Chapter 41: Liu Fangfang's Death

The man in the floral shirt clenched his fists so tightly that his whole body began to tremble with agitation. Clearly, this fellow was absolutely furious. Cao Bin narrowed his eyes, aimed the barrel of his gun at the man’s forehead once again, and barked, “What, looking for death? Then I’ll send you to join them right now.”

“My two brothers—have they already died at your hands?” The man in the floral shirt...

No wonder Muyuan Meng had resorted to such desperate measures. It turned out she was compelled to act for the sake of saving the one she loved most. No wonder they had come to the Sky Prison to rescue her; the atonement Muyuan Meng spoke of was for this very reason.

Zhang Fan’s havoc within the Netherworld Formation had left even the demon emperors uneasy. If he had been from the demon realm, it might have been less alarming, but the fact that he was an immortal forced them to question the motives of the celestial realm.

“Alright!” Upon hearing Chasing Moon’s words, everyone nodded in agreement, despite being unsure of what kind of reinforcements she might find. After all, anyone coming to their aid was better than none at all. Only then did Chasing Moon turn to leave.

Time slipped by in a blur, and this way of life continued for more than a month. During this period, the entire training camp was calm and peaceful. Everyone seemed diligently focused on their own cultivation, and nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

While staying with Lord Lan the War God, Kira and the others did not come looking for Fan Xueyi after all. She spent the entire afternoon drinking with Lord Lan and Liuguang.

Her rounded, fragrant shoulders were bare, her skin smooth and white as jade. As her clothes slid further down, the flawless beauty began to show blemishes—dried blood stained her skin, leaving dark red marks.

“Yes, that’s the second young master of the House of Marquis Xibo, Ji Fa. He’s become quite famous lately,” a neatly dressed young disciple remarked coldly.

These earnest and persuasive words drew the attention of everyone present, including Zhang Jiaming, who absentmindedly picked at his nose—Isn’t this the same trick I used to entice others into risking their lives for me?

Lin Moxhan, already on the verge of losing control, forced himself to hold back. Yet Mo Qianxia’s provocation made his eyes darken. With swift and forceful movements, he scooped her up and flung her onto the bed, then pressed himself down on top of her, this time face to face.

With the power of the Thousand Emperors, helping humanity through this disaster would be a trivial matter. But since he was with Hua Qianshi, he came to ask for his opinion. Now that Hua Qianshi had left without a word, the Thousand Emperors hesitated, wondering whether to act on their own or wait for Hua Qianshi to make a decision.

She was suddenly struck by fear. Even though her family now basked in glory, she couldn’t shake the terror—the sense that tomorrow might never come.

“I don’t know,” Jiang Mohan replied coolly. Only then did he remember to check the WeChat message sent by Jiang Yunchuan, and he frowned deeply.

Having become a eunuch and resigned himself to a hopeless life, Brother Feng was reinvigorated by this news. He was determined to find a way for the Fourth Prince’s consort to survive.

Zhang Yi stretched lazily, then released everyone from the Shadow Realm so they too could relax for a while.

Zhou Peiyu: I once borrowed a classmate’s homework, and her mother actually called to scold me for not studying hard. I was so embarrassed.

During her time in the palace, Xi Hongrui preferred to shape her thinking rather than just teach her modern vocabulary.

His gaze moved upward, falling upon the building before him. Suddenly, his pupils contracted—on the fourth floor stood several figures. His own parents stood there, arms tied behind their backs, cloth stuffed in their mouths. Upon seeing him, their emotions surged; they shook their heads vigorously, clearly unwilling for Ye Chen to risk himself.

But this matter with the emperor was something he absolutely couldn’t share with anyone—especially his mother, who was notorious for her loose lips. She would let it slip within just a few sentences.