Volume One, Chapter Ninety-One: So Irresistible...

Fu Yuting’s heart lurched downward.

It was as though all the blood in her body froze at once.

She rushed to the door and gripped the handle with all her strength.

It would not budge.

She twisted harder, but it still would not move.

The door had been locked fast from the outside.

“Who is it? Open the door!” Fu Yuting pounded hard on the thick wooden panel, her voice trembling with tension.

Beyond the door, there was only dead silence.

No reply.

The waiter from earlier had long since vanished.

The corridor was empty.

A wave of terror seized her in an instant.

“Master, it’s already afternoon!” Before she knew it, half the day had passed, and Ning Baobei and Yu still had not returned to the Palace of the Radiant King.

Recalling the times when she had been injured, she had always asked him to apply the medicine for her, never the young manor lord, so she must not harbor any affection for him.

“I understand. Very well, Uncle and Aunt, then I shall take my leave,” Yan Bo said politely.

Her fingers gently traced over his handsome face. Beneath the moonlight, his long lashes rested on his eyelids, exquisitely beautiful. Though his skin was pale and even his ever-seductive crimson lips had lost their color, he remained bewitching and alluring.

Evening sunlight always carried a sense of boundless nostalgia. The golden afterglow of the setting sun was like a young lady dressed in her finest for a banquet, dazzling yet shy.

“What? Are adults not allowed to have fun?” Su Nuannuan only thought that Duan Chengyu was teasing her childishness.

Su Nuannuan also had no mind to ask any more. Her expression dimmed again, and she lowered her eyelids, falling silent.

The bearded man finally understood why the military high command had ordered them to capture or kill these two intelligent corpses at any cost.

Today, Liu Li wore a deep blue brocade gown. White plum blossoms were embroidered across the hem, and a white brocade sash cinched her slender waist, so narrow it seemed almost impossible to grasp.

Ji Qinglin felt that he was not without a chance of winning, he simply did not like fighting such an unprepared battle.

Tao Yao looked at Zheng Qiaoyan, so sorrowful and forlorn, and opened her mouth to comfort her, only to realize suddenly that she really knew far too little about her, and for a moment had no idea where to begin.

Occasionally, patrol soldiers could be seen, but the guards were not especially strict. Perhaps this place was already secure enough in itself, and besides, entering through the gate required two layers of security verification: fingerprints and retina scan.

The will within the putrid poisonous cloud, unable to break through Chen Luo’s soul defenses, finally collapsed and dispersed beneath his gaze.

Having lived twice over, he knew all too well just how terrifying the future scale of video traffic would become.

He was not afraid of the ants resisting to the death. In any case, they could not beat him; they were nothing more than grasshoppers in late autumn, unable to leap for long.

From March onward, a rumor began to spread quietly through the martial world: in the blood-soaked incident at Turtle Mountain, among the Black and White Reapers who had stormed it alongside Lu Zhongyuan, one had also died on Turtle Mountain.

When Murong Qiudi returned with a smile, Xue Keren had already drunk himself half into a stupor, his hazy gaze fixed on the withered branches of a distant tree.

The future achievements of every S-rank talent holder are the ceiling of what their respective factions can accomplish on the Divine Summons battlefield.

At the very least, he was a top figure among the Nine Heroes. Under normal circumstances, his subordinates naturally would not stand a chance.

Seeing Mo Lianchen standing with a darkened face and staring at the guests, Xia Yanxi blushed bright as a peach. She walked up to him and tiptoed, but could only kiss his chin. At that moment, she truly, truly wished she could find a hole in the ground and crawl into it, hoping no one could see her. It was simply too awkward and humiliating.

Yan Qingyu felt the warmth of Tao Yaoyao’s fingertips and his heart surged. Breathing in the faint fragrance of flowers upon her, he felt his heart instantly fill completely.

Inside the room, every piece of furniture was no different from what one might find in the finest taverns and inns outside. The old-fashioned furnishings were all made from the most ordinary peach wood, bearing not the slightest trace of spiritual energy.

“Oulei, are you trying to infuriate me to death?” Xia Tianhai felt that this one was utterly impervious, and no matter what he did, there was nothing he could do about her.