Volume 1, Chapter 54: Just His Sister

The moment Su Yan'er entered the room, she caught sight of the wounds on Qin Lang's back. They were a horrifying, mangled mess of blood and flesh.

Her second brother had actually been injured to this-such a severe extent.

Heart aching, Su Yan'er's tears fell once again.

"Second Brother, your injuries must hurt so much!" Su Yan'er cried as she stepped forward, her tone brimming with care and anguish.

This fleeting moment reminded Qin Lang of Qin Wan. In the past, whenever he was injured, she would show him the exact same care. Sometimes she would stay by his side, keeping him company the entire day, and even pop a candied fruit into his mouth right after he finished drinking his bitter medicine.

Recalling that past warmth, Qin Lang unconsciously curved the corners of his lips.

Yet now, his current wounds were inflicted entirely by her own hands...

"Morde, I think it's about time we head back to rest. We still have to properly accompany Hadley in a big gamble tomorrow." The second guest declined another card.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Si Yun grabbed Nai Changchuan and bolted outward, only to bump unexpectedly into Professor Huang.

Meanwhile, Kim Xiu-yeon picked up her SK mobile phone, powered it off, and slipped it into her pocket. Kim Myung-ho looked at Kim Xiu-yeon with a sense of utter helplessness.

With those words spoken, Kim Myung-ho departed. In the wake of his departure, several senior executives began whispering among themselves. Yet there was nothing they could do; escaping demotion was already considered a fortunate outcome.

As for the potential points, Li Mo had not checked them for quite some time. After going on a massive killing spree in the spatial battlefield, he had no idea how they accumulated in such massive quantities. However, according to his plan, he intended to reserve these potential points as a backup.

Amidst the guests' gazes—which felt as though they were looking at some rare, exotic animal—Kim Myung-ho and Min-hye calmly finished their meal. Min-hye paid the bill, yet she still used Kim Myung-ho's credit card. That very morning while still in the car before setting out, Min-hye had pinched Kim Myung-ho's neck and forced him to reveal his bank card PIN.

Yet this time, the Emperor had personally issued a decree for a thorough investigation. Those who might have previously shown leniency out of respect for the Duke of Huai and the Grand Princess dared not show any favoritism behind the scenes this time. Otherwise, if the Emperor were to hold them accountable later, did they really have several heads to spare for the chopping block?

Xue Dongwei sensed Xue Yu's gaze and exchanged a meaningful look with him, conveying the unspoken message: 'Things have gone seriously wrong.'

Huan Ji personally supervised these four children for a few days. Because the Eighth Prince was the Empress Dowager's biological son, he was somewhat arrogant and domineering, frequently bullying the Seventh Prince, who had been raised by the Empress Dowager Dowager.

A string of muffled curses suddenly erupted from the darkness, followed immediately by a purple-black bolt of lightning as thick as an arm, hurtling toward Sid-Ben at the speed of light.

A national war could never be concluded within just a few days. To conquer the Six Zhaos, the Tang Dynasty had prepared sufficient logistical reserves to sustain a two-year campaign. The strategic guideline issued by Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, boiled down to a single character: steady.

Therefore, holding the sixth rank was already just one step away from the threshold of high-ranking officials. It was abundantly clear that Tang Dynasty officials placed immense importance on repairing bridges and roads, even prioritizing them above the Grand General Cannons.

Yueyuan said anxiously, clutching Leng Xianning's arm in disregard of all boundaries between noble and humble. What should they do? The Princess had actually decided to agree to the marriage.

The incoming call displayed an unfamiliar number. Ning Yuanlan now developed a headache whenever she saw an unfamiliar number, yet the caller was remarkably persistent, refusing to give up even during her hesitation.

At the same time, Fang Cheng unhesitatingly drove the Primordial Creation existence energy within his body. Having undergone a decade of refinement and integration, what was it all for?

She sank her expression, unwilling to continue this topic any further, and simply followed silently behind Su Jinyan toward the northeast corner of the imperial palace.

"It's just some blood loss, and the wounds are not particularly deep, but the patient's emotional state is somewhat unstable. I suggest you find a psychological counselor to talk to her discreetly." With that, the doctor walked out of the emergency room, and shortly afterward, a nurse wheeled Nian Chuxia out from the magic-powered bed.

To provoke and enrage a sovereign, only to be crushed, defeated, driven out of the spatial domain mirror, and stripped of qualification, was nothing more than a matter of course.

"You need only find a suitable substitute!" A breeze swept past, causing the Crown Prince's pitch-black hair to flutter in the wind.

"I know, but so what?" His tone carried an inexpressible sorrow, yet to others, it sounded faintly tinged with contempt.

His father, Lin Yue, asked another question. Regarding Lin Heng's growth, he fully respected his independent will and refused to impose his own subjective desires upon him.

Until she threw the final talisman in her hand, the scorpion spirit was already riddled with holes and bleeding profusely. A wretched, sickly green blood covered the ground, and its vital aura was practically reduced to nothing.

At first, I thought it might be auditory hallucinations, but as I drew closer and closer to Qinghe, those sounds of agonizing pain grew increasingly loud.

The breakfast shop remained open until noon. Bare-chested Hú men rhythmically slapped sesame flatbreads against the oven walls, while white steam billowed richly from the bamboo steamers. The freshly baked sesame flatbreads emerged golden, flaky, crisp, and fragrant, the stuffed steamed buns leaked savory juices with every single bite, and the large bowls of soft noodles in rich broth gave off an intoxicating aroma.

He was quite lucky today to discover the carcass of a wild golden-tailed sword-mink right here. Because it possessed mid-grade potential, the asking price was thirty thousand spirit stones.

After barely managing to endure a single day, the children went home crying and making a fuss that night, complaining of aches and pains everywhere, causing their parents' hearts to break. Moreover, when they woke up the next morning, their muscles were still sore and they felt utterly limp and powerless, rendering them unable to even begin the next day's training normally.

Subsequently, he spoke to me about his past, recounting how in his twenties, he had experienced the utter despair of reaching a dead end with nowhere left to turn.

Today's lunch consisted of large steamed buns. The freshly steamed buns carried the pure, natural fragrance of grain, and even without any side dishes, Wen Yu ate with great relish.

Even if this young girl were to be cruelly ravaged, when all was said and done, it had nothing whatsoever to do with him. Xu Yi could easily go charge his phone and wait to exchange sweet messages with Wang Ning.

Wang Mingdong's face turned alternately livid and pale, shifting like a dyeing vat. Leaving behind a harsh threat, he fled the scene as if running for his life.

Immediately afterward, a look of slight relief appeared between Lu Zheng's brows—thankfully, Senior Brother Yan and Master Ye had returned safely.

Upon seeing a creature with such terrifying tunneling capabilities, Shi Hui felt a wave of anxiety: were the underground defensive fortifications truly effective? They ought to be, considering that the materials used for the defensive structures differed from ordinary civilian construction materials.

Ye Shu once again gathered his magical power at his fingertips, swiftly locating the points of entry among the several restrictions, and traced out a new restriction to complete the four restrictions that a low-grade magical artifact ought to possess. Furthermore, this restriction carried the attribute of agility, clearly carved to ensure the artifact would not feel overly clumsy when wielded in combat.