49 The Desire to Pry into Privacy (1)

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Although she encountered a few nuisances like Jing Shaojue along the way, she truly paid them no mind. The young man shrank his head, nodded weakly at Mo Jinchen’s instructions, considerately closed the door, and turned to leave. Just those two faint words from him were enough; Ning Xin dared not persuade any further. Usually, Mu Jingchen called her “Xin’er,” but now he addressed her by her full name—his mood must be truly foul. He had never been so angry before. Xia Yimo’s mouth opened and closed, fear flickering in her wide eyes. She was just about to explain when suddenly the force holding her lessened. “Senior brother, are you angry?” Shui Ziyue tilted her head up, gazing at the man whose expression had remained calm from start to finish. Yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was angry. But what could he possibly be angry about?

Li Moying paid no mind to the gazes of others; an almost imperceptible smile played on his peerlessly handsome face. Before coming to this world, she had already been deeply fascinated by this legendary emperor of the Xia-Shang dynasty. Ling Bao’er began to sob softly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Crying and crying, she squatted on the ground, her voice thick with pain and grief.

No matter if it was at a banquet, playing the zither, or facing the city lord and Young Master Ning, she always handled everything with ease, resolving conflicts effortlessly. This gave him a constant sense of unfathomable mystery about her. Though physically and mentally exhausted, she found herself unable to sleep. Compared to Li Chen, who lay in his hospital bed watching television in comfort, Song Deqing and Zhang Tiankai were utterly at their wits’ end.

In truth, her ambitions had faded. If Duoduo’s son became emperor of Zuguo, it would mean she’d gained yet another ally. The Sheng family had always observed ancient New Year traditions: pasting Spring Festival couplets, eating a family reunion dinner, and watching the Spring Festival Gala. Turning her head to glance at the silent Yun Shu, Yun Duoduo felt a pang of melancholy. She couldn’t understand how her forthright second brother could have a son so introverted—though thankfully, the boy was not a coward.

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Yun Si fell silent. He had suspected something was amiss when so many soldiers suddenly appeared at the foot of the mountain. So Duoduo had already left the palace. “Why has Your Majesty put on the mask again? That’s not good.” Though she knew why he wore it, Yun Duoduo couldn’t help but remind him.

The route was complex, full of twists and turns, clearly designed to avoid sentries. At last, Susan saw the White Crane X-Type docked in a sealed repair bay. Several members of the Black Serpent gang were nearby, probably performing maintenance. Gu Lanshan’s mind spun in dizziness; her vision blurred. Only after a long moment did she blink, then look at Shengshi, then at the so-called “Soy Sauce,” then back at Shengshi. She opened her mouth, but no words came.

Yun Duoduo wanted to lift her hand to pry open her eyelids, but her hand was pinned. The incessant babbling of a monster grated on her nerves, finally angering her into snapping her eyes open. The man in black robes was no exception—he was directly blocked by Ji Feng’s wave of the hand. There was not even time for a reaction; the realization dawned on him in shock, and his desire to become a true supreme being only burned hotter.

The two had just reached the village entrance when they saw crowds three or four deep, making it impossible for those outside to glimpse the scene within. “Then what is your purpose in making Uchiha Madara the Ten-Tails’ Jinchuriki?” The Raikage spoke. His notorious temper was absent today; the situation was simply too bizarre.

Xiao Chen followed as well, not about to be idle. With his level of control over power, landing soundlessly was the most basic requirement. Even if the leopard beast was a killer in the jungle, it would still be forced to drink his foot-washing water. Cursing low under his breath, Le Xing raised his longsword high, a dazzling power of the stars crashing toward Qi Tian with a roar.

The assembled spirit practitioners gazed in admiration at the Spirit Ancestor’s retreating figure, never expecting such a leader to exist in the Spirit Realm. Every gesture just now had inspired their utmost respect. A fat man, after reading the rankings and lingering long on “750” and Qi Tian, collapsed to the ground with a thud, his face as if he’d seen a ghost.

His worry was over his master, who was skilled in the art of Ziwei astrology—a figure as elusive as a dragon, impossible to find. “Don’t call me—get out!” The middle-aged manager, dressed in a business suit, angrily pointed at the door.

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Chen Xingluo glanced over the contents of his friend’s chat window. Aside from the food deliveries he’d sent and the weapons his friend had sent in return, their “exchange” over seven days contained not a single superfluous word. The bewitching miasma was mostly dissipated by the swirling spiritual energy, but what remained began to fill the dueling platform again. Coupled with the new miasma produced by the soul-summoning banner, a shroud of endless darkness once more enveloped the arena.

Unless more distinctive clues were added to jog someone’s memory, finding that face in one’s recollections was less likely than waiting for the police to catch the suspect. “What did you do?” Upon hearing that Ma Chengkun wanted to apologize to him face-to-face, Xu Jiajun immediately realized that Lajiang’s lesson to the Oriental Daily might have been a bit too harsh. “Don’t worry—I won’t let a single one of you off! I’ll kill you first, then go after him!” Hao Da scowled and snorted coldly.

She was born royal and always looked down on commoners. Now, faced with someone who defied her will, she was naturally displeased. Even if Lin Yi treated her with the utmost severity today, she had no right to show any temper. Casually glancing over the first and second floors, Chen Shaoming went up to the third—the place where all the stories took place. Just as he reached the third floor, he saw a few boys in high school uniforms huddled together, smoking. Startled by his sudden appearance, they hurriedly hid their cigarettes behind their backs.

Su Yiyuan had been back in his room for quite a while but still hadn’t figured out what had just happened. Xu Yang tried to dodge, but at such close range it was impossible. That golden streak shot straight between his brows, entering his meridians, plunging directly into his very soul.

The ninefold force of the fist grew stronger with each blow; after nine, it could shatter mountains and rivers. Wang Yangming’s longsword let out a cracking sound as spiderweb-like fissures spread across its surface. Wang Yangming roared, blasted away by the force, blood gushing from his mouth as he lost consciousness. The next moment, the sword shattered, fragments flying like countless arrows toward him.

Zhao Wuhen and Mo Er had both sealed their cultivation, while Yan Hongtu and the others personally took action to seal their powers. Zhao Wuhen remained calm, but Mo Er was only pretending to be calm—inside, he was terrified. With his cultivation sealed, he was like meat on a chopping block; if exposed, he would surely die.