Volume One, Chapter 106: Possessiveness Begins to Stir Again
A strong overhead light from the corridor suddenly poured in, casting its beam directly on the slender figure that had just appeared at the doorway.
I calmed myself to listen carefully, and indeed, the thunderous drumbeats seemed to strike my heart, making my entire chest tremble.
“I... damn!” I was dumbfounded by the strange scene before me. Following the line of my gun, Zhao Liangang's face instantly turned ashen. I remembered he had once been this terrified before, though I couldn’t quite recall when.
Lately, my appetite had been poor; even the finest dishes tasted bland. Zhiqiu, worried, wanted to call Ling Xuan to have a look, but I, fearing for Baoyuan’s condition, stopped her. I thought perhaps the lingering bitterness from last year’s medicine had put us off doctors for good.
With the help of a double, Zhang Xiao finally climbed up, gasping for breath. But as he moved, the pain in his injury flared, causing him to draw a sharp breath and smile bitterly in resignation.
That day, the Danxia Pavilion was brightly lit inside and out. On the occasion of Emperor Mingqing’s birthday, the Shu palace held a nighttime banquet for close ministers and concubines.
Su Mubai saw that Rhinoceros completely did not understand his words, so he tried a different way of expressing himself.
She raised her index finger and gently touched her already shattered heart. A drop of blood from her heart crystallized between her fingers—like a dazzling, bewitching red pearl.
“Alright, alright...” Ali was dizzy from their back-and-forth and quickly separated the two, signaling Wuguang to calm down and focus on the matter at hand.
“Ruier, Ruier...” Baoyuan’s gaze finally settled on me. He exhaled deeply and held my hand in his palm.
“The Lord God told me,” the deranged bandit answered without hesitation. This answer was plausible, for the Lord God and the Lord God’s domain were actually two different concepts.
Yet, this brief contact had completely drained the illusionist’s mental energy. This mere fleeting glance was enough to exhaust a white-rank illusionist’s spiritual power, hinting at the terrifying nature of that unknown force.
Descending to the mortal realm, I arrived at the Xiang residence only to find Cen Xishi absent. Peering through the all-seeing mirror, I discovered she had gone horseback riding.
Everyone sighed in relief, seeing that she had finally responded, feeling somewhat reassured, and nodded approvingly.
This was truly a case of double standards. Had you forgotten how much you babbled on the way to Shenghong with Zhou Tian? And now you actually look down on others.
All the people of Umer City remained silent about this catastrophe and resolved to hold a mass once the town was restored, which would also serve as the inauguration ceremony for Umerminster Cathedral.
But this statement was like poking a hornet’s nest. Old Master Zhou, Zhou Hui, and two others immediately cast looks so fierce it seemed they might devour me.
Uttering those words lifted a heavy weight off him, easing much of the repression he had felt since arriving in Munich.
Song Xin couldn’t help but sigh. Lu Qu had fled, and suspicion around her was quite high. After all, from the moment Mei Aunt entered this household, her attitude had never been good. Though they hadn’t interacted much since, there had been contact.
“Don’t you know why? Aren’t you good brothers? Didn’t Han Xian know either?” Lin Tian frowned. Could Wang Xu have been kidnapped by Brother Hu?
Back then, they were supposed to go to France together, but because of that incident, she chose to stay. Eventually, the Bai family was completely ruined. Bai Wan, desperate and with nowhere to turn, sought out Meng Jiliang, only to meet this tragic fate.
At the end of the workday, a large number of company employees poured out of the main gate. Yet, they displayed remarkable discipline. Despite the crowd, there was no sense of congestion, no pushing or shoving, and hardly any noise—creating a surprisingly pleasant atmosphere.