Chapter 67: His Favoritism
Across the entire Sea of Constellations, horns sounded from countless locations. Cultivators, members of the Heavenly Revelation, and the Demon race within the city all raised their heads simultaneously to gaze at the sky, where a headless ghost could be seen darting away toward the north.
"You've said so much, yet it all boils down to wanting a divorce so you can quickly hook up with this wild man. Don't expect me to fall into your trap."
As long as his bottom line wasn't crossed, he could even turn a blind eye to what Zhu Chen had done, provided things didn't go too far. But the current situation was that she had no idea what Zhu Chen had been doing behind her back.
Chuan Xue made the final and decisive arrangement for Sanni, unaware that this was also the first step in Sanni's growing fondness for business.
Without even thinking of reaching for his gun, the man turned to flee this place of right and wrong, but it was already too late. Feeling a sudden, sharp ache in his chest, the man looked down and discovered that a large, bloody hole had somehow appeared there. The cause of this wound was a deformed bullet.
The disciples of the Unmatched Alliance were utterly convinced that Chen Qing was already stone-cold dead, and some were even wondering whether they should find a spot to bury him.
Therefore, Blind Yu was somewhat hesitant. If this genuinely represented the will of the Interstellar Alliance, he planned to pack up and run—after all, going up against such a superpower was sheer madness. However, if it wasn't the Alliance's doing, he could very well eliminate Dova; perhaps that was precisely what the Interstellar Alliance wanted to see.
Furthermore, from the words of the Sand Tiger Pirates, he learned that for some unknown reason, the other party knew he possessed the motherboard of a planet-destroying cannon. Yang Chi had no idea how valuable such an item was to space pirates, but to play it safe and keep his true strength hidden, Yang Chi decided to strike first.
Wang Chen waved his hand and said, "It's scorching hot, I'm heading back first. You go on with your work." With that, Wang Chen boarded the carriage, feeling completely drenched in sweat. Should he perhaps have a swimming pool built in the inner palace?
Zheng Zhilong's heart felt utterly cold. Would he ever return from this journey? Yet looking at Dodo's fierce gaze, if he dared to refuse, he would likely die right here on the spot. For a fleeting second, Zheng Zhilong felt a twinge of regret, but he had absolutely no way to resist; the moment he showed the slightest sign of defiance, death would certainly follow.
"Eldest brother-in-law, Eldest Sister is tired too. Why don't you hold her in your arms while you sleep?" came a teasing voice—none other than that little girl Jessie.
Yang Tian stepped out of the room, his gaze sweeping across the deserted palace hall. With a flicker of his figure, he descended toward the base of the main peak.
My mother glared at me with sharp eyes, showing not the slightest bit of surprise at my return, as if she had known about it beforehand.
So that was how it was. Hearing Duanmu Jie's tearful explanation, Chen Feng was suddenly enlightened. He hurriedly comforted her, offering countless soothing words while patting his chest to assure her that not only was he not crazy, but he was also robust and healthy. He even pulled several comical faces to make Duanmu Jie break through her tears into a smile.
"What?! You're saying you were defeated by a song?" Jingpeng looked at the God of Song in utter disbelief after hearing those words.
Ron suddenly recalled that when he was ambushed in the Falling Thunder Valley, the armored beast had been struck by lightning. At the time, he had worried the electricity would injure the creature, only to find that it remained completely unharmed. Once that bolt of lightning hit the armored beast, it vanished without a trace, as if it had been entirely absorbed.
"They claim it's to vent anger on behalf of their Prince, but the specific reason remains unknown," the newcomer whispered in a low voice.
Zhang Tianyang looked toward the old man and saw that he had a crane-like complexion with the hair of a youth, his eyes flashing with sharp brilliance. Though his face was lean, it carried an aura of aloof and untouchable arrogance.
Chen Feng finished reading the diary in one breath. He sat there like a wooden statue, staring blankly and absentmindedly at the closed diary in his hand.
My WQ was completely blocked by Yasuo's wind wall, and the initial crowd control failed to produce any effect at all. Although Ling held back one skill, his control was not enough for me to kill Yasuo while my abilities were still on cooldown.
Liu Feifei had never expected that Ye Tianyu would suddenly grab and kiss her like that. She was completely caught off guard for a moment and struggled hard to break free, but those strong arms held her so tightly that she felt a little suffocated.
"Do you really not want to go back and look for her?" Chen Xing asked him with lingering doubt after getting into the car.
When the car drove past the entrance of the Regent Hotel, Guan Chenji let out a cold snort, slammed his foot down harder on the accelerator, and roared past the entrance, heading straight for the Hilton Hotel.
Leng Yue stood firmly in her tracks, gazing at the pharmacy filled with the fragrance of medicinal herbs, and a plan instantly formed in her depth of heart.
Three-finger-long horse-chew grass swayed gently in the breeze, yet it failed to mask the foul stench of blood and the tense, murderous atmosphere hanging in the air.
Regardless of what Feng Yihan's motive was in approaching her, she had no intention of entangling herself in their disputes.
Though they had heard it many times and should have grown used to it long ago, most people in the conference room still instinctively furrowed their brows, and some even covered their ears.
Tassadar's arrival this time was clearly targeted at that demon. Therefore, with Landen's approval, he immediately grew impatient to hunt down the demon. However, Landen showed no intention of acting right away; instead, he assigned him a room to rest temporarily before leaving.