Chapter 48

"I am not arguing with you anymore. I don't care whether he lives here or not; anyway, this young master is resourceful. Do you really think he would have nowhere to stay? I'm just poking my nose into other people's business like a busybody. Time for bed, everyone go to sleep, I'm sleepy," Hua Shangxue stood up and protested. If she kept talking, things would only get darker and more misunderstood.

After a round of reconnaissance, the Ai-Ying army was still fiercely pressing the siege. Meanwhile, the defenders of Romedak fought with great valor, refusing to let the Ai-Ying army gain any easy advantages.

Liu Xu took two consecutive shots to his fatal parts. The moment Zhang Yun pulled the spear out of his body, a wild spurt of fresh blood flew and splattered everywhere! The warm blood dripped down along the wax-like shaft of the spear.

Once I got outside, I truly understood what a melee really was. Since no one had the capability yet to establish teams, it was impossible to distinguish between allies and enemies. Consequently, anyone unfamiliar was hacked at indiscriminately, making the scene utter chaos.

"Then... let's continue!" Shaking off the confusing thoughts in his head, Simon said coldly.

Silver Moon, standing beside him, had to admit to herself that she was indeed no match for the girl hidden beneath the black robe before her.

Although two blazing fires flickered beside Zhao Yan, casting a ruddy glow over his entire body—enough to awaken a sleeping beast—to be precise, Zhao Yan was actually awakened by the loud, clamorous voices.

The emissary sent to find Mou Zi had returned. Not only did he bring Mou Zi back, but Kang Senghui had accompanied him as well. Overjoyed at the sight of them, I knew that with both of them here, my plan was bound to succeed.

Cheng Xi was far too foolish. In his moment of intoxication with triumph just now, he didn't simply plunge a knife straight through Lü Meng to end him. Although Lü Meng was injured, he had transitioned from a military commander to a strategist; his martial arts skills were naturally formidable. Even wounded, a mediocre general like Cheng Xi was simply no match for him.

"Because there were quite a few Gu poisons in your body previously. With your capability, you were fully capable of detoxifying them, yet you chose not to," Madam Yu stared straight at Bai Yuzhu and said.

"I came here to look for someone! Do you think I'm like you? Bro has principles! Casual hookups without marriage in mind are nothing more than being a scumbag!" Zhuang Zhong snapped indignantly.

Yet, even the most intricate Cloud-Escalating Ladders could not shut out those with ulterior motives. Confined to an isolated courtyard, Huangfu Ao's hands trembled slightly as he gazed at the letter before him.

"I am here to accompany Ranran for the holiday. From now on, no matter what holiday it is, I will come to keep her company. Sisi and Niansian are the same," Shen Xia said with a smile, holding the large apple tightly as she sat down beside the hospital bed.

Feng Yehuan gently holding Princess Anyang in his arms? That was an absolute impossibility, yet she also believed that Zir'er was not lying. So what on earth was going on? She had to go and see for herself.

"What is going on?" When Feng Yehuan saw that Bai Yuzhu had regained consciousness, he asked her with concern in his eyes.

"I am resting here tonight," Feng Yehuan looked at Bai Yuzhu, who had changed into a nightgown embroidered with silver leaves and whorls, and said to her softly with tenderness in his phoenix-like eyes.

Lang Xingtian reported the matter to Yang Xianguo, clearly explaining the full gravity of the situation.

"As expected of my nephew, this cry sounds just like rolling thunder—vigorous and full of vital breath," Tang Tianyang said with a smile on his face.

Time ticked away second by second, and people waited anxiously, praying that things would take a turn for the better.

Just as Liu San finished making his malicious oath, lightning flashed and thunder roared, leading the workers to believe that Liu San would be struck dead by lightning in the very next second.

"That's like saying nothing at all," Qin Moyu rolled his eyes. Even if his strength were enough to subdue a heavenly flame, he had no ability to travel up to the celestial realm. Furthermore, since the heavenly flame resided in the immortal realm, its power surely could not be much inferior to that of immortals, and might even far surpass ordinary immortals. Even if he were to encounter one, he would simply be walking to his death in vain.

Luo Ziheng overlooked one crucial detail: the space between them was not a straight, empty line; seated between them was a fellow trainee from the camp—Caitou, who had injured his ankle earlier while blowing up the bunker. At that moment, staring in shock at the giant boulder rolling down the slope, he was entirely unable to react in time to dodge.

"Your manager provides great service; I wouldn't dare give you a bad review," Wu Fan said in high spirits, smiling at the restaurant manager. After swiping his card, he left a five-star rating, which brought a radiant smile to the manager's face.

Long Tian, who originally disliked foreigners, would actually wear a slight smile whenever he looked at Luo Jianguo. It went to show that good people deserved respect no matter where they were.

For some reason, his head ached terribly, unaware that the mist scattered by Lingfeng was perhaps a bit too heavy.

A shell of an egg—I snapped awake from my extreme grief. The "old man," the old man who had just died in my arms, had suddenly sat up. Seeing that familiar aged face, I ran toward him like a madman, spreading my arms wide in a desperate bid to give him a hug.

Tianyi dressed her in her pajamas, tucked her in under the covers, settled himself comfortably, and pulled her close into his arms as they drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

When Alan arrived at the square, most people had already gathered, followed by another ceremony.

"Everyone has worked hard," to cover up this awkward behavior, Oswald gave the other men of the caravan a hug as well.

That night, Consort Li began to hemorrhage. Lying beneath the crimson brocade quilt embroidered with magpies and plum blossoms, she looked like a fish washed ashore, turned white and translucent from prolonged dehydration. The imperial physicians did their utmost to save her, but ultimately could not stem the tide of her relentless bleeding. Before the second half of the night had even arrived, all hope was lost, and her fragrance vanished as she passed away.

Fortunately, he had the confidence to constantly suppress this evil energy using his own cultivation and the Red Mist Battle Qi.

Seeing that Qin Hao was now out of danger, the people present relaxed slightly. They shifted their gaze toward the grey-robed man and noticed that the expression of agony on his face was gradually fading, his condition appearing to have greatly improved.