Chapter 55: He Had Long Been Scheming Against Her

After sending the message, Li Jiuwei showed it to Jiang Huaijing. The expression on his face was nothing short of spectacular.

"Li Jiuwei, you must really hate me," he said.

"You’re not worth it," Feng Su interjected, unable to restrain himself. "Weiwei isn’t so preoccupied that she’d waste her feelings on hatred for you. Her joys, sorrows, anger, and delight are all with me."

"Feng Su, you stole her from me. I’ll never forget this," Jiang Huaijing warned.

"I only hope you won’t," Feng Su retorted, "because Weiwei has always—"

Even the martial arts masters, renowned for their formidable skills, were utterly enthralled, each bearing a look of deep contemplation as if they had gained much from what they had heard.

“No wonder he’s the notorious Valley Master of the Valley of Villains, one of the world’s few supreme grandmasters. He’s just unbelievable,” Landen muttered inwardly, his eyes shining as he stared at Old Wang, wishing he could rush back that instant and hand over all the dark elves to him.

There happened to be a taxi parked at the entrance. I tossed Zhao Donglai into the back seat and got into the passenger seat myself.

Earlier, I had been completely absorbed, oblivious to anything happening outside. Now, all was calm, but I could sense a dense, ominous black aura quietly lingering outside the tent.

Han Ziye, oddly enough, had become exceptionally considerate while his right hand was in a cast. His words were still as venomous as ever, but his change of behavior warmed Han Lianyi’s heart.

Bai Tianfan flashed a sly grin, reached out, and effortlessly gathered the Emperor’s Nectar—which had already finished flowing at some unknown point—under a five-colored divine light. The vast river of nectar, stretching for hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, shrunk instantly into a golden orb of liquid, floating above Bai Tianfan’s palm.

When the citizens of Buniya City heard that food supplies were being distributed at the train station, they were overjoyed. They flocked to the station, lining up in orderly rows under the soldiers’ direction to receive the relief rations.

The main palace building, the largest one at the center, was truly enormous—so imposing that the highest building on the fifth level, with its ten stories, reached only half its height. Just looking at it was enough to feel its vast and majestic presence.

“You’re even more beautiful than yesterday!” Qin Yu turned around. The words slipped out before he could even think.

“Where are the captains of the Flower-robed Sparrow Guard and the Silver-robed Fish Guard?” I turned to the wall, and four figures emerged—Li Xuer and Nio’s subordinates.

Qiu Yu filled her plate and found an empty seat to eat. A message came in, and when she checked it, she couldn’t help but smile—Huanhuan was inviting her out for dinner over the weekend and asked her to choose the place. Though it was still six days away, it was something to look forward to.

Hearing Yu Tian’s words, Xu Han finally raised her head. She gazed at Yu Tian, who wore a gentle smile, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that, at that moment, her heart felt as if it were bathed in a warm and radiant sunlight.

It was all because she was so excited to see Lu Shiye yesterday that she had forgotten such an important matter. But it wasn’t too late to remember now.

Her hand moved to Ji Lingzhou’s abdomen, but the next moment, she froze. She could distinctly feel the changes in Ji Lingzhou’s body—a sensation she was already very familiar with.

“Why? Why do you think?” Liu Haizhong, clutching a pair of iron pincers, couldn’t catch up to Liu Guangtian due to his bad leg and had to stop.

Cheng Yunan sensed the resentment and realized she couldn’t tease this creature too much, or it might not cooperate next time.

Because of the collapse of the golden vase, the empress dowager Hu’s security had certainly been weakened. Now that Prince Qinghe was leading the White-robed Scholars to Yongning Temple to rescue the emperor, it was bound to arouse her suspicion.

The man sat in his place, his height indeterminable, and his thin frame—perhaps from a poor appetite—did nothing to diminish his formidable presence.

This strike was unlike the demon-slaying blows of Jiang Chuan and Jin Feng, whose killing intent would drag all beings into endless hell.

There was no need to waste more time on this matter; appraising antiques was a far more practical use of time.

A thunderous roar—Black Phantom Devil Bear was thrown to the ground by the force of the explosion. The wounds on its chest sprayed blood and flesh everywhere. In agony, it rolled and howled, but when the blast’s aftershock faded, it got to its feet, glared at the deep pit ahead, touched its wounds with a massive claw, and strode forward.