Chapter 58: Go ahead, I look forward to your good news.

Hearing this, Guo Xiang stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look at Gu Mo with a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Cheng Xueyang, who was standing to the side, exchanged a glance with Gu Mo, then turned his gaze to Guo Xiang and asked, "Minister Guo, I wonder how exactly you plan to escort Lin Xuan?"

Guo Xiang replied without hesitation, "How else can we escort him? Naturally, by finding a prison cart and arranging a few guards to watch over him. The transfer paperwork is already done, and now we just need to pick a secluded path to quietly—"

After all, he was of the same generation as Li Feng's grandfather. Failing to kill Li Feng was one thing, but if he were to be killed by Li Feng at a time like this, he would truly have no face left to meet anyone.

Seeing that it was Jiang Muyan through the monitor of the robotic steamed bun, Ning Xi pressed the central control button to open the door.

"Are you looking for death?!" Su Chan flew into a rage, stood straight up, and cast an extremely subtle lightness spell toward Pei Ning. Such a spell could nourish a person's skin, but the process was terribly itchy, making it the absolute prime choice for punishing someone.

Although Qin Mengyun was a disciple of the Ancestor Bi Fenghua, Bi Fenghua was merely one of the many factions within the Bailing Palace. Therefore, upon hearing Qin Mengyun's words, they launched a merciless attack against her.

Mo Ran could catch the underlying meaning in Xu Jie'er's words. Zixiao's development was undoubtedly extremely rapid, but judging by Xu Jie'er's expression, there was a look of disbelief even to herself, which told Mo Ran that Zixiao's growth went far beyond mere rapidity.

Shen Muqing thought once more of that cry of "Mother" that Xiao Cheng had given to Chaxiu... It was no wonder Xiao Sha was unwilling to even lay eyes on Xiao Zhao.

"I'm injured now, so it's not suitable for me to take the lead. Long Wei, you guys didn't suffer any losses just now. How about scouting the way ahead this time?" Wuheng looked at Li Feng and said.

"Pill Robe?" Minds as steady as Qingchen and Yaolin would naturally not blurt out what this scene signified, but the two elders, Yang and Liu, cried out in astonishment from beneath the stage.

Jiang Xingzhou's harshness was notoriously well-known, to the extent that artists in the circle would feel their scalps go numb the moment they heard those three names.

In the immortal realm, Meng Fei was a famously notorious seducer. Just how notorious was he, exactly? To the extent that even the worldly-unaware Tianjing had heard of him! Was there anyone left who did not know?

Luo Fei delivered these words with boundless charm, her slender thighs wrapping around Qin Yisan's legs before he knew it. In the dim light, that startlingly fair patch of white intertwined with Qin Yisan's black trousers, casting a faint, bewitching halo.

As it turned out, this pitch-black wall was not artificially constructed, but rather a natural stone mountain winding around the perimeter.

His large palm roamed restlessly over her body, initiating the morning ritual they performed without fail every single day.

"Oh, if it isn't Fang Zheng, that good-for-nothing from the outer courtyard! You actually had the ability to pass the outer courtyard grand competition!" A mocking voice drifted over. Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes, staring at the other person with murderous intent boiling in his heart.

Then, perhaps figuring that things had already reached this state, Murong Rui thought he might as well test the waters once more. What if he actually succeeded? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

"Heh, this palace finds it quite amusing. If you refuse to submit, then this palace will simply send you back to Ruihai Manor..." The smile on the white-booted man's lips grew more pronounced, and his eyes curved into pleasant crescents. He leaned back into his chair with the infuriating attitude of: If you don't behave, I'll ship you right back.

Hearing this, Ke'er immediately looked toward Leng Youyue. Seeing that the corners of Leng Youyue's lips were still curled upward in what looked like a thoroughly satisfied expression, a trace of disdain flashed across Ke'er's eyes. So after all this time, the reason her mistress wanted to keep listening was simply to hear these people praise the Crown Prince?

Yet Leng Youyue knew that this demeanor of his did not stem from a cold and callous nature; on the contrary, he cherished this younger sister of his dearly.

I also accompanied the two young palace masters outside, the three of us strolling through the flower beds under the moonlight. A full moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight was magnificent. Fireflies flickered ceaselessly in the mist among the grass, and accompanied by a gentle breeze, the air was filled with a subtle yet intoxicating fragrance.