Chapter 43: This Is the Last Time
He seemed to be warning her, but Xu Yu knew that wasn’t the case. She understood that these photos could never be leaked. Xu Yu had just climbed out of the icy pool, and the rooftop wind was bitterly cold; hearing Shen Liangyan’s words, her face turned paler than paper.
Her voice rasped, “You know everything?”
In fact, since Xiangxi, Xu Yu had known—had… To accommodate Yuki Minamoto’s performance, Ying Sitong was required to wear whatever Yuki wore, replicate her makeup, and match every hair accessory exactly.
My friends betrayed me, my brother died, and the world I hoped to save was nothing but a joke.
Being almost as tall as Shiying allowed her to meet his gaze with those slender phoenix eyes. Shiying, gathering his courage, glanced back and noticed her eyelashes were thick, long, and curled enchantingly.
Upon learning the situation, Qin Feng immediately made a decision: he brought Liu Ming back to the research base, accompanied by Jingxiang Yawu.
The Divine Gifted Coalition had explored every perilous place and yet failed to find the temporal node. Without locating the temporal node, they couldn’t seal the space; without sealing the space, were they to slaughter every strange beast in this alternate dimension?
In an instant, a sturdy earthen wall rose, briefly blocking the attacks from several men.
Now, the cave’s leader was a student at the half-step Golden Core level, and its members numbered at least a hundred, most at the sixth layer of Foundation Establishment or above.
He gently swung his pincers and took a few steps forward, as if engaging in some mysterious exercise.
Watching Qin Ruqing sleep soundly nearby, listening to the sound of waves, she was keenly aware of where she had arrived.
“Eason, investigate someone named Xu Chengcheng for me. She was classmates with Qiao Yang at university—find out her background.” Qiao Qi leaned back in the executive chair, unbuttoning his collar to reveal an elegant clavicle.
She strode over to Tang Qiao, placing a thick stack of documents on the table. After taking a few deep breaths, she suddenly grabbed Tang Qiao’s hand.
With such an onslaught, Lin Qi should have been torn to pieces—no, to say he was utterly obliterated would not be an exaggeration.
Fang Yuan’s eyes wandered around the office, pupils dilating slightly, reflecting the light inside. She approached Li Muyuan’s pristine desk, reaching out to gently caress its spotless surface.
Right in front of him, she exchanged glances and words with another man, shyly flirtatious, alternating between bashfulness and coyness, displaying a thousand shades of tenderness.
“Hey, Chinese boy, welcome back! I told you you couldn’t leave—how was the trip?” Zuon joked.
“Looking for me? Why? I don’t see anything we need to discuss.” Yin Xue frowned slightly, shrinking a bit further into Feng Hou’s embrace, her tone icy.
Within moments, she was seated at the bedside, peeling an orange slowly, the sweetness of her smile reaching her bones. The prince had come to rest at her place—how could she not be delighted?
Facing the current situation, the remaining Japanese soldiers in the capital surrendered en masse, while those who resisted were swiftly shot.
Hanssen placed the bird’s nest on his head, drumming with one hand, his body never idle. He teleported before Edward, and his Soul-Stabilizing Thunder Lance stabbed toward Edward again in a frenzy.
Undoubtedly, behind all this was the pro-peace faction of the Tsarist government—or rather, the pro-German faction.
At least a dozen had been slain already, yet even more Ghostfang Liao surged from the black mist, their numbers multiplying. Over fifty circled nearby, and still more emerged.
He flicked his sleeve, dispelling the golden pearl’s phantom. It was merely a projection; without the approval of the Divine Taoist, a mere phantom could not summon the treasure into reality.