radius of five hundred meters. Any object entering the domain from any point would be perceptible to Zhou Yuan. Suddenly, bolts of lightning appeared, and one person below, unable to dodge in time, was struck and reduced to charred remains.

Just like now, Zheng Ming himself had no idea how many minutes it took him to run the length of Yuanbei Street Avenue, nor did he know what had transpired afterward. Chen Yu continued to sneer and taunt, saying, "I advise you not to dream. Our matters haven’t been settled yet; sooner or later, I’ll make you pay." With that, Chen Yu left without a backward glance, cold to the core, giving Fang Dongliang not the slightest bit of face.

Grand Marshal Pang Yuan cursed inwardly. How could he have failed to report to King Zhao? Or rather, if King Zhao intended to condone these nobles’ rebellion, how could he not have informed Pang Yuan? With this thought, Zheng Ming walked toward the television, following memories from another world to locate the power button and pressed it, but nothing happened.

"Don’t be reckless. If my wife loses even a single hair, you and your family will suffer a fate ten times more painful than you can imagine," Shen Chuan said coldly.

These two men were completely unaware that their confidential conversation had already been reported word for word to the emperor by the shadow guards arranged by the Shadow Lord. Did he know An Taizhi before? Or was there some connection? Otherwise, where would he find so many paintings?

I feel myself developing the tendency to "brandish a feather as an arrow," for since that one-year promise, I’ve often used it as an excuse after returning home, forcing him to reluctantly accept my invitations.

"Stop dreaming and sit here quietly," Li Yue said lazily, lifting her gaze.

The Demon Clan under the Ink Lord remained as it had before the battles—the shops lining the streets were open, and travelers thronged back and forth; sometimes young demon children would run laughing down the main street.

He called several times in succession, but the person lying in bed seemed completely unconscious, continuing to sleep deeply.

Hill was startled by the words. The faint rustling grew clearer, the trees and shrubs shook violently, and he grabbed a few clumps of earth and accurately threw them at his still-sleeping companion.

Seeing the tyrannosaurus reveal itself, Li Hongming’s face turned pale as well; even at their peak, neither could defeat it. Now, with Lu Chenyan heavily injured and powerless, and Li Hongming himself weak, their fighting strength was greatly diminished.

This time, with the men gone to war, An Ning felt relieved, even a bit pleased. She was the legitimate wife, and by tradition, the fifth son had to spend the first and fifteenth of each month in her room. She couldn’t push him out, but now, with him away on official duty, she finally didn’t have to worry.

Ke Xiangbao never expected that the chaotic battle she thought would arise again at least by nightfall would instead be heralded by a piercing trumpet sound in the evening. This was the first time she’d seen such a formidable force since entering the lockdown zone.

"Can you figure out a way yourself? I can’t possess you or he’ll notice, and then we’ll both die. Right now, I’m no match for him," the flying dragon said.

These two brothers had items related to the bronze box hanging from their chests—they definitely knew what was inside.

After learning that Xia Fan had been poisoned, Yin Qingrou hurried over with Wan’er, and upon hearing from Purple Butterfly that he was out of danger, her mental relief made her collapse to the ground, Wan’er cried in fright, and Shangguan Xue came over to comfort them and allowed the two to visit Xia Fan.

When he learned it wasn’t himself, the Divine Physician slowly relaxed his clenched fist and wiped the sweat from his palm. Only he knew how nervous he was—facing Steve’s illness, he wasn’t fully confident, so he was anxious.

Xia Tian hadn’t expected that, when things were nearly wrapped up, another incident would occur. Back then, he thought everything was settled and left Maple Manor, so he had no idea about these developments.

"Xia Fan, don’t scare me," Yin Qingrou called out as Xia Fan regained consciousness.

Previously, Shangguan Jie had been paralyzed from serious injuries, and even Mr. Yan was unable to treat him. Now, it seemed Shangguan Jie may have found a path of his own—remaking himself.

Xia Fan ordered several of the most exquisite specialty dishes and casually requested two bottles of Lafite from 1982.

At this moment, his stomach growled embarrassingly, and Jing Chuan wished he could crawl into a mouse hole—the embarrassment was overwhelming.

Su Yun and her companions bowed to the Grand Historian before boarding the carriage. Li Tan mounted his horse, and the group returned to the Prefect’s residence. Su Yun noticed that the Grand Historian was extremely respectful toward Li Tan, but for some reason Li Tan seemed unwilling to interact more with him; the reason was unclear.

Seeing her like this, Ling Lanyu said nothing further and began to remove her clothes. When that familiar body appeared before him again, he couldn’t bear to look away, gazing dumbly at Liang Luo’s closed eyes. She was actually quite attractive, and except for her unbearable temper, marrying her might not be such a bad thing.

Outside the courtyard, over ten rows of luxury cars were neatly parked, each worth millions.

Moreover, what’s worth hyping about this competition? Why call in reporters? Is big brother planning to develop this mountain and starting with a warm-up?

Tang Youyou’s tears silently slid down her cheeks. She wanted to ask, "Are you really Ming Potian?" but swallowed the words. That familiar warmth, that familiar breath, overlapped with her memories—how could it not be the Ming Potian she had longed for night and day?

The Fang residence remained quiet; the Grand Historian Fang acted as usual at the office. Madam Fang no longer socialized as before, claiming illness and staying home, and Fang Xiannian was nowhere to be seen. No one knew what the Fang family intended to do.

"Comfort You’er? Does comforting require hugging?" Ming Potian glared jealously at Ming Tianluo, itching to punch him! Tang Youyou’s heart was already in turmoil. Seeing Ming Potian’s expression, it was clear he hadn’t obtained the holy water; she had no mood to explain anything to him.