Volume 1, Chapter 52: Unrest in the Arrest Hall

Ning Xier was not saying these things for anyone else to hear; they were simply the voice of her heart.

Her usual foolishness and playful smiles were entirely acts of her divine nature.

Hidden within her human nature were her only benevolence and her only malice.

Feeling the immense pressure coming from all directions, Chen Xi realized it would be difficult to communicate with the Xuanwu in this state. He therefore erected a massive protective shield around the beast, enclosing both of them within it. Instantly, the pressure vanished, and a completely dry space was formed right there.

"Christina, I only tested this fellow for your sake! And you didn't even lift a finger to help me!" After crawling onto Xi Ruoyu's shoulder, the snake actually opened its mouth to speak, and its voice was an exact match for Keduo's.

When refining the demonic beast transformation pills, backed by the support of the Soul Returning Orb, Hao Chen was capable of continuously refining three batches.

For so many years, Zhou Wanwan had indeed suffered greatly. Just when Yang Zhiyue left and she thought she finally had a chance to win Fu Jingyan's love, Su Mianmian suddenly burst into the picture out of nowhere.

"Even though they've invested a considerable amount, they'll likely reap an even greater fortune. Since that's the case, I'll go and throw a wrench into their plans; I can't let them take all the money away," Chen Xi said.

A flurry of questions echoed in Su Mianmian's mind. She widened her eyes in astonishment, thinking she must have misheard.

Guests who had previously maintained a wait-and-see attitude toward the banquet hurriedly picked up their phones and called over all their absent friends and relatives.

"You didn't mention what happened last night, did you?" If Lu Sansan found out that he had been punished by a certain someone all night long, then the bold boasts he had just made over the phone would lose all credibility.

Lin Rong was clad in full armor, his left hand resting on the hilt of the saber at his waist while a sinister smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Nan Mufeng, I truly don't know. I'm begging you, please let me go..." Irene had reached the absolute depths of agony. She struggled to crawl toward Nan Mufeng, an act of submissive pleading that could hardly be called anything less than groveling.

Just then, a scout hurried forward to report that the detachment under Bao Xin stationed in the southwest of the city was unable to hold off the rebel forces and had already been driven back from the city walls.

Liang Zhongning let out a roaring battle cry as the heavy bronze saber in his hand swept through the air with a whistling gale, hacking down toward the head of Huyan Zhuo, who was cutting down enemies left and right. The blow carried the force of a thousand jun and an unstoppable momentum.

"Brother Yue He, we cannot hang ourselves from a single tree; we must find a way to forge ahead on our own," Yan Qing said after a moment of contemplation.

"Sister-in-law, I need to discuss our marriage plans with my fiancée." He forced out a cold, wicked smile, his gaze locked intensely on Gu Sang.

The terrace was not situated very high up, and the distance was actually not close enough to give a clear view of everyone in the outdoor restaurant down below.

Ye Guangtao and Meng Shasha did not think much of it; they figured the Ye family would soon come to bail them out, and once outside, they could use their influence to suppress the news stories.

In truth, had they been observant enough, they would have noticed that the spot where Tang Song vanished was identical to the place where he reappeared. It was simply through the clever use of his own speed that, the moment he materialized, he would flash away, creating the illusion of constantly shifting figures.

Even though he knew rationally that Shen Anhan would harbor deep distrust toward him once she learned who he was,

He was older now, yet one could tell he must have been quite the handsome man in his youth. However, his fierce gaze revealed him to be anything but a person of good intentions.

This was a good habit he had cultivated after training at the orienteering club—no matter where he went, he would subconsciously observe and remain mindful of the surrounding terrain and people.

In the eyes of the Patriarch Zongheng, the surrounding laws of time had been disrupted, and their flow slowed down drastically. Before he even had time to evade, a streak of clear light pierced through the void, heading straight for his heart.

"This is utterly despicable. If Master asks about this, how are we supposed to explain?" said Black and White.