Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Assassination of the Sixth Prince

As it turned out, Ling’er’s words were not false. After examining the patient, the physician’s expression turned grave.

"Young master! Your wife’s cold has dragged on for over half a month. If she didn't have such a robust constitution, she would have collapsed long ago!"

A young man voiced his suspicion: "A circus? Don't give me that nonsense. In what circus have you ever seen that many bears at once?"

Just moments ago, they had been frantically pounding against the iron gate. But upon seeing Lin Mohuan standing there like a hellish force of nature, their fury vanished, replaced by panic as the majority retreated back into the building.

Zhou Bolang had made up his mind: as long as he had a breath left in him, he would never be separated from Gu Yi for the rest of his life. Even if heaven and earth were turned upside down, or a blade were held to his throat, he would not part from him.

"Young Master Lin, have you considered my proposal?" Ellis looked at Lin Hao with hopeful eyes. Whether he could return to the village to report back depended entirely on Lin Hao.

Yin Xin dashed into the woods, feeling waves of intense heat surging behind him. He didn't need to look back to know that Shan Tao was in pursuit. The two ran through the forest one after the other, leaving a trail of flames in their wake.

She was so afraid that if she blinked, the man before her would vanish, so she dared not even close her eyes.

Arriving outside VIP Room No. 3 on the fourth floor, Tross gathered his thoughts. The guests inside had been arranged by him personally; they were none other than the masters of the "Blade of Death."

The shopkeeper climbed up from the floor, brushed the dust off his clothes, and said, "As long as they dare to show up." A trace of chilling malice flashed in his eyes as he spoke.

"I’m not leaving unless we buy tickets and go together." Shen Xinyi felt that she could not abandon Gu Yi now, no matter what happened; she could not leave him behind.

"!!!!" Su Jin looked bitterly at the bowl of white rice porridge and greens in Yuzhu’s hands, her stomach growling with hunger. Taking a deep breath, she decided that she needed to eat well to heal, and only after she recovered could she settle scores with those three! With that thought, she snatched the bowl and chopsticks from Yuzhu and began to eat ravenously.

However, Meng Tian was constantly away on military campaigns, and state affairs required someone capable of holding down the fort. Since Hu Hai had executed Zhao Gao and taken personal control of the government, the number of times the monarch and his subject could be together could be counted on one hand, let alone having the luxury of chatting and sharing a casual conversation like this.

"Fatty, what on earth is wrong with you?" Ever since they had met, Crown Prince Zixu had never seen the daring, reckless fatty wear such a terrified expression.

Zhou Feng struggled to his feet. Although the impact had been brutal, he had managed to circulate his internal energy at the last moment to protect his body, meaning his injuries were far less severe than they appeared.

Xiao Yi’s health continued to drop, and drop. More than forty seconds had passed, and Xiao Yi had yet to launch a single attack.

Son Ye-jin pouted, "Who needs you to support me? Worry about yourself." She went back to her script, already starting to ponder how the film should be shot.

"Danling, I advise you to leave! Xia Qi has been a disciple of our Master for a full half-year. If you dare lay a hand on him, the Master will never forgive you!" Gu Yue also spoke in a cold, stern voice.

Seeing the situation, the Azure Dragon Envoy immediately brandished his Azure Dragon Divine Spear, soaring into the clouds and thrusting directly toward Lin Yu, who was suspended in mid-air.

Duan Mingyu, acting the gentleman, leaned on his long blade as if it were a walking stick and beckoned with his finger to the martial arts expert, who clearly thought quite highly of himself.

"It’s getting a bit chilly outside. Let’s head back." Li Moran reached out to push Jin Feng’s wheelchair, guiding her into the room.