Chapter 122: He Alone Knows the Truth

Feng Su’s gaze followed, and sure enough, he saw Feng Huang together with Li Jingchen!

“Wei Nanbei will never marry her.”

“So certain?”

Feng Su idly spun the teacup in his hand, glancing nonchalantly at the spot below.

“Wei Nanbei already has someone he loves.”

He has someone he loves?

Li Jiuwei had never heard of this, and Wei Nanbei himself had never mentioned it. This man truly knew how to hide his heart!

Later, Shen Mobai received a phone call. This time, instead of stepping out to answer, he picked it up directly.

Mingyue had no choice but to nudge Xiao Feng, who was pressed up right behind her, signaling him to act more convincingly.

Li Jing, who had once been fiercely righteous, clear-cut, and decisive, how could she so thoroughly abandon her former self when confronted with someone like Chen Daowei?

Kong Tong Yulian truly was thoughtful. For those from the Three Realms Divine Palace, obtaining a Beast Spirit Ring might be easy, but for the people of the Five Kingdoms, getting a top-tier Beast Spirit Ring was nearly impossible.

He Zilan eyed him curiously as well, wanting to know what was really going on. Of course, in her gaze was also an unmistakable, starstruck admiration, as if Zhao Renfan were capable of anything.

“What’s going on? Why does restoring my cultivation feel like I’ve taken an aphrodisiac?” Zhao Renfan’s eyes fell on Lou Junruo’s exquisite body, and he nearly had a nosebleed.

Qi Anluo’s commotion was sure to draw a doctor, and Zhu Ya didn’t hesitate, opening the door and hurrying out. The strength of a mother is formidable. Somehow, Qi Anluo found the energy to fight and bite her way free from the nurse, stumbled to the door, and dashed out.

Yet that sweet, delighted feeling did not last long. The tremulous warmth I’d just begun to feel was promptly ruined by a few careless words from Yu Minghui.

Despite her anxiety, Qi Anluo waited an entire day before calling Qin Qing. But Qin Qing’s phone was switched off. She tried the unfamiliar number as well—still off. An uneasy premonition grew in her heart, and she went to Ning Jianyuan’s residence, only to be told he had not returned.

Chu Yun had an idea. Her hands were tied behind her back, her mouth sealed with tape, and she shook her head, whimpering.

Within the Celestial Palace, Lang Yu personally selected the location for Yu Chengzi’s dwelling: on the third level of the Demon King’s tier, halfway up a mountain. The old man refused to stay in the palace, insisting on a cave residence. Yu Ruoxian, however, had to stay within the palace and set her sights on the grand hall of the Peacock King, a hundred miles from Yu Chengzi.

“I can’t, I just can’t take your money,” Grandma Li said, flustered and uneasy.

Qingtan killed someone’s junior disciple, so Wancang Hai could understand why the vengeful, lawless party had come seeking revenge. Ordinarily, this wasn’t his concern, and in the past, he would have deflected the disaster onto Qingtan and looked out for himself.

Prince Changle? Yuan Ziyou? The son of Prince Pengcheng, Yuan Xie. Why is he calling for me? He Luhun’s string of questions went unanswered as he was dragged onto a horse and whisked away.

At that moment, Xingyu voiced his thoughts. Just then, a deafening barrage of knocking erupted from every stall in the restroom, so loud it seemed the partitions might come crashing down.

Wow, who would have thought that after being stomped by the Monarch, the Green Dinosaur’s cleverness would finally surface—learning from a setback. Brilliant.

“Even if he didn’t commit murder, just for what he did before, is it wrong for me to hate him?” Chen Miao said irritably.

The others looked at each other in stunned silence, completely shocked by what was happening. Each felt their mind was struggling to keep up with the dizzying pace.

Truly untouchable. Yet there were no restraints on his own body. Lang Yu ignored them and closed his eyes again, feeling inwardly. As soon as he activated a technique, the surrounding profound energy rushed to him, disproving the dragons’ claims that he was unable to absorb it. Clearly, he was different from them. Lang Yu opened his eyes, looked at the Azure Dragon, and smiled slyly.