Terrified that it would be left on their hands if they were even a second too late.

"My wife and children, my father, and the rest of my family—how are they now?"

What weighed most heavily on Lin Xuan's mind at this moment was his family. The crimes he had committed were grave enough to warrant the execution of all nine familial generations; the Emperor would surely show no concern for the fact that he had been coerced. Therefore, he had previously risked his life to escape the Prince of Shou's estate and warn his wife, Feng Mobing, urging them to flee the capital immediately. Later on, Princess Xuanyun had also promised him that as long as he followed her instructions, she would protect—

Operating under the guise of a psychiatric hospital, it was tucked away in a rather obscure location, keeping a low profile to avoid attracting attention. Yet Chu Qingyang was no ordinary man; he had precisely tracked down the exact time when Mo Qianxia was taken away.

Even more breathtaking was the ferocious valor of the Heavenly Dragon soldiers. No matter how the deafening battle cries and formations generated a roar, nothing could stem the tide of their advance.

"And then you bought poison! Put it in the noodles! Fed it to her! And made her die just like that, didn't you!" The judge leaped to his feet, grabbed the Yaksha King's shoulders, and shook him desperately.

Watching them, Zhang Jiaming already felt a sense of appreciation. Loyalty—on the strength of that alone, one could win the respect of an enemy.

The moment the car door opened, Mo Qianxia was pushed inside unharmed. Lin Hanchen took a blow to the waist. "Ugh," he grunted softly, his facial expression twisting slightly; it was evident that the punch had hurt him.

"Hoo—hoo—hoo—" All the three of them could hear was each other's breathing, neither noticing that someone else's breath was heavier than their own.

That evil god, Ohoba, roared fiercely, bursting out from the inside of the black cocoon. The crown formed from dragon bones was revealed first, and then an undamaged head struggled free. There was not the slightest trace of its previous injuries left; it had clearly fully recovered.

Xu Yaoran did not speak. Instead, she picked up a bottle of beer just as Yin Ziye had, raised it to her lips, and took several large gulps, using practical action to show her support for Yin Ziye.

When Mo Qianxia saw that the car belonged to Xiao Yichen, a trace of disappointment unexpectedly arose in her heart. Deep down, she had probably hoped that Lin Hanchen would win. Although she had never witnessed Lin Hanchen showing off any driving skills, the things he had said just now had warmed her heart.

The legend spoke of a secluded garden near the water-adjacent bamboo grove, bearing the name "House of a Hundred Medicines." The master of this garden was Wu Rui, a disciple of Li Ning in the Daoist arts.

"Then, can I not go to the company today? Can I take a day off?" She was simply too exhausted, her entire body feeling as though it had fallen apart.

She stared wide-eyed at his stern, handsome face, his high-bridged nose, and his sensual lips. Her heart fluttered restlessly, yet he merely held her quietly, his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the man in black let out a miserable shriek. One punch, two punches, three punches... countless blows rained down upon Ping Erzhi before he finally loosened his bite.

In truth, however, as one of the "matchless pair," the person in question most wanted to do one thing at that very moment: tear off this cumbersome, bothersome gown and heels, run eight hundred meters outdoors, and breathe in some air unhindered by a corset.

Seeing her foolishly smiling, Xuanwang Tingye picked up the jade pendant, leaned down, and with nimble fingers tied a knot, attaching the pendant to her sash.

"It really is you." Seeing Jiang Yuxiang's face directly, Yang Lefan became even more certain that he was indeed Jiang Yuxiang.

He gently kissed her, embracing her body—as cold and pure as fine jade, as tender as an infant's—feeling utterly exhausted as he drifted into a deep sleep.

"However, a strange phenomenon is that our earnings have decreased these past few days. I don't know what the reason is," Zhou Datiao said with a hint of worry.

"If Ninth Brother has nothing else to do, I will take my leave first!" Unwilling to come into direct conflict with the Ninth Prince, the Thirteenth Prince prepared to depart, but the Ninth Prince spoke up to stop him.

They had known each other for so many years, yet they had never gone out to play together, especially after confirming their relationship; they had always been busy with work, leaving almost no time for leisure.