Volume One, Chapter 76: Pressing Forward Relentlessly, Prince Zhong Trembles in Fear!

Luo Chao’s life was a complete mess: the nominal husband of Ning Wanxi, Zhang Yufei’s temporary boyfriend, Li Ruotong’s true love, Shen Birong’s devoted admirer, not to mention Lan Ya and Hao Keran. If Tang Yun were added to the mix, life would truly become impossible.

Just as one would not bother with the clamor or offense of an ant, so too did Xiao Fan, having reached such heights of power, no longer care whether Camon had once offended him; different status, different mindset.

“You exaggerate, my royal brother. Since we’ve met by chance, why not join me for a meal, if you don’t mind?” Seeing An Ruiqi nod in agreement, the Emperor summoned the chief eunuch, instructing him to bring a few more dishes. “And bird’s nest congee as well,” the Emperor added languidly as the eunuch was about to leave through the screen.

At this point in the story, Supreme Treasure still longed for Bai Jingjing. His feelings for Fairy Zixia had not yet deepened.

Qiao Muchen was seen reclining elegantly by the bed, holding the morning paper. His expression betrayed nothing, but Xu Wei felt as if the room’s temperature had dropped several degrees this morning.

[Private Chat] Rain in the Bamboo Grove: I’ve been home a few days. My family’s computer is too old, and I didn’t bring my laptop back, so I haven’t played. Just came back today.

The two sat down in the side hall, and before long, a maid served fragrant tea. Ning Feng watched Zhan Long savoring his tea in leisure, wanting to speak but hesitating, a trace of worry in his eyes. Zhan Long noticed this and looked at him inquiringly. As Ning Feng hesitated, Ning Zhenhai’s figure appeared outside the door.

This comedy, which had been absurd and slapstick from the start, suddenly took on a heavier note here.

Just at that moment, as luck would have it, Feng Qingyunduan, who had received the money, sent a private message: “I’ve returned your money. That equipment was meant for your use anyway.”

At this moment, Manager Wu’s phone rang—it was a call from President Ning. Manager Wu hastily answered and recounted everything that had just happened.

She didn’t want everyone to feel that a joyful occasion had been ruined by her, nor did she wish to be the scapegoat for everyone’s blame.

Yuan Zhi Jing, of all people, liked quiet? I sneered inwardly; that bastard was probably just hiding out up here to avoid being recognized in a crowd while seeking pleasure.

Yin Yixuan’s lips curled into a charming smile, gentle yet striking in his handsomeness. “Let’s go,” he said, standing beside her. One hand reached out behind her—not quite touching her waist, but as if protecting her.

Mysterious auras of light and darkness began emanating directly from the two clans.

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[Guild Chat] Senior Brother Sun Wukong: Boss, how old is your child now? Can they go buy soy sauce yet?

“How is it different?” Seeing her stammer in such an adorable way, I broke into a rare, contented smile. Though I wanted to tease her further, her embarrassment softened my heart.

“I do it for her sake, but also for yours. Ning Xue, guilt haunts your heart, leaving you restless and weakening by the day. Now that the authorities have the evidence, why not confess everything and set down the burden in your heart?” An Ruiqi advised gently.

To keep it brief, before they realized it, it was midnight. Dark clouds blotted out the sun, mountain winds howled, and a chilling atmosphere pervaded Luohu Mountain.

If Lin Shan could master the complete Big Dipper Steps, he would have a powerful new trump card—a means to preserve his life.

A cliff cut through the rainforest, splitting the green expanse. The ever-eastward river reversed its flow here, the waterfall’s roar shaking the jungle, mingling with the strange cries of unknown beasts.

Seeing Gu Hanqing using a period from Cheng Jinzhi’s childhood—one she knew nothing of—against her, Gao Heng frowned, realizing he was at a disadvantage. With a nonchalant air, he responded.

Within just two days, Sixi had grown used to Consort Xi’s appetite. As she was about to clear the empty plates, Consort Xi instructed, “Bring me some snacks in an hour.” Sixi replied and bowed out.

Princess Yuanxi’s moving words stirred a subtle ripple in Gao Heng’s heart, though he did not speak.

In that instant, countless demons awakened, black mists surged from all directions, rising and merging into a terrifying storm that raged across the scene.

And then the thought arose—how could a mere entertainer, lucky enough to have such a dream come true, be worthy of the Crown Prince’s sacrifice?

Shisi opened his mouth, wanting to speak for Yinzhuo, but not knowing what to say, he closed it again.

Gao Heng’s heart sank; an ominous premonition began to spread within him like the thickening smoke before his eyes, causing his jaw to tense in concern.

Every faction had run simulations, but none had foreseen that the true turning point would hinge on a single person.

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Now that the Crown Prince holds regency, he dares to replace the commander of the city gates and seal the capital’s nine gates. His ambition to seize the throne could not be clearer.

Yan’s Martial Arts Hall was founded during World War II by Yan Qing of Xiaguo, promoting a martial art that blended Japanese Bushido with Xiaguo’s own traditions, known as Yan’s Martial Arts.

Li Hei seemed to sense inner peace at last; his heart was no longer consumed by dark desires and slaughter.

Though he did not understand why such a tune needed to be played, under the influence of “Predation,” the melody Qin Qianyan had just performed was now completely mastered by Li Hei.

Fang Yimeng withdrew her gaze, politely nodding to Jia Bin in thanks. As soon as Jia Bin left the ward, her eyes immediately returned.

Although Coulson and his team had been dispatched for this mission partly because of Rorschach, it did not mean Rorschach was obliged to complete it for them.

On Lu Jingshan’s side, he carefully helped Fang Yimeng adjust her scarf, letting her face show.

The officer opposite suddenly slammed the table, as if striking Guo Haiping’s heart, causing him to shudder involuntarily.

“This place is so empty—it doesn’t seem to have much, and everything looks quite new,” Mana asked curiously.

The emaciated village chief before them fell silent, facing the Buddha statue as if in confession.

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