Volume One, Chapter 53: Assistance

A piercing cry rang out, and the surrounding flames vanished, but the firebird’s own blaze erupted a hundred meters high, black flames surging skyward like waves of dark clouds. Several men spoke in unison and, following Shangguan Jin’s gaze, looked up to the pale blue sky, where clouds hung carefree and unbound. The greatest happiness in the world is nothing more than holding your beloved’s hand and growing old together.

At the city hospital, Professor Lu, a hematology expert, explained hematidrosis to the two detectives, but his explanation was so academic that Ke Yongliang could only frown in confusion.

I’ve already given him enough face. The Cross Sword knows very well that if I were to make my move in the next instant, it would take no more than five exchanges to finish him off—especially since I still have the Dragon Arrow in reserve.

With no other choice, Bai Boning let Bai Youlan lead her people into the Prime Minister’s residence. By now, he understood her character well enough—she never comes without reason, and when she does, it’s never with good intentions. Perhaps she’d heard something on the wind and chose this moment with purpose.

Once again, a steamy mist rose from Huaxiang’s body. There was no doubt—the best way to deal with someone engulfed in flames is to douse them with water.

Perhaps I spoke a little too much. She smiled, picking up the thread, saying, “Fei’er is playing with someone right now!” Clearly, she had no desire to return.

“Twelve or thirteen years ago, Quan Mo’s parents, in order to seize control of the family corporation, orchestrated a plot in which I was raped by Quan Mo’s cousin,” An Ge revealed her scar without flinching.

She smiled at the masked man at the top of the steps. The man in the hat bowed his head, pretending he was simply passing by, and ascended as well.

His long, slender fingers played with the water glass, the liquid inside swirling gently—just as An Ge’s heart now swayed within his severe, indifferent gaze.

After all that rambling, Chen Ziting’s eyes still had not opened. Occasionally, her eyeballs shifted beneath her lids. The doctor had said this meant she was wrestling with her own thoughts; once she sorted them out, she would awaken.

He would receive a legendary-class transfer scroll, but he didn’t want Fatty to choose the second option just because of this.

In my memory, Professor Xiao—the Divine Beast—was rather shy, upright, and kind-hearted.

“With people like that, you can’t show weakness. The more you yield, the more arrogant they become,” Yuan Se said smugly.

Wood shavings flew as one intricate puppet after another was smashed to useless fragments, scattered across the floor.

Fortunately, Zhan Hai had some training, but with two assailants at once, he couldn’t gain the upper hand and hurried to his mother’s side.

A strange power began to surface, seemingly the cause of the red, swollen lumps on his body.

Sun Miaoqing’s face was a mask of astonishment; she hadn’t expected Han Cheng to buy two cars, let alone that one would be for her.

Fish maw is rich in large-molecule collagen, which can improve cellular nutrition, promote growth and development, and slow skin aging. Dishes made from fish maw are smooth and delicate in texture.

In the end, he used that supreme immortal sword as the base, coating the blade and altering its appearance with techniques for refining first-grade immortal artifacts.

“Who are you people, really? In two days, my father will arrive. He won’t let you get away with this!” Mu Xiuzhi lay on the ground, pale and furious, shouting hoarsely.

The fierce One-Star Dragon roared, conjuring terrifying dark-red negative energy spheres in both hands and hurling them forward. The energy wave crashed thunderously into Super Yahiko, exploding with a deafening roar.

Feizhen was no longer clad in yesterday’s tattered clothes but had changed into a white kimono. No more endless wandering, no more bullying, no more daily struggles to make ends meet, no more worrying about her younger sister.

She never thought such a thing would happen to her. But when it did, she was at a loss, staring blankly at Chu Ke’er.

He Yuguai was overjoyed when Ye Shuqing returned; after all, he finally had some company. But from Ye Shuqing, all he received was hatred and more hatred. He knew well enough that her not reporting him was already a mercy.

Dongfang Yi never expected so many people to target her again and again—hiding razor blades in her shoes, such a cunning trick! His gaze turned icy cold.

His eyes blood-red, Dongfang Yi boarded the plane without hesitation the moment it landed, ordering the captain to pursue them.

Yue Longtian didn’t refuse Zhong Bin—not because he wanted a drink, but because Sun Hongying had told him that Zhong Bin liked to brag about him. Zhong Bin probably knew something about Sun Hongying, so Yue Longtian hoped to loosen his tongue over drinks.

With a sharp, commanding shout, a black thread shot across the entire light screen. Then, more black strands erupted from the Divine Wind Sword’s shattered edge, crisscrossing and weaving a vast net across the sky—an awe-inspiring sight.

“She hasn’t finished her business yet and can’t get away. She’ll arrive late, even if she goes. I’ve asked Liu Changshan to accompany her. Once she finishes, they’ll come,” Liang Yunsheng replied hastily.

Time rolled on; after nearly two hours, as noon approached, the wails of a newborn finally rang out from the birthing chamber.

This time, the emperor was even bolder—not a single elite guard was assigned to his master. The imperial physicians lazed about in the medical academy, idling their days away. Of those with true skill, only a few remained in the capital.

Gu Yin’s voice sounded strange—weak as if on the brink of death, pained to the point that she could barely utter a sound.

Rong An saw a man in red running in panic, clutching his head, while a band of burly guards hemmed him in, cudgels raised.

The Otsutsuki clan bore a striking resemblance to the Hyuga clan of Konoha, even sharing the same traditions—two branches, the main and the cadet families.

“I am Er Dongchen, scribe of the Sunset County Magistrate’s Office, entrusted by his lordship to attend your Imperial Censorate’s all-staff assembly today.”

She had stationed many people around the Marquis’s residence—Lin Siwei had no chance of escaping this inescapable net.

White Zetsu was terrified by the sight. He tried to flee, but his body was pinned in place, as helpless as an ant trapped in amber.

Li Xiu gently caressed Yang Yuhuan’s skin, as smooth as silk, but he could not sleep. By this hour, the great play in Baoning Ward was surely in full swing.