Chapter 53: The Even More Terrifying Talent of Feng Chen, the Child of Destiny

As soon as Feng Yun’s voice fell, Bai Yue was the first to rush over.

The moment she stepped into the Demon God Palace, Bai Yue cast aside all dignity as the Grand Princess and charged straight at little Feng Chen.

"Oh ho ho ho... Come here, Chenchen, let Mommy give you a hug."

Acting like a madwoman, Bai Yue scooped little Feng Chen into her arms and smothered him with kisses, sniffing him as if he were a kitten.

Feng Yun: ......

Feng Yun calmly watched this lunatic, unfazed by the thought that Bai Yue might swallow little Feng Chen alive. If someone felt the flowers of Prince Fuqing’s Estate weren't vibrant enough and wanted to dye them with blood, she couldn't very well stop them, could she?

Another student said, "Teacher, this disciple has heard that if a ruler is unrighteous, his ministers will defect to foreign lands. Now the emperor acts in perversity, plunging the myriad citizens into misery. This is precisely the time for us to risk our lives."

Veins bulged on his forehead, and his entire body trembled with anger. They were certain that if anyone uttered another word, Gu Laizi would surely strike them.

"Have you made up your mind? If you want to take it back now, there's still time." As soon as Mu Sining spoke, he began to regret it. What if Xiaoxiao simply took the opportunity to say she regretted it? Oh well, who could blame him—Mu Sining was just hopelessly in love with her, and her alone?

Hearing this, Han Yuan found it inappropriate to continue waking Ling Wu. Noticing the handwriting on Ling Wu's face, Han Yuan hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe it off.

Long before this, they had concocted countless plans, all aimed at conquering Bianzhou City without suffering any casualties.

Healing him was certainly possible, but within the span of a single incense stick? That was out of the question, especially given how many years had passed.

Xiaoxiao had originally planned to return home with Brother Lan, but now her mind was entirely consumed by Khaled! Where on earth had this man gone? When she called him last night, his phone was still unreachable, and now it had switched straight to powered off! How could Xiaoxiao not worry?

Two thousand years ago, a remarkably powerful dark-magic aristocratic family rose to prominence. They were the descendants of the Murong clan, but after the Murong clan was wiped out, they changed their surname to Ye, and thus the Ye family was born.

"Is there anything I need to help with?" Yan Ning asked, knowing Lin芊芊 wouldn't otherwise choose to bare her scars right in front of her.

Only then did everyone realize that Director Yan had already made up her mind, and her previous words were merely meant to test them. The two speakers regretted it deeply; had they known this was what Director Yan meant, they certainly would have answered the same way, perhaps even phrasing it more eloquently to bring honor to their own children.

Beneath the Jima Slope, the hair of Sima Chengjin, the God of War of the Qianyuan army, fluttered wildly without any wind as he formed hand seals with one hand. The two of them performed the exact same incantation.

The man in black said nothing, only attempting to swallow poison to commit suicide. Fortunately, Mu Yunqing discovered it in time and struck out with a palm, knocking the poison hidden between the man's teeth out of his mouth along with two of his teeth.

Most of the people present inwardly approved of this proposal; Shen Feibai truly was the optimal candidate.

For the past half-month or so, Mu Yunqing had been living like a walking corpse. She had never imagined that Beichen Yi would vanish like this once again. She hadn't even agreed to marry him yet—he could not die. She had to find him; perhaps he needed her help as well.

Qi Bi lowered her stance, her right hand gripping the hilt of her blade. The sword slipped three inches out of its scabbard, revealing a honed edge whose shimmering cold light flashed in the eyes of those few men.

Song Yun nodded. Of course she understood this logic, but as far as she was concerned, since live-streaming was currently at the peak of its trend, why not scout and develop a few more streamers?

Why worry about the rest? As long as they swallowed a mouthful of tea or water, this talisman was considered planted, regardless of how much or how little they ate.

Even the emergence of the God-Seeking Pool was tied to the Beigong family, so she wouldn't find anything strange no matter what she heard in the future.

"Heh... Just because not many people know doesn't mean no one knows! Pardon me, but this humble person happens to be one of the ones who knows!" Xiao Tian replied.

Thinking this, Ai Qing's heart settled once more. An elegant smile returned to her face, and she sat properly and obediently beside Li Mingyi.