Chapter Fifty-Seven The marriage between Bai Yue and Long Xingyu was thus called off, and the two parted ways, each finding their own freedom.

“Huh?” Ning Ning felt even more puzzled. The spell that conjured this mist was clearly of the same origin as hers, and its aura bore a striking resemblance to that of the old spirit attendant—an elderly woman who served beside the Empress, accompanying her into the Grand Scaled Palace. But why would the old woman want to seal away Brother Gu’s memories?

The boy’s eyes were fixed on Liao Ji’s mechanical arm. After becoming a Corrupted One, his perception seemed to have greatly heightened. He could now sense that those scavenging thugs were wrong; Liao Ji’s own strength was not particularly impressive, his aura of corruption was faint, and compared to a Corrupted One, he seemed more like an ordinary person.

After a brief few seconds of weakness, his body felt as if it had been imbued with energy, like he had downed a can of Red Bull. Then, Xu Ping closed his eyes and saw five holes appear in his dantian.

A car was parked on the uneven road, with two men sitting inside. They watched the time displayed on the screen.

The piano in the living room had been purchased from Germany by his father through a friend. It was said to have belonged to a master, who, though young and talented, succumbed to illness after a long struggle and left the world in a hurry. Following his instructions before death, his family sold the piano. It took much effort and heartache to finally bring it here.

Boxes of glistening silver were piled in the courtyard of the city lord’s mansion, dazzling under the sunlight.

Strategist Han glanced at Ning Ning without speaking, but it was that single look that told Ning Ning something was amiss. Instantly, she grabbed Han’s hand.

That voice was strangely alluring; every man passing by couldn’t help but glance in this direction.

For some reason, when the young man uttered the words “caught a cold,” Feng Jiuqing felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.

The boss, upon seeing Sang Qingyu, was instantly irritated and raised his hand to push him away. “I don’t need your help!” But his hand landed on a pile of scrolls beside him, and they collapsed with a crash, striking his head and face quite hard.

Though it was only a portion, it still provided work for some of the people and helped alleviate their difficulties.

He Yi Hai and his companions immediately stopped their ghostly laughter and became as solemn as could be, except for He Yi Ming, whose face continued to twitch uncontrollably.

Summer Flower laughed delightedly. “Thank you, thank you. It would be rude to refuse, and I truly deserve it. I’ll drink it.” She was not at all modest; though she was supposed to feel undeserving, she insisted she was worthy.

Chang Tian caught her waist with a reverse grip, pressing her against the bedding, and reached with his other hand to undo her clothes.

Many people hated Qi Quan deeply, yet they also admired him. The reason was his upright character and his fairness in all matters. He never showed favoritism and was utterly impartial. Thus, as long as one worked hard and diligently, once they caught his eye, Qi Quan would spare no effort to promote them, regardless of who they were.

However, when his drop of blood merged into Ye Tian’s brow, he felt as if Ye Tian had control over his life. With a single thought, Ye Tian could reduce him to ashes and make him disappear from the world. This feeling was not mistaken; Ye Tian could indeed destroy him with a mere thought.

The icy sword shadow flashed by with a hiss, and before Zuya could react, he was instantly cleaved in two.

Huo Yuanzhen raised several key points: which city-states in the Western Regions had joined the Great Xia, and the matter of the Fallen Flower Sect. They could not allow themselves to be constrained by the sect everywhere in the Western Regions.

When he heard this, Ye Tian could only give a bitter smile. He had intended for him to die outright, but since he had become a death warrior, he would not make things difficult for him. Ye Tian nodded to him.

Suddenly, eight Xuanming appeared, causing the four great experts’ expressions to change. None had expected that Xuanming had such a move.

Huo Bao’s eyelid twitched violently. Damn, if the Eastern Emperor Taiyi became a demon, how powerful would he be? Even if the Golden Crow were reborn, it might not be a match.

Wei Zheng’s words were forceful and resonant, every word spoken with spittle flying. At the same time, Qin Feng found them somewhat aggressive.

As luck would have it, just then, Yang Yi’s heart stirred. Number Two responded, saying he had arrived at Yang Yi’s doorstep with the moving company, and asked when they could come inside.

Unable to sit on the bed’s edge, Ye Yan simply picked up Fox Beauty, holding her across his lap on the spacious wooden chair. The two engaged in a moment of intimate exchange.

The Su family’s mansion followed the traditional courtyard style, with blue bricks and white tiles. The endless stretch of buildings radiated a sense of history; one glance revealed that only the passage of time could yield such grandeur.

Yet this excitement lasted only a short while. Once the silver fox regained composure, his anger and anxiety cooled instantly.

Qin Wu slowly turned around, idly squeezing the walnut in his hand, and cast a condescending glance at Ye Fei.

“Damn it, I’ll go avenge Poison Panther right now!” Ye Long shouted angrily, holding a gun.

East and west confronted each other, unlike the north-south standoff later generations would know. The victor of the war was, of course, Liu Bang, founder of the Han dynasty.

“All your flower species seem surprisingly cheap. Is the flower market in a slump these days?” Ye Wudao asked curiously, cradling a bouquet of lilies.

The newcomer was a burly man, tall and broad, with a thick beard covering his face, bare-chested, even his chest covered in dense black hair.

As his roar faded, the jade pendant on his neck suddenly shattered. A pillar of dazzling light, as thick as a man’s arm and brimming with endless starlight, shot straight toward the mysterious depths of the sky.

With a single palm, he unleashed a torrent of lightning, countless electric arcs merging into his palm. In an instant, he was about to reduce Xie Xuan to dust.