Chapter 57: The Nangong Family Banquet

After leaving the orientation event, Liu Dong took a taxi to the airport, and on the way, he called Vulture.

But my head ached terribly. Whenever I tried to think about complex matters, the pain struck like a thunderbolt. I felt as if my head were an egg about to hatch, something inside restless, eager to break through my consciousness and burst out.

“Since you’re back, you should lead the Su family army! I refuse to command troops!” Su Jinli pouted, leaning on Gu Mingjue’s shoulder coquettishly.

At that moment, those two understood his true intention—it was all about himself later on—and their eyes filled with a wave of disgust.

Overall, things were progressing smoothly, yet the closer they got to their destination, the more puzzled Charles became.

Wei Ziyuan hesitated briefly before deciding to send Princess Ba forward to bear the brunt of Imperial Consort Su’s wrath.

Cousin Chu’s eyes held a smile—a serene one, like the blooming of a rare flower called Trachelospermum jasminoides. It was a look he had never seen before.

The gazes cast upon Han Jinyu were surprised but not hostile; some even smiled and nodded in greeting.

“Carnier, don’t act rashly. None of this is normal,” Fengong’s calm yet angry voice came from beside him.

Returning to work, I became even more diligent, though that mysterious bleeding illness would flare up from time to time, weighing heavily on my heart.

As he pondered whether to assist the giant ape, a sudden red glint flashed through the primordial divine eyes.

After hanging up, Yile returned to the living room and found Emilia staring at him with wide, blinking eyes.

The next afternoon, Xue Rengui led Gao Shun and the soldiers of the Xianzhen Camp to a mountain near Dong Commandery.

Ye Kong, sitting in another seat, was the protagonist yet now could only act like a puppet, letting his sister clean up the mess. There was no way out; the debts he had incurred had stripped him of any voice.

Ji Ling charged forward with a death wish, paying no heed to arrows, determined to cut down as many Yuan Shao’s soldiers as possible—though in truth, he sought only his own demise.

Several dozen yards away, a squad of Tuyuhun cavalry had just broken through the formation but had no time to turn back for another charge. Their leader felt a sudden vibration in his eardrums and a chill shot past his scalp, narrowly missing him.

A long-armed demonic slave near Wuenqi stopped, inhaling deeply.

There is a kind of person called blind loyalty; Batu was not blindly loyal, for the blindly loyal do not discern right from wrong. Batu was blindly righteous—he knew right from wrong but could not grasp when to advance or retreat. He spared Wuenqi and Zhulan Tuya’s lives because he understood right and wrong; yet, he chose a path of death through his inability to choose wisely.

Li Xuantian stepped forward; a terrifying aura radiated from him, faintly surpassing the peak realm of the Supreme State.

From Li Yuyun’s palm strike just now, it was clear her strength had undergone a qualitative leap.

“Today truly brings double blessings. My master said that if you die, I’ll become the head of the Red Flower Society,” Su Jianfeng’s eyes burned fiercely as he fixed his gaze on Lu Fan.

He shook his head, sat up from the stretcher, and vigorously shook his limbs; his disjointed joints immediately aligned.

As for his consent to Jiang Ning marrying Zhou Xun, it was merely under pressure, unwilling to fall out with Qin Jiao.

As the eerie chant of the Grand Offering began, he suddenly raised his staff and struck down at Qin Chong.

Still silent, Aunt Si produced a pack of wet wipes from the side and handed them to Tang Wan.

While Su Jiajia spoke, listening to Tang Wan’s voice, she felt the world was profoundly unjust.

“Are you not even certain what wish you want? Hmph,” Yan Fengqili saw a reflection of his own past in Weber; he too had once been quite confused.

All information left no trace; it self-destructed upon appearance, leaving no evidence.

Shen Zhili grew shy under Xiao Ling’s gaze, lowering her eyes. The tips of her ears, hidden beneath her hat, quietly warmed and flushed.

“Moon Fairy, when will you change it?” The Old Mistress’s heart tensed; this was what she feared most.

Brother Jiu smiled bitterly and nodded, enduring the pain as he stepped out. Unlike the battered old dog, he bore no external wounds; aside from a pained expression, he appeared normal.

Song Yujia approached, ignoring their gossip. She knew they were neighbors but, busy as they were, had little interaction, especially since she was temporarily residing there, so no need for contact.

Duoer raised her head to look at the big tree, her eyes confused. She seemed able to hear the tree’s soul but couldn’t understand what it wished to express.

In Wang Xiaoling’s view, secret investigations were merely low-profile affairs; all covert methods could be employed.

A vast net woven from flames was hurled by Song Lingyan from above, descending to envelop Lu Qingyu. The fiery net spanned wide, flames twisting and swirling unpredictably—a clearly perilous trap.

Thanks to this connection, the task of receiving the Great Archmage Sedelos fell to Filia, who had been on the continent and wanted to learn about Yan Fei’s current status.

Watching Luo Yixuan leave, Dong Yi took a silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand he had just touched—Jiang Yingmeng saw this and paled, clenching her fists tightly. The CEO actually found her dirty! If so, why did he still touch her?

The third stage of the Heavenly Tribulation appeared only to those undergoing the trial to ascend; such candidates were nearly predetermined to have hope of ascension, thus earning the Heavenly Dao’s mercy with the simplest of flying immortal tribulations.

Yue Longtian still bore a shadow in his heart after the drunken incident with Xiao Feifei; realizing they were not in his room, he immediately sat up.

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