Volume One, Chapter 58: The Second Young Mistress, Betrayed by Her Reborn Stepsister in a Period Drama, Age 17 [Expressions]

Several ape-like demon kings glared at Zhang Yang with hostile eyes; they could tell that he was the backbone of the Four Demon Mountains.

King Qi was notoriously difficult to deal with. Nobody knew what schemes he was plotting in his heart, so it was best to make a swift exit early.

Felix’s fingers brushed over a photograph; her hair had turned a deep burgundy. Then he slipped the photo back into his ring.

Tang Xi looked at him suspiciously, trying to find any clues on his face. But aside from seeing an infuriatingly handsome face, she found nothing.

Zhan Xueying never expected that even his mouth could utter the words “empty talk.” It seemed that catering to someone’s tastes and applying subtle pressure could yield unexpected results.

Even after regaining her composure, the lingering shock made her heart pound fiercely. What should she do? She felt she truly could not hold back any longer.

Zhan Jinrong was naturally pleased. He never imagined his father would actually find him the best martial artist; after all, it was thanks to his eldest sister’s influence.

She kept to herself with many thoughts; she couldn’t pay attention to the others' conversations. After murmuring to herself for a long time, she began to feel a faint nausea and rubbed her temples as a headache set in.

Falling out with Zhang Yang was not a dangerous matter, but one had to consider Zhang Yang’s backing—would his White Tiger parents be pleased?

This elder sister before him was far better than the one in the Crown Prince’s Mansion. At least he wouldn’t be constantly criticized for this or that.

“Young Master Bei, I must say, you’ve worked quite hard as a strategist,” Lin Tian chuckled.

Li the Prefect hadn’t expected Wang Wei to ask directly about the disaster as soon as he sat down without even drinking water. He had no choice but to signal a nearby official in his forties.

“Humph!” Wu Yun snorted angrily, itching to leap forward and sever Han Feng’s arm, but before the Fire Spirit Daoist, he could only suppress his rage.

When the chaos subsided somewhat, a disheveled Nick Fury hurried over, accompanied by the mother ship commander Maria Hill, whose face still bore traces of blood. Upon spotting Tang Bai and Thor, she rushed forward anxiously, eager to inquire immediately.

Whenever Xiao gave a lecture, the thousand-seat tiered classroom was always packed to the brim, even the corridors and passageways were crammed full.

“Hey, Manager Hu, why not have a meal together before you go?” Facing Hu Lingguang’s furtive retreating back, Liu Yan feigned politeness. Once Hu Lingguang almost fled the restaurant, she swaggered back to her seat, nonchalantly swinging her arms.

Roland naturally wouldn’t miss this opportunity to make money; a massive campaign ignited a craze throughout Rode City, reaching an unimaginable level of popularity.

There was someone named Xu Jian, whose factory produced liquid plastic. The material went through two molding workshops under his management, where models were crafted according to the required designs. Sometimes, even Wang Kun had no idea what kinds of models were produced within those workshops.

Through the reflection on the blade, he saw black pupils transform into deep whirlpools, almost pulling him in.

The radiant light of the Myth System collided with the fading soul form of the Primordial Emperor. In an instant, the entire Primordial Purple Sea blazed with dazzling brilliance, warming even Qin Jun.

Tian Ermiao spent over ten million purchasing herbicide, yet the weeds weren’t completely eliminated. It wasn’t that the herbicide was insufficient—two bottles remained unused. Even after pouring all of it, the weeds merely appeared withered but did not die completely.

But seeing was believing; everyone understood that Yang Xuan had previously concealed his true strength. With his power, even facing the two supreme beings Bloodless Sky and Ghostless Twin, he could confront them without defeat, so formidable it was almost unbelievable.

Voices rose one after another. Yi Qingwu’s face shifted from anger to bashfulness, as if she wished to disappear into the ground.

Just as Zhang Wei was about to charge forward, Qinglian suddenly turned and slapped Qingfeng hard across the face with a backhand.

Many whispered among themselves and prepared to leave. The Jiuxiao Sect’s large-scale mobilization clearly signaled a vendetta, though no one knew who their target was.

Upon hearing this word, the bald man suddenly turned, eyes locked on Tan Ranran, and stepped forward with a punch aimed at her face.

The moment the words “junior” were uttered, the Sword Slave’s expression changed drastically, and the entire hall erupted into a tumultuous uproar.

His face was grim and ferocious. Being humiliated by Zhang Wei in the Dragon Head Hall filled him with boundless hatred and murderous intent.

One black, one gold, both sides’ momentum surged, raising gusts of wind around them. In the blink of an eye, they became two tornadoes, growing in strength.

He browsed through several posts and found one claiming to have defeated the Blue-Clad Swordman. Excited at first, he later realized hundreds of similar posts existed, all claiming to be that Blue-Clad figure.

Jinfeng laid back again and laughed, “You started it, yet now you blame me. Fine, let me get some good rest, and when I’m refreshed, I’ll spar with you again.” After speaking, he indeed closed his eyes. Jiang Wanying, feeling sorry for him, quietly tidied the dishes and slipped out.

Of course, he would never share these intimate matters with others like common soldiers. She was his alone; no matter how exceptional she was, he would keep it deeply hidden and enjoy it privately.

Lost in thought, a shimmering portal suddenly appeared at the center of the hall. Aelnis turned and saw Hayes’ figure drifting out from within.