Chapter 55: The Unyielding Junior Sister and the Fleeting Senior Brothers

Glasses clinked and shadows danced in the light; wine flowed amidst a maze of toasts and laughter. Upstairs and downstairs, gazes met and lingered. A tall, slender man stood with a certain languid elegance, his posture relaxed yet noble under the dim lights, exuding a sense of careless luxury. Lu Qingfei blinked absently, shifting her gaze to the man beside Jiang Heng—he wore a floral shirt and had eyes like blooming peach blossoms, brimming with charm. She felt she had seen him somewhere before. Lu Qingfei searched her memory and suddenly recalled: Zhou Jinghuai, frequently...

"Not good!" The master exclaimed in alarm. In perfect health, he could ignore Lü Tianming's explosive strength, but with his current puppet body, facing a fist marked by lightning was perilous.

Yang Bing, meanwhile, drew a brand-new arrest warrant from his pocket and tossed it casually to Gao Lulu, issuing orders with a hint of arrogance.

As Zhang Tong prepared to search Li Mu's soul, Lü Tianming already regarded him as a dead man. Both hailed from the Sirius Empire; he could not simply watch Li Mu perish without intervening.

A Mercedes pulled up, and Zheng Hao saw that the driver was Feng Huai. Zheng Hao thought to himself, this pair of unscrupulous friends really do share the same taste.

The remaining ten True Gods were dumbfounded, yet Fang Qing’s words pierced their hearts like a sharp thorn, leaving them deeply unsettled.

At this moment, anyone with sense could see that Sikong Junjie was hiding something. However, without evidence, there was no way to bring him to justice.

Had the mission reached a critical point, or had they made some fatal move?

A beam of sword energy swept by, and as everyone watched, Chu Nian stepped out of the teahouse, his hand gripping a white longsword. All present drew in cold breaths.

Watching Hengcheng rally the crowd, Fang Qing shook his head in resignation, walked past Wang Qiang, Liu Yuan, and the other disciples of the Xuan Domain, and went straight up to the opposition.

But the decision was not easy. Leaving Jinzhou by boat for another region would waste time, and the rebel ships from Gaoli were insufficient. Furthermore, the coastal defenses elsewhere were far more difficult than those at Qingzhou City. Their forces, engaged in seaside battles, had little hope of prevailing across the land.

Shentu Ling listened as Yang Wang finished speaking. Each word struck deep in her heart; Yang Wang’s guesses were frighteningly accurate, but that only made her more anxious.

Peering into the mailbox, I found it completely empty—there was nothing inside.

“The child’s mother, wait here. I’ll book another hotel right now,” Jiang Hua’s father decided instantly.

Yang Wang could foresee that the day wasn’t far off—once he reached the realm of Tongtian, his cultivation would be earth-shattering, and even the Black Tortoise Palace would not be beyond his reach.

Money—just enough to spend: food, as long as there’s both meat and vegetables. Now, they no longer yearned for luxury; they simply wished for a peaceful, steady life.

The Flower Knight nodded. At that moment, the soldiers who had gone after the murderer returned; everyone knew they couldn’t catch him, but the Flower Knight had sent them anyway, hoping they might find clues during the chase.

Just as the zombie’s fangs were about to tear Jasmine’s neck, I darted forward, grabbing the shriveled creature by its scrawny throat.

Yet things weren’t much better now. Zhu Zhu, unable to hold her kettle steady, flung it to the floor; it shattered, hot water and shards of glass spraying in all directions.

As I fell, more ghost shrimp leapt at me, and I was bitten several times.

She first went to the workshop to inspect the labels, checking the wash tags. Where the stitching was poor or the hem wasn’t trimmed neatly, she demanded corrections.

He nodded with a cheerful smile and said to Zhu Zhu, "Since Director He says it’s fine, let’s add it."