Chapter Forty: The Logic Holds

Fairy Xueyun cradled Jiang Wan in her arms, her gaze fixed on the Li woman as she demanded furiously, "Li, why did you try to kill Wanwan? She was raised by your side for three years; do you truly have no shred of affection for her?"

Nestled in Fairy Xueyun’s embrace, Jiang Wan offered a reminder. "Mother, she said that she was the one who swapped us back then; she never liked me from the very beginning."

Prompted by her words, an ice sword manifested in Fairy Xueyun’s hand, pointed directly at the woman.

Just as Bu Tian had expected, this great island was no better than the rest; they were all equally deserving of death. Whether he had recorded these things to show off or for some other reason, he did not realize that he had inadvertently provided Bu Tian with the most damning evidence to strike them down.

The inn was quite large, composed of buildings surrounding a central courtyard on all four sides, with the kitchen tucked away in the furthest corner.

The boys of the Lighthouse Team swarmed forward, offering suggestions all at once. One suggested pulling it this way, another suggested twisting it that way, but each attempt only left the Optimus Prime figure looking more bizarre and distorted, making the situation even more hopeless.

"Besides, these two singers were truly excellent choices!" Lu Jiayun murmured to himself, watching Li Xiaona and Zhang Sanfeng on stage.

Key members who joined the Revival Society received gifts from the Chamber of Commerce every Christmas. Even if the value of the gifts varied, for many exiled White Russian emigrants, it was a gesture of care that made them feel a little less lonely.

"Beautiful, it’s so beautiful! How did this thing fly into the sky and bloom like a flower?" Jingjing watched in sheer wonder, stomping her feet with joy.

Hearing his words, Yin Zixu looked up, her dark eyes filled with confusion. Chu Sheng wanted to wipe the two trails of tears from the corners of her eyes, but he held himself back.

Zhou Xiangqian looked at Long Yuxin. Admittedly, had it not been for the complication with Lin Zihan, Zhou Xiangqian would have chosen Longteng Entertainment, but alas.

When he arrived, Gao Mingyuan had come alone. His speed while gliding through the void was incomparable, leaving the guards of Haitang Villa completely unaware of his presence.

Once her roommates left, the dormitory felt hollow. Su Xiaoqing clutched her abdomen and slowly crouched to the floor.

Being destroyed even as she tried to repair herself—the agony of this was not hard to imagine. Yet, Yu Meng gritted her teeth and held on, not knowing how much longer she would have to endure such torment.

Watching Xi Qianqian’s mournful expression, Hua Jiu laughed unkindly. Qin Wanfeng was the same; once he had figured out Xi Qianqian’s temper, he knew that if he tried to give her something else, she would surely return it in a fit of pique the moment she realized it was a token of affection.

With every word of death spoken, King Honghai felt a sudden chill run through him. He stood up with a sheepish grin, looking at Fang Ao with a touch of embarrassment.

"You think you can finish me in three moves?" Qin Ge’s eyes blazed with intense fervor, his fighting spirit soaring. Watching the leg flying toward him through the air, he did not even flinch.

Li Li was stunned, seemingly unable to process Wang Shouren’s words. Then, his eyes blinked as if he had suddenly understood something, and he looked at Wang Shouren with an expression of utter anguish.

In those first few years, the three of them could still curse, but now their eyes were vacant, and they could no longer even speak. If not for the fact that Qian Mou would not let them die, they would have long since had their souls scattered, with no hope of even reincarnation.

He turned abruptly and, in an instant, saw Master Yuan in his black robes standing right behind him, looking at Lu Yu with a cold sneer.

It was as if the world had lost its voice. In Hua Jiu’s eyes, she only saw Hua Mingxuan’s lips curl. He wanted to smile at her, but a jagged sword wound across his usually handsome, bamboo-like face was raw with flesh, and fresh, crimson blood welled up, instantly staining his moon-white robes.

The immense impact traveled through the giant hand of spiritual energy directly into Lin Ruyin’s body. She was struck hard enough to cough up a mist of blood, clearly suffering an injury.

However, getting lost at sea is far more terrifying than getting lost on land, because the ocean looks the same in every direction. Even when you are lost, you don't even know where it is that you are lost.