Volume 1, Chapter 63: The Sword Hanging Over the Head

Seeing the large swollen bump on Xia Fangyuan's ankle, Gong Shaoxie tightly furrowed his deep black brows, a wave of self-blame washing over him. If he hadn't pulled her to dance, she would never have sprained her foot.

"Is there any need for you and me to take wedding photos?" They weren't marrying out of love. Xia Fangyuan imagined that seeing a wedding portrait of herself and Gong Shaoxie hanging in the house in the future would feel utterly ridiculous.

Feng Wu turned a blind eye to Luo's gaze. Though her mind was somewhat unsettled now, to avoid being detected, her expression remained placid, accompanied by a few covert rolls of her eyes before she turned her gaze back toward the formation.

It wasn't until more than fifty cultivators from the Heavenly Hidden Palace battle team had been cut down that their leader, Yu Zheng, finally snapped to his senses.

The stone platform began to crack continuously under the primal law force released by Jiang Xiao. As the stone platform collapsed, a ring emerged from its center, slowly rotating and automatically slipping onto Jiang Xiao's wrist.

How could Xia Rensheng know that trying to catch Lu Shu, who was determined to run, was utterly impossible unless an S-class expert arrived in person.

Nangong Yunyao nodded, glanced at the person on the second floor, and then followed him toward the third floor.

Instantly, Nangong Yunyao shook his head, fighting hard to clear his mind. He clenched his teeth and cast a cold, detached gaze toward the spirit-monkey-like figure not far away.

At noon, Barce very punctually had meals delivered: fish, shrimp, rice, and bone soup, served in very generous portions. I therefore called Pifei and Taisang over to eat together.

"I vouch for this with my personal honor," Ye Jianmin said with utmost seriousness, making it clear how crucial this matter was to him.

"Brother Stylish, you can browse the clothes yourself, but you'll have to wait until we go upstairs before you can buy them," Tang Lingxuan reminded Qin Long before he left.

Huang Jun repeatedly reviewed all the documents multiple times, yet still found not a single clue. With no other options left, he finally decided to seek out Shu Yao.

"Mom, this guy and I are not classmates at all, we just happen to go to the same school," Xia Yao said indignantly.

Huang Jun said helplessly, "You overestimate me. What on earth is this about? Why make it so secretive?"

Sure enough, after hearing this, Zhang Houbo sighed and said, "Fine, fine. I will tell you everything I know so you can rest assured. I never intended to harm you intentionally. In fact, if things go smoothly this time, you might even obtain unimaginable benefits."

The middle-aged white man speaking was none other than the president who had proposed using a nuclear bomb to attack Ye Qiu during the European headquarters meeting.

Living like a walking corpse in the Central Island was far better than surviving in the Northern Island; at least being able to feel pain there was a form of gain.

"Because it is our affair, I must now prevent it from happening. Furthermore, I must remind you of something: the Moon Fairy is already dead. Even if you resurrect her, what good will it do? In the end, she would merely be a puppet possessing the empty shell of the Moon Fairy," said Xuan Han.

At this thought, Ji Tian did not dare to delay for even a moment. Calling out to the Heaven-Swallowing Toad, he gave up on searching for the demon fox, put away the Kuiniu Drum—which he could not refine for the time being—and hopped onto the Toad to make a swift escape.

Upon hearing the name Chen Tianming, both the Sect Master and the heads of the other three courtyards wore expressions of astonishment.

Now she didn't feel at all that the word "pig" uttered from Ling Xiu's mouth was an insult; instead, she felt it was a term of endearment from him. Having grown accustomed to it, she actually disliked it when Ling Xiu called her by her actual name.

Yet, thinking of how Ling Xiu's left arm had been broken by her own hands, and how she was no longer what she used to be, she still feared the gaze of a mere human. This realization made the anger in her heart erupt like a volcano.

Tang Rao glanced around. Indeed, there was truly no one else who was completely unscathed and looked as utterly relaxed as he did.

The next day, early in the morning. A thick, hazy fog had risen over Fengtian City, milky-white and swirling in mid-air like a giant bolt of silk enveloping the heaven and earth beneath the firmament.

Of course, she couldn't really be considered tricked by Tang Rao; rather, Yun Hai had approached him of his own accord, and as it happened, Yun Hai's talent was breathtaking.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jinyan didn't even spare it a glance, merely uttering a casual "thank you" before having her maid take it, immediately resuming her cheerful chatter with Xin Nianyan.

"Hehe, they will remember what true fear is," Gu Qinghuan said, a rare flash of ruthlessness crossing her face.

"You wouldn't know, milord, but werewolves are also graded. The one shot dead by that fellow earlier was just an ordinary werewolf, incapable of human speech, acting purely like a beast."

"Damn it, you've got a death wish." A hot-tempered student, unable to bear Gangluo's mockery any longer, stepped forward aggressively, summoned his mecha, and prepared to fight Gangluo on the spot.

Chen Shumin was speechless. It was one thing for this dead girl to eavesdrop on her sister and brother-in-law's sweet talk.

The imperial court couldn't possibly mine all the mineral veins by itself; instead, it mostly sold the mining rights through contracting, keeping seventy percent for itself while the rest was bought by outsiders.

Xia Ze observed the three figures' attire, deportment, and demeanor, all of which exuded the temperament of cultivators from the mountains. Although Yao Ming hadn't explicitly stated it, the four were clearly mountain-dwellers beyond a doubt.

Today was the penultimate day of the originally scheduled martial arts competition for marriage. Three victors would be selected today, and tomorrow the final candidate for the Western Xia prince consort would be chosen by Princess Yinchuan. Therefore, if there were any under-the-table manipulation to be done, today was the absolute last chance.

Li Xia had no choice but to explain that she just happened to be here on a business trip and decided to get the check-up and procedure done locally.

Jia Rong mingled among the crowd, covertly slipped out of the imperial palace, changed his attire in a secluded spot, and went to rendezvous with the Ningguo Mansion guards.

He was terrified that Xiang Shaolong would come looking for trouble; Drogba simply could not believe his eyes.

If Wang Tiexiong's words were meant to deceive me and he actually harbored other intentions all along, then naturally, I would not let them off the hook.