Chapter 33

"He is only like this because he cares too much about Yutong." He Ye-hua felt a surge of disappointment at Duan Shu-lan’s deliberate avoidance, yet his gaze remained fixed on her back as she sat on the sofa, filled with lingering infatuation.

Since neither of them needed his concern, he figured he might as well use this free time to go and meet that Emperor. Thinking this, Chen Fei leaped down from the stone pillar and headed toward a nearby warehouse.

In truth, He Ye-hua had been the first to notice the unusual relationship between Wu Yu-lin and Wu Yu-tong. He had sensed something amiss back then, but at the time, his heart was entirely consumed by the troubles between his mother and Yang Li. He had no time to sit them down for a talk, which was why the situation had spiraled into such a mess today.

Mochizuki Tsuyuki’s answer left Han Yang slightly stunned. He believed she had no reason to lie, so who exactly were those ninjas that appeared at the harbor?

Regarding her sister-in-law's agitated emotions, Duan Shu-lan, the person at the center of it all, remained unusually calm. Was it because her heart had been numb for too long? She no longer knew how to fight back against the unfairness her sister-in-law spoke of.

Yu Jing issued a warning, and Qin Tian and I immediately stopped fighting to listen. Upon closer inspection, there was indeed movement—the sound of footsteps crushing dry leaves, coming from the other side of the river.

A month after Li Xian ascended the throne, the political landscape of the imperial court underwent a sudden reversal. Wu Zetian no longer intervened in state affairs, and everything was silently handed over to Li Xian.

Upon seeing the handcuffs, Fujita was so happy he wept. Without needing the police to intervene, he put them on himself and obediently squatted in the corner, waiting for the officers to deal with him. The entire process was incredibly swift and practiced, marking him as someone who dealt with the police often.

He Ye-hua watched his mother’s breathing grow increasingly ragged—this woman who had sacrificed everything for him and his brother. Finally, he parted his lips to speak.

There was truly no other way, but what else could I do now? In order to survive, I would seize even the faintest glimmer of an opportunity to escape without a moment's hesitation.

The sliver of luck that had just risen in my heart was instantly cast aside by his grip. I realized he had gained the upper hand, and he seemed determined never to let go.

Fortunately, just as he was about to reach his breaking point, he finally felt the familiar, comforting presence of Mo Ya.

Ah Ren’s approach was cautious and clever, though Cheng Ting-zhen’s reaction was quite unexpected to Qin Su.

We raised our glasses and drank again. Over the past year, living among the brothers at the escort agency, my tolerance for alcohol had grown. Although not as exaggerated as Baili Tu’s, I could manage half a jar of wine.

"Hmph!" The Grand Elder unleashed his magic for a while longer before slowly bringing the wind formation to a halt. The members of the Blue Star Autonomous Group, caught in the gale, fell one after another from two or three meters in the air, crashing heavily to the ground.

Indeed, the reason one finds it hard to let go is because one cares. If the object were no longer important, you naturally wouldn't care as much.

But if she were asked to abandon it, she would refuse. Since she had chosen to protect her, she had to bear the consequences! He loved Su Jun-jing and would never leave her in this lifetime; otherwise, he felt he wouldn't want to go on living. He only hoped to be with Yun Jin.

Judging by their expressions, it was clear the Matriarch and the two mistresses of the West Courtyard had known about this for a long time; they remained calm. However, Yu Shi, like the others from the East Courtyard, had only just learned of it, and her face was filled with astonishment.

A thunderous rumble echoed through the sky, followed by a shockwave that dispersed, pushing back Li Ruo-bing and the Great Bear Star Fleet, who were far in the distance. They couldn't help but turn their gaze toward the main battlefield.

Fortunately, it wasn't being used for combat, so the energy consumption was minimal—roughly on par with the recovery rate of Su Yuan’s own Imperial Power.

After the great changes in the Ninja World, the arrangement of the Tailed Beasts had to be decided by the very person who had pushed for reconciliation between the ninjas and the nine beasts. Mizuki didn't want to deal with such troublesome matters.

"You knew that?" Yakushi Kabuto asked in surprise. This wasn't something that could be explained by mere intelligence gathering. Before this technique was activated, even Kabuto himself hadn't known he was still under the control of Sasori of the Red Sand. His status as a double agent was truly well-earned.

In the eyes of mortals, this level of ability—provided it didn't touch upon other taboos—was near omnipotent. It was like Tsukuyomi, who could easily reverse time for an entire star system to resurrect a human whose soul and body had been completely destroyed... though it would be more accurate to call it a reset.

Tang San’s square face, which was inches away, and his receding hairline were reflected in Wu Zi-jian’s eyes for a moment before he finally came to his senses and nodded at Tang San.

"Boom!" A massive mushroom cloud rose from the sea. The monster at the center of the explosion was instantly torn to pieces, and a huge wave of radiation swept across the water, severely wounding all the surrounding monsters.

The Ice Dust Immortal Mansion that Lin Yu carried with him exploded, and the Seven-Colored Fairy hiding inside was instantly exposed to the terrifying, blood-red mist.

Furthermore, the experiments in the new base regarding the breeding of gene-merged monsters had to be terminated due to the lack of fresh monster brains, halting the decryption of the fourth-magnitude monster genes.

"Send security personnel to the surface and kill these people in order. Try to avoid that Asian man!" Hadley said in a low voice. The sacrificial blood obtained from killing this way might have a slightly weaker effect, but it was better than nothing. With all the other branches having failed, he could only hope that his own branch would succeed in the sacrifice.

Only humans could pull off establishing a church in the city. Clearly, Makal was imitating the human church, but what was the purpose of this?