Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Four: Spare Me Your False Kindness

“The giant possessed an epic artifact; it was with its help that he managed to escape,” Matthew said with a bitter smile.

His dantian was still the same as it had been when his divine sense left it not long ago, yet the feeling was different. Before, his entire body was uncomfortable and numb; now, he sensed a surge of vital energy streaming out from the pearl within his dantian, rushing through his meridians to his limbs, making his heart pound so fiercely he could barely endure it.

“No, I can’t—Moon is waiting for me,” Zhou Ziyu said, clutching a new robe he hadn’t worn yet and hurriedly began to change clothes.

Song Mo’s expression shifted slightly. If this person had come to aid the Zhao family, their entire plan would have been for naught.

Liang Yi frowned. Even from such a distance, Mode’s murderous aura was palpable. Whether he was powerful or not was uncertain, but one thing was clear: this man had killed many, so many people. As a Central Asian seeking to rise among the Euroans, he must possess some extraordinary skill; otherwise, it wouldn’t be possible.

Just then, Hu Meier appeared, her attire revealing and concealing, and began to dance. Each movement displayed her beauty to its utmost, seducing with every gesture, so much so that Zhao Zifan felt his blood surge, his heart burning.

Fearless One pointed a finger of light toward the symbols on their foreheads; in an instant, it burned away, and the two figures appeared dozens of yards away, not on the road, but close to the main path leading to the Beast Hunter Manor.

Hearing a familiar face asking if she was here—had she upset me?—I couldn’t help but slow my steps, eager to know how Guan Si would answer.

Several doctors in white lab coats spoke inside, then checked thoroughly before stepping out.

She no longer wished to step into that hall, nor to be treated like a rat scurrying across the street. The incident had left a deep shadow in her heart; though she knew she was innocent, she simply couldn’t and dared not face those malicious accusations again.

Gu Changsheng slammed into the hard wall; pain shot from his spine to his head, making his scalp tingle and cold sweat bead.

As long as she was careful in the coming days, things would be fine. She had grown adept at handling such matters.

Su Group—the one frequently doing business with the major company and holding a small stake in Times Entertainment.

He bent down to press his lips gently to her wound—not just a soothing kiss, but gradually deepening, lingering over her skin.

Wen Xiawei glanced not far ahead and saw Gu Mingyan sitting bored on a stone, fishing.

As for the Embroidered Spring Blade, its design was influenced by Japanese swords imported during the Kanhe era, but by the mid to late Ming dynasty, it became a locally customized waist blade. Like the Flying Fish Uniform, the Embroidered Spring Blade wasn’t exclusive to the Imperial Guard; the Royal Forest Army also carried it.

Yin Yi, upon hearing those three words, felt a strange unfamiliarity—it was as if it belonged to another lifetime. Though barely half a year had passed, it seemed so long, so very long.

Qu Xiaoxiao’s anger hadn’t abated, and now, watching as Yin Yi was taken away by Xu Lingfeng, the others turned their ire toward her.

Chu Li’s heart sank at the sight. Was it disdainful of the spiritual energy in this secret realm? If the plan failed, there was no choice but to destroy it with full force.

Zhao Jinhua nodded fiercely, signaling with her eyes that she understood; only then did Xu Jie let go of her hand.

After this thought crossed Yue Wuyan’s mind, he couldn’t bear to look at Lan Li. Lan Li, however, had no objections; he knew better than anyone how much Wuyan loved those red threads—obsessed, even. He was almost jealous.

“Thank you for your concern, Second Consort. Wushuang is already well,” Dugu Liancheng replied with polite detachment, though a trace of warmth lingered when he spoke the name Wushuang.

He summoned all his Xuanming energy, even augmenting the protective power of his Purple Gold Divine Armor to the utmost, unleashing his celestial strength without reservation—the Demon General was taking this seriously.

By the way, Chairman Lingyun, you’re always busy with your own affairs, but within the group, General Manager Jia is known as a workaholic and a master of management.

“You don’t suspect I’m the killer, do you?” Tiemu cried out, instinctively avoiding Ruan Wushuang’s gaze and looking toward Dugu Liancheng. But Dugu Liancheng’s demeanor was even more intimidating; he didn’t dare meet his eyes, and his gaze wandered before settling on the county magistrate, his face full of questioning.

“Did you finally succeed? You know how much pressure I’ve been under! The combined assault technique of He Tianqu and Zhu Yinghong—you have no idea how powerful it is!” Xue Jian grumbled.

“I hope it’s not just a fleeting impulse. Change isn’t so easily achieved!” Prince Zihen said.

At some point, Old Daoist Feiyun was staring unblinkingly at her—Xiao Moli.

Just then, Dugu Lianyu suddenly woke in a daze. Seeing Lin Qingqing’s fierce expression as she raised her hairpin to stab him, his heart skipped a beat. He didn’t have time to think, instinctively lifting his hand to grasp her wrist.