Chapter 41

Time slipped by unnoticed. The treasured fox nestled against him all the while, and he kept gently stroking and kissing her, murmuring sounds that only he could understand.

Unexpectedly, right after she finished her breakfast, Lady Lu sent someone to invite her to Dexin Hall for a talk.

When she saw the furious, upright spear beneath Wei Feng, engorged and thickened to an incredible size, her face flushed red. In her eyes shimmered a bashful yet expectant glimmer.

Compared to the abyssal lands riddled with volcanoes, this bank of the Styx was chilled by the river’s wind. If not for the constant warmth of the water, this place could not have become such a fertile cradle for the breeding of demon worms.

Li Changan lifted her head to gaze northwest—the direction of Chang’an. Behind her, a blood-red afterglow of sunset slowly sank beneath the horizon.

Everyone present was clever; with her subtle and skillful words, doubt had already begun to take root in their hearts.

Panicking, the one-horned dragon swung his serrated blade sideways at Wei Feng’s waist. Though the move appeared mutually destructive, in truth it was meant to force Wei Feng back.

It was said that Li Ruolin was moved by this and finally looked at Bubble properly, deciding to take Bubble to her home the next day to meet her parents.

Even though Qing Ming’s current position was still beneath Li Douliang and Ramoche, in terms of aura she already seemed to surpass them.

“Oh, I spend all day here, can’t go anywhere, I’m bored to death—I just went out for some fresh air,” Qin Yue’er retorted.

“There’s no one left—why do you still have to go?” Yan Anxing looked at the man, a bit agitated.

Mo Yanxiu watched her quietly, reached out to take her pulse. Nothing unusual, just a touch of weakness.

When Ling Mo brought Shen Weilai to the Qi family, it was already four in the afternoon. Only Pei Yu and his mother were home.

“Your Majesty, what do you plan to do about Concubine Jue? Should this old servant find a way to arrange things?” Sensing the empress already had a plan and seeing her calm down, Nanny Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If it was someone from the court, why act so secretly and leave no name behind? Wouldn’t they want this perfect chance for promotion and wealth?

Lost in thought, Ye Xiaomei slumped by the bedside, took out her phone, scrolled through her photos, laughing and crying at the same time, deleting everything until nothing was left.

“All right.” Ling Mo poured himself another cup, drank, then set it down.

Ever since that incident, Li Moran had been busy—at just thirty, the captain had become a celebrity in all of S City.

“Wretched maid! Why didn’t you say earlier that Qin Li hanged herself?” Bai Li Yuxin snapped, slapping the table and rising to her feet, her voice cold.

“What’s wrong, are you mad?” Seeing the man’s slight annoyance, Ye Xiaomei stuck out her tongue sheepishly. Truth be told, the man was rather cute when pretending to be angry.

After paying the fare and walking a few steps, Lin Feng saw Zhou Cheng and Liang Chen at the entrance to the sports arena. Both wore dark sunglasses; their popularity was soaring.

“Fan Yunxiang, if you want to kill me, don’t blame me! Humph, even if you are the heir of Prince Fanyang, even if Fanyang himself wanted my life, I, Bu Qu, would see him dead first! Fan Yunxiang, die for me! Hahaha…” Bu Qu chuckled and snorted coldly.

At first, Old Chen was reluctant to go, but Shi Youcai said he’d gotten a rare old wine, hoping everyone would have a taste. Old Chen, who had a fondness for drink, was less annoyed by Shi's previous behavior. Persuaded by the director, he finally agreed.

The light cruiser Galatea’s bridge had collapsed, and the superstructure was in ruins. All three main turrets were destroyed. Though her engines remained intact, the Galatea could no longer be called a warship.

The Empire State Building’s name might sound political, but it is not the seat of government; it serves instead as the headquarters for several world-renowned corporations.

“There’s nothing for it. There’s always too much to do in the mornings at home. You’ll understand when you have kids,” Sister Zhang said with a laugh.

Standing below the stage with Han Bing, Lin Feng felt his hair stand on end—Zhou Cheng had used the stage to take a tremendous leap forward, achieving ninety-seven percent. That sense of shock and familiarity had been absent for a long, long time.

In 1932, H. H. Kung visited Europe. While in Italy, the two sides agreed the Italians would sell aircraft to China, help establish an air force, and even build aircraft factories in China.

Mango looked around at his ministers’ anxious faces. Once again, the time traveler’s sense of superiority crept over his own features. Mango knew the British would not push him too hard; after all, they needed him to resist the Germans. Appeasement had always been the British way.

It was then that Mo Qilang came running back. The rock was high, so he hadn’t seen Yang Wang’s appearance, but seeing everyone’s pale faces and the disciple with a dagger in his throat, he knew something had gone terribly wrong.

To give an example: if Yang Wang had been ignorant of the laws of the Xuanwu Palace and killed someone in public, he would be sent to the Execution Terrace and lose his life, let alone fulfill Yang Xuan’s dream.

“All right, but until I break this feng shui formation, I’ll capture your soul in this bottle. If you truly suffer injustice, I’ll see you righted. But if you dare deceive me, I’ll show no mercy,” Chen Mengsheng said, producing a porcelain bottle from his robe.

He quickly shook his head, forced a smile, and replied it was no problem. Yet in his heart, Ye Yu couldn’t help complaining—it was precisely because he’d taken this ride that he felt so awful. If he had to ride again, he feared he’d collapse before ever reaching the hospital.

The sword light burst forth—just from the name alone, one could discern the technique’s nature. The Sword Absolute was unparalleled in the world. With a flick, the feathered sword soared, and in an instant, countless phantoms appeared.