Chapter 46

At the mere mention of Qing Yu, Xia Chonghua's face darkened even further. Nowadays, hearing the two words "Qing Yu" alone was enough to make his scalp tingle.

With only a couple of days to prepare, Jing Tong cherished every single moment. Aside from eating, she devoted all her remaining time to reviewing.

Jing Tong hesitated for a moment, secretly wondering if she would be able to escape unscathed this time. However, since matters had already reached this point, she could not back down. She shuffled over and sat down on his lap.

Xia Chuyi knew Qing Yu had not returned to the Left Prime Minister's Manor because, upon leaving the Grand Princess's Manor, he had caught sight of a lonely figure standing under the tree at the alley corner in the distance.

Yet, despite her thoughtfulness toward a certain someone, that very person had completely forgotten about her the moment he became busy.

"Do you suppose Cheng Mo was frightened by your fierceness?" Qing Yu leaned against the head of the bed, casting a glance at Qing Yu resting on the mattress, though she was not in any hurry to go over.

At this moment, the Eighth Elder, confident of his victory, already had his fingers clamped around the thick cyan blood vessel on Su Luo's neck.

Ji Shiting clearly remembered the look of joy and relief in old Liang's eyes when he finally regained consciousness from his coma.

When she turned her head, she saw that Tang Minmin and Camelia had already emerged over there. Judging by Tang Minmin's mocking gaze, Song Yazhen knew that the truth had already come to light.

Miao Tuanzi, who had been curled up silently in the tree all this time, finally opened one eye upon hearing its name. It let out a soft "meow," flipped onto its back, and continued to sleep soundly.

"I will explain the details to you later. The Seventh Prince has arrived, so your son is taking his leave ahead of time. I leave the rest to you to handle," Xie Ci said calmly as he looked at Xie Qingyan.

Even though he was currently in a wretched state, he had still shaved his beard and combed his hair, trying his best to look as spirited as possible.

Wherever it passed, blood, flesh, and meridians alike were indiscriminately destroyed.

"You're finally starting military training; I am so gratified!" Shen Mochen nodded gently, his voice brimming with teasing amusement.

Hu Xue broke free, thinking to herself how inappropriate it would be for them to be tangling and pulling at each other in front of so many people.

After meeting the sect master, he spent a long time conversing with him and the others, leaving behind some of his personal insights along with several divine abilities and martial arts he had created himself. Then, he sought out some of his old friends to drink and chat idly. Perhaps this meeting would be followed by a parting lasting thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Su Luo completely ignored the two burning skeletons beside her, nor did she care whether Pei Wu was about to die of anger. She grabbed the soul of this skeleton, examining it closely from left to right.

The familiar sensation struck her once again: her limbs felt weak and powerless, and the strength within her body was draining away, making her feel as though she were about to collapse and never stand up again.

Xia Chonghua turned a deaf ear, though he did indeed put her down—straight onto the bed, that was.

Previously, when she celebrated her capping ceremony, she clearly had not been dragged into the bushes by General Funan Qi Song to be forcibly ravished. Yet, a few months later, this damned plotline had still manifested itself.

To be honest, even now he had not calmed down from the shock of learning the truth. Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected that the person least likely to be a rebel was actually the true rebel. Instructor Liang, and even Huo Weiyi, the master he had just sworn allegiance to—Xize found it extremely difficult to connect them with the rebels.

In truth, the research and development center was already populated by many unfamiliar new faces.

Struggling to pluck a leaf, I nearly fell flat on my face. I held the leaf up to the streetlamp, and sure enough, those scar-like marks were still on it. Yet, no matter how I turned it over and examined it, I could find nothing else.

I figured it might be because Bai Kai was on my back and not pressing closely enough against me, which increased the air resistance.

Such families would never rashly present themselves to the world; they had always maintained a low profile—so low a profile that people doubted their very existence.

I abruptly whipped my head around to see Shen Feng holding a shredded pork sandwich and soy milk. He ran straight over, hurled the items directly into the face of Zhang Mengfei's older step-brother, and followed up with a kick straight to his stomach. The soy milk splashed all over the man's face, and the meat sandwich plastered itself against him.

We dug a pit inside the room and lined the bottom with numerous iron nails. These nails wouldn't kill him, but they would inflict severe injuries. Then, we placed a very thin wooden board over the pit, covered it with a carpet, and simply waited for Shi Yifan to arrive.

While Nuan Nuan and old Madam Ji were discussing matters over here, old Master Ji also walked over from the direction of the bedrooms.

Terror grew inside my heart, spreading through my entire body. I struggled rebelliously, trying with all my might to speak, but could only force out muffled, whimpering sounds.

Yet, some things were difficult to voice out loud, so Tao Xian could only remain quietly silent by the side. Only Su Ruotong noticed Tao Xian's dejection; shielded by the tablecloth, she reached out and gently squeezed his palm, instantly reviving Tao Xian's spirits.

Before long, the car carrying Chen Zhiming slowly drove in. Applause erupted, accompanied by cheering. Amidst the applause, cheers, the snapping sounds of camera flashes, and tears of excitement, the deafening chants of "LEO" instantly filled the entire night sky.

Having finished all this, Ruoshui was just about to check whether Qingying had finished crying and bid her farewell to continue pursuing the release of captives. Unexpectedly, the moment she turned her head back, she saw Qingying kneeling behind her with tear tracks still glistening on her face, yet wearing a resolute expression. Qingying's eyes burned with a bright, unblinking intensity as she stared straight at her.

Kader certainly wouldn't dare act rashly with just the strength in his own hands—he had witnessed with his own eyes how the mighty South Union had been destroyed by Deep Blue. But what if a Metal Storm were added to the equation?

"Stop right there! Didn't I tell you to call me Brother Zhiming? If that doesn't work, just call me by my name, 'Chen Zhiming'." Chen Zhiming hurriedly interrupted her.

"Without the diamond tool, how dare one handle porcelain work? Since I have spoken these words today, whether they come true in the future, the two of you may just wait and watch closely." With a sneer, Xiangyu abruptly tore forward with his right hand, revealing a spatial rift crackling with black lightning.