Chapter 29

"Who could have saved me?" Shen Xinyi hung up the phone directly. There was simply nothing more to be said. Gu Yi looked up at his wife. His wife was a woman of temperament. She usually seemed gentle, but when she truly lost her temper, it was quite frightening.

Seventeen years. Seventeen long years—why is it that even after such a long time, I still cannot retreat from the love I hold for you?

"You did it on purpose!" Shen Xinyi’s eyes widened; she couldn't think of any other explanation. This had always been a mystery to her, but today, everything suddenly became clear.

After wandering for a while and ensuring that no one else noticed they had arrived together, Ji Fa followed them from a distance.

Zhang Fan nodded in admiration. While humans might rely on magical artifacts for cultivation, their berserker state was by no means inferior to that of demonic beasts. Looking at the strength of this middle-aged man, even artifacts above the secondary immortal level would surely be easily destroyed by him.

The last thing Shen Xinyi wanted to hear about was his marriage back then, which had once caused her to spiral into a state of total collapse.

The call was from Lan Jie. As his wife took the call, Gu Yi rubbed her hands, worried that she might catch a chill.

Dark clouds hung low, the sky was dim, mountains collapsed, and seas churned. Facing a divine practitioner, Murong Li, as a true god, could easily win. Yet, everywhere he went, all living things withered, leaving only ruins in his wake.

"Open your eyes! Time is up, stop pretending!" Xie Genyuan snapped his fingers in front of Gu Jianyun’s head. Gu Jianyun’s intact eye on one side of his face slowly opened, and the corner of his torn lip twitched.

"He usurped the throne that should have been mine. I want him dead!" Weizi, his face previously blank, now wore a ferocious expression as he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qinghuo!" Yuan Qingfeng offered a polite greeting. Although he had no fondness for this senior brother, protocol dictated that he show basic courtesy.

"Let Ye'er come in," the Empress Dowager said, clearly pleased. "It’s raining so hard outside; it’s rare for him to be so thoughtful." Her affection for Murong Ye was evident to anyone with eyes.

His sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the corner where she was hiding. She covered her mouth, too afraid to make a sound, while they stepped closer, one by one.

"Tie them on. Don't look at these; this is just a small amount. To be fully covered in weights and still reach a speed of twenty meters per second—that is true speed," the old man said.

Seeing the serious, grave expression on Lei Mian’s face, everyone knew he wasn't joking. Could it really be some secret of an ancient clan?

Then, he shielded her from the surrounding reporters and pulled her back to the room they had just left.

Hearing the conversation between Mu Xingxi and Liu Feng, Ming Mo roughly understood their relationship. They seemed to have been lovers in the past, but Liu Feng had betrayed Mu Xingxi for the sake of power. Hearing this and seeing Mu Xingxi’s slightly furrowed brows, Ming Mo felt a pang of sympathy for her; she had such a past.

Murong Ye stopped insisting on seeing her off; with Tang Yi protecting her in the shadows, she would be safe. Turning back, he looked at Lan Yue with a cold, detached gaze.

Once the mercenaries steadied themselves, the three who had climbed up exchanged glances. They signaled each other, then swarmed forward; one mercenary even grabbed Tong Ran from behind.

"Haha, indeed. Don't worry, this robot sandbag has a weakness. Look, the middle part is soft; punches are usually aimed there," Chen Jun said, pointing to the soft section in the center of the robot.

Therefore, Tian Mo and his group would certainly head to their own faction. Because his branch of the family held the power within the Tian clan, Tian Mo possessed significant authority even here in the Imperial Capital.

If it were tens of millions, someone would surely pay. After all, the fame of the Heavenly Voice Messenger was well-established, and the "free of charge" label associated with the Heavenly Horse was a gimmick that would likely attract many companies.

"There is no 'why' and no 'on what basis.' This is an order!" Yang Kun gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Currently, he had sixteen sheepskin fragments. At a conversion rate of five fragments for one treasure map, he had three chances to pull a blue potion.

"Uncle Dog King, you don't need to say anything more. You are the only other expert here besides me. Your mission and duty may be even greater than mine, so you must stay behind and take care of them for me!" Song Ming rejected the Dog King’s request with firm resolution.

However, since Xiang Yu dared to slaughter the Qi family so ruthlessly, and given the irreconcilable hatred between them, would he use the same methods against them?

As the director, his medical skills were actually quite good; he was just a bit rusty from years of disuse.

Because she knew nothing about the private affairs between Sheng Minjia and Han Zhicheng, Xi Yiling could not make sense of the situation at all.

Although they had not agreed to leave with him, Li Changlin did not blame them.

In that brief instant, as Wu Tianli dodged, the corner of his eye caught a mocking smirk on the lips of the human martial artist who had charged into the pile of rocks.

His modified car crashed violently into the hall, crushing several people. After a round of fierce fighting, he emerged unscathed, but his brothers in the Hunter Group were mostly lost. The number of starving wolves was simply too great.

He turned his head sharply to glare at Qiangwei, a flash of cruelty crossing his eyes. What had she just said?

There had been too many insane things happening lately, and this was the first time Li Xiao had been brought to the police station. He could have avoided this by finding an opportunity to kill Ge Feng in secret instead of causing such a city-wide sensation today.

In the universe ahead, a black hole opened tremulously. The Space Worm, wrapped around Yue Shenqianqing, charged joyfully into the void. Once Qianqing was pulled into the Xuanhuan Black Hole, she would be lost for all eternity, with no hope of ever seeing the world or its people again.

"It has been many years since we parted. I went back to visit his family, but I didn't have the chance to..." Shu Chi quickly added.

Thinking of this, Chen Nian stepped out of the bathtub without hesitation, threw on two robes, and opened the door. Ignoring Feng Junyang outside, she shouted, "Don't let the thief escape!" and, gathering her strength, used her light-body skill to dash toward the courtyard gate.

Eight years—in the vast span of the universe, it is less than the flick of a finger. Yet, no matter how long the time, some eventually find sweetness after bitterness, while others sink into eternal oblivion.

Supporting her body with her hands, Qin Huan felt a dangerous presence filling the room. She decided that the best of the thirty-six strategies was to flee.