Chapter 112

She did not know how to console him; he held a position of great power and understood many truths. To suppress King Jing, even if he were to emerge victorious in the end, he would not truly be a winner. Having lost his brother and the bond of kinship, even if the world were at peace, it could not soothe his lonely, frigid heart.

"How is that possible?" He Lan-yao refused to believe it. "With everyone watching, no matter how bold Long Yue-chen is, he wouldn't dare give you a fake jade pendant." If discovered, wouldn't Long Yue-chen be lifting a rock only to drop it on his own feet? His imperial dignity would be completely shattered.

Her voice reached Wang Yue’s ears—a melodious and tender sound, as ethereal as if it did not belong to this world.

Even among the elite professional players, there were many who pursued Lin Ling, despite the fact that she was merely a commentator.

Mo Li was stunned. The Empress Dowager’s implication was clear: if he refused to marry the princess, she would hold Mao Le-yan accountable; if he agreed, then today’s events would be treated as if they had never occurred.

She could no longer speak of the subsequent events to her father, nor did she have the courage to do so. Those matters had already far exceeded the limits of what he could accept.

"It’s fine, he won't hit you. I saw you playing on the Korean server and you seemed quite skilled, so I just wanted to chat," Wang Yue said with a smile.

Murong Long-fei’s calm voice rang out, but the meaning behind his words left Li Yi and the others even more shocked.

"In all these years, have you still not found that serial killer?" he heard Sha Pu-tong ask.

"What kind of formation is this!" The eyes of the Heavenly Skill Star narrowed sharply; he was completely ignorant when it came to formations.

Tao Wan-qing heard this and turned away to secretly wipe her tears. Outsiders could only see her superficial glory; they did not know that she was actually dancing on the edge of a blade—one wrong step would leave her covered in scars, and to stop meant certain death.

This time, Murong Fei did not speak. He knew Murong Yin-zhu had the ability to protect herself; after all, she had been there for so long, and even Murong De had been unable to do anything to her, not to mention the matter involving Lin Rong.

Mu Zi-ang sighed silently in his heart, a voice crying out over and over: Why can you not trust me?

Qiu Qi-er’s phone rang, the melody blaring song after song, yet he lay there quietly, showing no intention to answer.

Jun Wu-xie grinned, pulling Luo Yu into his embrace. A hidden warmth flowed through his heart; having Qing-yue and the child was truly wonderful, a source of great happiness.

There was definitely something wrong here! And if it wasn’t an issue with Yun Yue, then it must be an issue with Ming.

"Don't interfere!" the Flame King commanded Arsenic Li. He was in the midst of a fierce battle against the four Ten Directions Dao Lords.

"This is something the Holy Light family sent for everyone to see. We, the Dark Wolves, should have another copy, right?" Karl said.

"You bought this?" She had always told him not to buy such luxury goods, and the gifts he usually gave her were practical, like bags worth a thousand at most. She had not expected him to be so generous this time.

He wore a look of helplessness, much like a brother pestered by his younger sister, yet the empty space in his heart seemed to be refilled by something warm.

However, she had never truly smiled at him; toward him, she offered only cold sneers or grimaces. Sun Shao-zu could not help but sigh.

Lang Ya continued to amplify the power of his witchcraft, but as he was already caught in a struggle between two sides, his sorcery was halved. Now, his body was overloaded, and blood began to spill from the corners of his mouth.

According to what she knew, among the four kingdoms, only the Southern Zhou Kingdom and Ta-ba were currently in conflict. Could it be?

Even the highly intelligent Shangguan Feng did not realize how truly powerful the seemingly frail Southern Zhou Chen actually was.

Demons were not easily impregnated—far less so than humans. This was true for demons in the Demon Realm, let alone those in the human world. It was difficult enough for those of the same race to conceive, and unions between different species essentially had no possibility of producing offspring.

Li Yi-hang’s heart skipped a beat. "Is Brother Gao not the very person of narrow mind that the venerable Elder Weng spoke of?" Zhong Tian-xuan and the others were also shaken.

The night wind was biting and cold to the bone. She lowered her head slowly, then tilted it, her light brown, limpid eyes carefully scrutinizing Lang Ya.

Without resolving the vitality, there was no way to finish off an opponent. Ye Zi had encountered such situations many times before, but those were in low-to-mid-tier battles or boss fights. As for this kind of spontaneous encounter, she had never seen a monster that couldn't be killed without depleting its vitality.

At such close range, without the protection of a formation, the terror of the two fighting would surely have caused heavy casualties.

"Tch, is the police station necessarily safe? Didn't your building get blown up by someone last time?" Ye Bai retorted sarcastically.

Although the crowd of demon tigers were fearful, Tong Xuan was their young master and their lord; how could they defy his orders? They had no choice but to brace themselves and chase after him.

Mu Xue glanced at Shu Lin. The look of contempt and disdain in his eyes earlier was exactly why she had suppressed him; at this moment, it was the unyielding Shu Lin who was worthy of her respect.

Many in the audience began to gasp in involuntary admiration, while others fell into a trance. Without a doubt, the statue of Emperor Dan Ying was carved perfectly—so perfectly that it was almost impossible to look away.

"Han Xiao, this is too magical. Pinch my cheek and see if I’m dreaming." Zi Xia had yet to recover from her astonishment.

In front of the municipal bureau office building, Meng Fei led over a dozen criminal investigators in waiting. To avoid alerting the target, they drove a white Iveco with civilian license plates as they headed toward Deputy Bureau Chief Wang’s residence.

Two booms echoed out. Under the attack of a group of Green Water Crocodiles, Lang Hong-xiang spat out a mouthful of blood, his body sent flying toward Ya Que, Bai Yu-ji, and the others.

In the early morning, the air inexplicably carried a fresh scent. Fu An opened his eyes, a spark of anticipation in his gaze. He had never before been this eager to go to school, this eager to see Mu Xue, and this eager to write his own name in his workbook.

"Brother Jun, since they are here to cause us trouble, let us handle it. However, it seems one cannot fight here—I wonder what we should do?" Lang Hong-xiang looked toward Jun Qian-che; he did not want to owe the Jun family any favors, lest he be used by them later.