55 Butterfly (19)

Ye Jiujiu secretly speculated that Lü Lingfei probably had no idea about the side effects of this medicine. If he did know, surely no one would let their own father take it.

“Ruoxin…” he called her name, and in the end, it was only this name that came from her lips.

“Does it still hurt?” Yun Moxi lifted his eyes to ask, only to see a barely noticeable shimmer of tears at the corner of Lu Qianmo’s eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asked in a panic, his slender hands holding hers, utterly at a loss, afraid he might accidentally cause her pain.

Grandmother passed away early after giving birth, leaving behind Father. Over the years, even though he managed the Huo Group with utmost diligence, he still couldn’t gain the approval of the senior executives.

And did something happen to him abroad? Such incidents were almost unheard of for so many years, but lately they kept cropping up. Surely Uncle ‘Confusion’ must have encountered some trouble.

A furious roar erupted. The elder from the Ancient Immortal Clan struck out directly, muddled energy surging instantly toward Chu Yi.

“Congratulations, sir. Your talent in the path of law is exceptionally high, not inferior to the ancestor of the Nether Clan,” the Nether Clan’s law cultivator quickly relayed the good news to the Sky-robber Beggar, lest he earn a beating.

As soon as the Dragon Whistle Flute landed in his hands, Chu Yi immediately sensed two powerful streams of energy rushing into his meridians: immense energies of Wood and Water coursed through his arms, flowing along his channels and infusing his Nascent Soul.

The second figure held in his hands a bronze cauldron with three legs and two handles, its limitless divine light flickering, engraved with mountains, rivers, and primordial ancestors. Flames burned within, and Guo Hao felt that, if those flames solidified, even immortals would be unable to withstand a single spark.

In the end, it was Wang Fan who called the police. While waiting for them to arrive, Jiang Licen described to me the scenes we couldn’t see.

“Sir, good news!” Hearing Ding Ke’s words, Bing Qirui’s heart finally returned to its normal rhythm.

Shenxing Wujie was striving, pushing himself toward injury, toward the edge of death, for only intense pain and the pressure of impending demise could awaken his true self.

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Though she said so, in truth, it was clear enough who had placed the safflower. Ye Ning broke free from Wei Cheng’s restraint, rushed to Aunt Lu’s side, and hugged her waist, crying in deep sorrow.

“Let’s make peace.” Yang Jia’s soup was indeed excellent. Qian Qi Yue scooped the glowing white spoon into the bowl, glancing at Yang Jia who still hung his head; she suddenly found him adorable and the words slipped out.

Even knowing this was a nearly impossible task, Gu Xian was determined to make a last stand, for now he had but one chance.

The tightly shut door was like a branding iron and whip, carving deep ravines of pain into her heart.

“Captain Xia, we’ve arrived!” After three months of arduous journey, the expedition group founded by Xuanyuan Mu Xia—now renamed Xia Mu—finally reached the Third Great Wall of the Borderlands.

Ye Zhen shook her head. In her previous life, she was simply Empress Ye, confined within the deep palace, never caring much about affairs of state. She followed the rule forbidding interference in government, and her heart was always with Jun Chengxuan. She only knew that the Turkic king was a crude, barbaric leader of a foreign nomadic tribe; the rest was unknown to her.

Liu Bingfeng suddenly couldn’t understand Liu Mingyan. She had looked absent-minded during the voting, but now she was giving advice to Li Baoshan. What was Liu Mingyan up to?

Restless, blood sluggish, Shenxing Wujie’s disguise shattered as he stumbled down the mountain, rolling pitifully, ending up battered and dirty, shaking his head and staring dead ahead. He felt an urge to slap himself.

Damn that Venerable Fiend, I exploded with rage at the time—is this a plot to gang up on my Double Dragons?

At that moment, Gao Jin was utterly stunned, looking at me, then at Gao Tianmei, a trace of confusion on his face.

It was just a single word, yet it carried immense curse power. Qing You’s arms exploded like self-destruction, blood and flesh flying, bone and sinew torn apart. The two Barbarian Saints then attacked her from left and right with fists and palms.

“What!” The two Blue Demons were shocked, unable to accept such a result. Their proud ultimate skills were so easily defeated?

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As the sound of cars stopping echoed, we arrived at a place called Shakou Village.

The chef walked over, setting the dishes on the table. That strange aura emanated from him—a reek like excrement.

“So? Do you know which door to enter?” As soon as I opened my eyes, Xinyan impatiently asked, and Su Xue, Yan Jie, and Xue Wu all looked at me expectantly.

For example, the guild established by Tong Tian’s companions, according to the system’s evaluation, barely squeezed into the list of first-rate guilds. Without Tong Tian’s covert support, it would at best be second-rate.

By the next evening, Luo Hao not only refined all five and a half drops of Heart Essence but also stabilized his current Deadly Three Realms cultivation.

The elevator had completely stopped, the display showing the number one floor, returned to the starting point.

Du Lao San, mortified and furious, raised his hand to slap Zuo Jingyan’s face, but before he could, his wrist was seized.

Most importantly, he now knew these weren’t coincidences; as he had again become the killer’s target, he naturally had reason to investigate openly.

The man accompanying Qin Xinyue into the courtyard was stylishly dressed, with a slicked-back pompadour, handsome enough, but there was a frivolous air about him that made one uneasy. Both hands full of gifts, he eagerly spoke to Qin Xinyue, always gazing at her face.

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