Chapter 60

Even ordinary people, even if they harbor resentment, would rarely voice it directly, always offering polite remarks about having long since forgotten.

Adrift in the darkness, her thoughts scattered. Those people treated her like the mud beneath their feet, stepping on her however they pleased, while she was forced to walk the path they laid out for her—devoid of freedom, dignity, and self.

Although Mu Xiaoxiao spoke softly, her words reached the ears of Min Hua and Gongsun Yunze, causing both of their expressions to darken simultaneously.

Clearly, the Emperor's letter had subdued the Empress Dowager. Having subsided her anger, the Empress Dowager soon turned her hostility toward the Empress.

In truth, none of the three nations knew how to break the curse. This was because such a curse had not been created by them, nor by the Emperor.

From beginning to end, the Empress had not sent anyone to intervene, and Prince Kang’s side remained quiet as well. It was obvious that the matter was beyond redemption, causing the others to calm down, though what they truly thought in their hearts remained impossible to tell.

Yet he could not fathom for the life of him what the purpose was of trapping himself in this boundless sea of spiritual energy. Could this be a test? Or was there a deeper mystery?

Han Feng and Murong Xue exchanged glances, both looking somewhat surprised. They had not expected such a coincidence, landing right between their two opposing factions.

Xu Feifei was utterly unaccustomed to being held in Qian Ren's arms and treated with such intimacy in public. Thus, she practically bolted away in a panic, terrified that Qian Ren might let loose his primal instincts right then and there before so many people, completely disregarding the occasion and doing goodness knows what to her.

Seeing her near-nervous breakdown, Leng Muzhen could not help feeling a pang of sympathy, and her expression calmed as she replied, "You say I am showered with affection, but you do not realize what I must give in return. Sometimes, the greater the affection received, the heavier the responsibility upon one's shoulders. Comfort and distress are equal for everyone in the end; why torment one another?"

At the thought of the curse, Peng Bo withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the phone in his hand. Ever since boarding this car, aside from a brief glance out the window, he had kept his head down, tinkering with his device.

Ling Yue's room had been personally decorated by Lady Li. On the third day after arriving in the capital, she mentioned wanting to go out for a stroll, so Old man Tang, who guarded the courtyard, was asked to accompany her outside for a day.

Consequently, dozens of people were organized that very night. Throughout the night, they prepared mourning garments, banners, white cloth, wooden clubs, and other equipment.

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When we reached that cave once more, dawn had already broken. Wuna was lying on a pile of straw, staring blankly at the cave ceiling with empty eyes. No one was guarding her, yet she showed no intention of escaping whatsoever—her belly was distended high, looking ready to burst at any moment, as labor was imminent.

After finishing the meal, Yi Han felt that those miraculous foods had already taken effect, and his whole body burned with dry heat.

For Li Chang'an, it was not merely a question of terror, but a question of life and death.

Well, exceptional men are always contested for, because they possess a radiant exterior and a superior status.

Though somewhat reluctant, Tong Rui stepped outside to the police station's reception room and summoned Peng Bo to the interrogation room. Seeing that it was her older brother who had come, Tong Beibei immediately made a demand: she insisted on going to the monitoring room no matter what. She absolutely could not miss Peng Bo's deduction, especially a deduction that had already been proven entirely correct.

He chuckled, casually describing it as a "bargain," but beneath his robes, a tail slowly poked out, covered in fluffy brownish-yellow fur, swaying leisurely behind him.

"Brother Yi, if you don't blame us, we'll head down now?" They confirmed once more before dispersing.

When I was in France, I also experienced a schedule with three matches in a single week for weeks on end, though naturally, nothing as sustained as a whole month like here.

When Lan Yiwei and Lan Feiyue appeared, the restaurant manager recognized them at once and personally received them, leading them straight to the second floor.

A surge of chilliness rose in Jiusi's eyes. With a flash, he suddenly appeared before Jiusi, his fists wreathed in battle energy, striking toward Ziyun like lightning.

Just as Chu Feng commanded the golden-winged blood-eyed roc to descend a fraction, a volley of arrows was shot directly at him. The rebel soldiers atop the city walls had already spotted him.

Senior Sister Huowu took a tentative bite out of curiosity, instinctively disliking it at first. However, after chewing gently for a moment, she felt that the sausage actually possessed a unique flavor—somewhat spicy, yet exceptionally delicious.

The impression he gave was bizarre. Even now, clearly appearing as Feiyue's boyfriend, he felt profoundly aloof. Feiyue was completely unaware of his attendance at the charity gala the previous night, either. He could not help worrying just how many things this Zhongli Fei was keeping secret from his younger sister.

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"And for the space shuttle as well." Mo Qiang surveyed his surroundings, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as he muttered, "They seemed to know all along that the space shuttle was inside the black hole. Hejiu appearing in the military camp was for this exact reason. They used me to kill Hejiu, and I will kill them to take the space shuttle!" A cold light flashed in Mo Qiang's eyes.

Right at that moment, Zhang Fan rushed directly to Aines's side and handed the medicinal pill over.

She discovered that it was not just her; many others had also received Ancestral Divine Artifacts and Sovereign Divine Artifacts to varying degrees, leaving everyone standing frozen in place.

"You can sense the aura of the military order, so I'll go first." As soon as Mo Qiang finished speaking, his figure vanished.

Both were professionally trained competitors. The reason people involuntarily exclaimed "How beautiful!" while watching athletic competitions is that the movements of professionally trained individuals are indeed distinct from amateurs—a trait particularly noticeable in events like track and field and table tennis.

She noticed that his complexion had turned pale once more. When she placed her hand over the one he had rested on the table, she found that his hand had grown terribly cold again.

Only the innermost talisman had been peeled off and seemed as though it had been slapped right back on. Who on earth could be so idle?

Initially, Jun Rongfan figured that since everything was fine now, the two of them should simply return to their respective homes. Yet stubbornly, his hand firmly grasped hers, refusing to loosen its grip by even a fraction. When she opened her mouth to tell him to let go, he merely gazed at her with those pitch-black eyes.

"Done?" Seeing that Quail's arm had returned to normal, Allen widened his eyes in astonishment. Originally, inviting Zhuang Yi was merely a shot in the dark. Yet Zhuang Yi had restored Quail's arm to normal in such a short span of time—it was simply miraculous.

Peng San's corpse had already been charred; it was impossible to use it for a soul-returning ritual, so what could one possibly do with a burnt corpse?

With members of the Void Sect and the Dragon King Palace entering, the excavation speed accelerated, and the pit grew deeper. Yet half a morning passed, and they still had not found Old Ding, not even a single shoe of his.