Volume One, Chapter 55: Yuan Ya Protects Her Husband

“Very well, I will tell you—I will defeat you openly and honestly. I will declare to the underworld that I am the king of the underworld!” The Shadow Emperor roared in fury.

Despite Su Xiao’s confident demeanor, the team lost the match, revealing that the others’ performances left much to be desired, somewhat dragging the team down.

Hearing this, Shi Quan and the others couldn’t help but recall the few globes they had already found. Yet, Jürgen’s home had one as well, and if it was truly just about the globes, it didn’t quite add up logically.

“I see. Thank you. By the way, did Akira originally conceive the short play with the idol and fan robot concept?” Sayuri Matsumura inquired.

The cityscape remained unchanged. She wanted to urge her horse forward, but Shen Mu Chi only allowed her to follow behind the carriage.

In these past few days, she was able to eat solid food again. With stable nourishment, her condition began to improve.

Scarred Man pulled out his phone and made a call to Young Master Sun. When the call connected, he put it on speaker.

Zhu Hao finally reached behind Xiao Yiran, gripping a handkerchief and swiftly covering her mouth and nose before she could react. The person in front struggled briefly before going limp and collapsing.

Taking advantage of everyone’s attention being elsewhere at the cave entrance, Shi Quan quietly pressed his left hand against the wall. Unfortunately, no new arrows appeared on the map’s display this time. Slightly disappointed, he withdrew his arm and left the cool shade of the cave mouth.

Liu Meng left the Phoenix Mountain Hotel, parked the truck in the lot, and wandered around the county town, purchasing some essential supplies.

If she were gone, who would she vent the grievances she had accumulated over more than twenty years? To whom could she appeal?

“Rest assured, if I ever rise to prominence, I will never forget you brothers!” Kong Tianhao said proudly, patting his chest. He even glanced at Qin Shan, as if showing off his prowess.

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“Yes.” Naturally, Ye Ziyi couldn’t recall events from when she was barely over a year old, but hearing Liu Zhuang’s words lessened her guard somewhat. After all, the kindness and care this person showed didn’t seem feigned, and she saw no reason to be overly suspicious and hurt his goodwill.

Fu Lin had to return to the Qianqing Palace to attend to affairs of state. Today was the first day after the lunar New Year’s sealing, busy with governance.

In the blink of an eye, six years had slipped by like a gentle breeze over flowing water, passing through Mo Qiuhuai’s fingers without leaving a trace.

They were still children, weren’t they? How did they come to be discussing marriage? Yi Xuejia’s body felt limp as she slipped into the river of memories.

Within that ripple, along with the name, came the knowledge of how to capture and release the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Purification Vase.

“Master is teasing me again!” Amei covered her face, embarrassed beyond words. Yongyi found it amusing and joined in the teasing nearby.

Meanwhile, out of Su Yanqing’s sight, a part of the slain beast—some unknown section—was cut off and skewered with one of the swords, then placed over the fire to roast.

Of course, Xia You didn’t really care whether he could catch up or not. He only hoped Zhenbai could be happy. But now that Zhenbai herself wanted to take part in the Rookie Award, things couldn’t proceed at a leisurely pace.

Yet he always couldn’t help but think, always felt this way, and these thoughts could only be kept locked in his heart, unable to be shared with anyone.

At the same time, a burst of red flowers exploded behind him—these were the red blossoms Jiang Puti conjured to block the attack for him.

But Long Jin Xiu and Pu Nanchuang paid no mind to the box and sack’s whereabouts; their only concern was Liu Sanleng’s fate.

In such an oppressive, fearful, and utterly despairing situation, Ma Zhong became their faith, their hope, their light.

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Long ago, by chance, she had played a sister-themed H game illustrated by Eri Kashiwagi and had fallen in love with that art style.

Upon hearing this, Feng’er Hua pondered and seemed to finally understand Jiang Xinqiu’s meaning. She said nothing but leapt nimbly onto the tops of the cedar trees, then bounded several times until vanishing without a trace.

Afterward, Chu Yunduan had no intention of lingering. The doubts surrounding the Chu family had been resolved, and there were more important matters awaiting him outside.

Hearing Lin Xiu’s words, Tang Zhi, already grievously wounded, became so furious that he coughed up fresh blood again.

Moreover, since claiming the title of Empress Dowager, Empress Luo rarely interfered with palace matters. Yet when disturbances arose, she would intervene with methods that commanded respect and obedience.

They were not like other wealthy families who forced their children to study this or that; their time was freely arranged.

When the two collided, a terrifying shockwave erupted instantly from the point of impact, sweeping across a radius of dozens of yards. The surrounding mountain walls and rocks shattered explosively.

The knights of the Theodore family and the Eternal Dominion were close behind, the clatter of metal armor ringing through the air.

“All right, all right, I’ll help you choose. Drink this milk first, then pick out an outfit suitable for meeting the parents!” Mu Qingyu said with a mischievous smile, handing the milk to An Xuan before opening all the wardrobes and scrutinizing the contents.

He had to admit, His Majesty was right—those years in Great Zhou were marked by widespread ruin and desolation.