Volume One, Chapter 57: Senior Brother May Be at Fault, but Clearly, Si Jinnian Bears Greater Blame

The other Underworld Monarchs felt the same way, their gazes fixed on Han Dong’s face with a mixture of astonishment and vigilance. Up to this point, out of the forty-nine Fate God Monarchs, very few remained; a rough count showed only seven survivors.

After muttering to herself, Lin Ai crept to the edge of the roof, leaned out to observe for a moment, and made sure that the mechanical lifeforms truly paid her no mind before calling out to Judah.

At that exact moment, a faint sound suddenly traveled into their ears from an unknown distance.

The cause of the eldest young master of the Ji family’s death bore no suspicious elements, and having passed away half a year ago, everything was now settled. Ji Yuebai was set to be the next head of the household. Given the circumstances, why was there still open hostility directed toward him?

Chen Chong propped himself up with his saber, his body swaying as he stared with bloodshot eyes at the wave of approaching water bandits.

Princess Yuzhen was terrified that Ye Chong, young and hot-tempered, would act rashly and argue heatedly with Cao Tian on the spot, turning red in the face or even coming to blows.

“What is going on here?” Celia, who had originally intended to channel magic to harm herself, found her current state far too wretched. She could only nod and ask Olidean, though her gaze never left Sophia, Gu Hua, and Lin Ai.

Zhu Can sat rigidly upright across from him like a motionless statue, yet he took issue with Ye Chong’s posture.

Lin Ai looked up to see that the lights on top of the white tower, used to guide the landing of flying mechas, were still lit, though they now carried an eerie vibe that left her momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Driven by a sudden surge of unexplainable courage, Shunyu half-closed her eyes, abruptly reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, and lowered her head, burying herself in his cool yet broad embrace.

Tang Qiansu and Feng Feiye hid by the window to peer inside. In the mist-filled room, Lei Ting stood amidst the steam, accompanied by several unfamiliar men who were unloading burlap sacks from their shoulders. As it turned out, they contained four living, breathing young women.

His face turned away from the light, he lowered his head and pressed his lips down in a kiss. Fingers much smoother and cleaner than they would be a year later pressed against my chin. After kissing me for a long time, he finally released me, his clear eyes holding a smile as soft as twilight clouds.

When Lily’s flashlight swept across the area, all that could be seen was a bulging bundle.

Bai Yechuan had no idea what was going on, assuming she simply did not want him to remove her clothes.

After distributing the porridge, Meng Le took Lin Changgong to a restaurant and ordered a lavish table of dishes.

Lily emerged relatively early, while the rising sun did not appear until many days later.

Over the past few months, she had saved around a hundred taels of silver from selling face powder, but this money was reserved for opening her own shop; how could she possibly give it to the Lin family?

She had long stopped wondering why such an ordinary, low-energy world possessed spiritual plants.

Lu Zhiyuan suddenly took a large stride directly in front of Mili, wrapped an arm around her waist, and slowly lowered his head to whisper near her ear.

Until this very moment, until that massive foot came crashing down violently from the void, the slender Vietnamese soldier finally felt a sprout of anger, a surge of deep-seated national hatred erupting from within.

At that moment, however, the demonic wolf leaped into the air, opening its bloodthirsty maw to reveal rows of gleaming, razor-sharp teeth.

These supreme weapons must have belonged to the legacy of the Thunder Sage, though the legacy certainly comprised more than just a few supreme weapons.

For the first time, Ye Zhen felt a sense of utter helplessness. The Twelfth Princess resided deep within the imperial palace, entirely beyond her reach, rendering all her schemes seemingly useless. Had new variables truly emerged? With Huang Wanru gone and the Twelfth Princess taking her place, could Ye Hua escape the shackles of fate in this lifetime?

“It’s nothing. I know my own body. Today I’m happy. Xixi, let’s have a drink,” Cen Kexin said drunkenly.

“That’s wonderful, you and I can keep each other company,” Cheng Jingxian said with a pleased smile. After pulling Ye Zhen along for a casual stroll, she prepared to return home, but before leaving, she made sure to remind Ye Zhen to seek her out at the Noble Consort Xian’s banquet. Ye Zhen nodded helplessly in agreement, whereupon Cheng Jingxian contentedly boarded her carriage and slowly departed.

They decided by a vote whether Shen Junfang should be allowed to use the facilities. Liu Hong and the sisters who had never been deceived by men thought it was acceptable, while two sisters who had fallen victim to deception shook their heads like rattles, their eyebrows raised in anger as they unanimously agreed it was unacceptable.

Striking the iron pig from its head to its feet, and then from its feet back to its head, beating every single inch of its body until no part was spared, a continuous, dense sound like exploding firecrackers echoed endlessly.

He had assumed Yang Jiazhen had merely returned to rest or quietly attend to his own affairs, but he never expected that Yang Jiazhen had come back deliberately to pick a fight. Since he could not persuade Yang Jiazuhua, nor Qian Qiyue, his only option was to start with Old Master Yang.

Unable to hold back his fiery temperament, a loud chuckle escaped his lips with a "pfft." The stuttering Bai asked, "What's wrong? Is it really that funny?"

At these words, the figures suspended in the air could not help but frown, subconsciously turning their gazes toward the Five Elements.

A streak of black light instantly left his hand and struck the large luminous sphere. A tangible collision erupted upon impact, and immediately afterward, a black mark marred the surface of the previously dazzling orb.

By the time the forty-ninth item was auctioned off, the five hundred million crystals had been mostly depleted, leaving a mere thirty million.

“What business is it of yours?” Chen Xijun retorted with a flushed face, betraying the embarrassment of having her thoughts seen through.

One could easily imagine that once the reporters published these articles, Yuan Zhouzi’s reputation would undoubtedly soar to its absolute peak.

He had wanted to display his might and open the eyes of these people who looked down on him, but wasn't this just slapping his own face? This gadget was entirely too unreliable.

“Senior Brother Ye!” Xiaoxiang shrieked in terror from the side, flying like lightning to the spot where Ye Ying had landed. She whirled around, spreading her arms to block him, and gazed toward Qin Yan with a pale face.

Hearing this, Peng Mingxuan found himself in a difficult spot. Distribute firearms? There were over a hundred people on the scene, and the platoon's limited arsenal was not even enough to equip ten percent of them.

Nymph’s voice was clearly so adorable, yet Lang Qi felt she resembled a demon far more than an angel at that moment.