Chapter 53: Enemies on a Narrow Road

Thus she decided to ignore Lin Yuhan and drink her sorrows away in solitude. However, after just a couple of sips, she choked and spat it everywhere, splashing Lin Yuhan and leaving him as an innocent victim of the spill.

Chu Ning's steps faltered. Lin Yuhao's words seemed to possess a magical allure, compelling her to change direction. She then walked over to the large boulder and sat down beside Lin Yuhao.

Those disciples sensed the surrounding demonic aura and naturally panicked, looking around frantically, and no longer paid any attention to Lin Shuihan. When no one remained to block his path, Lin Shuihan slowly began to move, walking up the mountain step by step.

Looking at Kaiyang intermittently, she remained immersed in an endless atmosphere of sorrow, though her incessant tears were mostly tears of joy.

Imperial Consort Wan was currently quite favored, practically holding the highest favor across all six palaces. It would do Qiao Yu no good to cross swords with the Chen family right now.

A smile touched Ren Yingying's lips. This young disciple of the Mount Hua Sect was completely different from the righteous people she usually saw; he was quite interesting.

Jin Xiyao and the Throne of Adjudication maintained a distance of over three hundred meters between them. The Throne of Adjudication had also put away his handgun, focusing entirely on pursuing Jin Xiyao.

Consort Xian, dressed in the formal attire of a top-ranking imperial concubine, walked calmly and with great poise toward the high platform. The morning sun behind her flooded the sky with light, seeming to herald her ascent toward glory from this day onward.

Yiren stayed behind, leaving Jiaren in the Plum Courtyard to keep Huanxin company while she went out to fetch a doctor. Jiaren had originally intended to leave as well, but considering Huanxin's injured leg, she decided to stay and help her tidy up, pour tea and water, and keep her from feeling lonely.

Hearing Shenhou say this, everyone looked at Yazi, especially Yinhu, whose eyes were filled with expectation. Everyone hoped that the works in their collection were genuine, even if there was only a 1% chance.

Mumu had just rushed out of the blast radius of the extreme-magnetic mine when it exploded behind him. Although it missed him again, it still gave Mumu a fright.

Leng Yurou kept a tight grip on one of Long Moxuan's hands, not knowing how to comfort him. Long Moxuan's eyes were hollow, and his expression was grim and terrifying. When Shangguan Jinfeng's ash urn was handed to him, he hugged it tightly, letting out a dry wail without being able to produce a sound.

"Caw..." With the cry of a phoenix, Lord Huang was blasted back more than ten meters, the illusion of the fiery phoenix on her body instantly vanishing. Moreover, as she retreated, blood was actually bursting and oozing from the palms of both her hands.

As reporters snapped photos repeatedly, observant individuals also noticed that while Leng Yurou's first press conference had been such a success—something that should have made her happy—a faint sorrow lingered on her face.

Yet when she turned her gaze toward Zhan Feihong, she found him scanning the trees on both sides with a thoughtful expression.

Jinbao rushed over with his men, two hundred of them standing neatly in a row. They grabbed whatever weapons were handy from the trunks of their cars and charged toward the auto repair plant.

Across the vast white snowy plain, a few scattered imperial banners fluttered in the biting north wind, snapping loudly. The camp gates stood wide open, yet the camp itself was entirely deserted.

His five fingers abruptly clenched into a fist, and a thick layer of spiritual gang-qi needles instantly coated the Third Chieftain's talisman-marked arm! In less than half a breath, he looked like a living hedgehog, appearing extremely prickly and formidable.

A smoky current slowly rose around the Cult Leader, gradually forming a massive vortex that whipped up flying sand and rolling stones. Ling Tian could not help but retreat dozens of steps; the Cult Leader's "Smoky Dark Verdict" seemed even more terrifying than the combined forces of the eight red-robed archbishops.

Xiao Han grabbed her, and under that irresistible force, the young woman acted as though driven mad, still cursing and striking out at him.

After taking their seats, Zeng Qiuyun put on a very nervous expression and remained silent, making the atmosphere between her and Qiu Zhenzhen increasingly awkward.

Having listened to Baili Cai'er's account, Duan Qiu and Leng Si confirmed that, without a doubt, it was the Flower of Despair.

"It seems you haven't been doing too well lately; you look quite haggard," Puyang spoke first, breaking the silence.

Lin Xinhong watched as Dan Mingxu sat dejectedly on the grass. He crossed his arms and sat down beside him. Looking up, the sky was a deep, dark blue, veiled in a layer of mist—the sky of Beijing, where even a single star was hard to find.

Since it was an aphrodisiac, if they had strictly stopped it from the very beginning, wouldn't the later tragedy have been avoided?

Come to think of it, within the entire Yin family clan, he felt that no one possessed deeper scheming than this child, Yin Shixiu.

However, cultivating a battle-hardened cavalryman was no easy task; it required spending years enduring the trials of the battlefield. Such soldiers were mostly veterans who had survived countless battles, possessing formidable combat power and rich combat experience. They formed the backbone of Qiangqu's forces.

Although this poison currently seemed of no use to him, in the days to come, there might well be an opportunity to give them a taste of their own medicine.

Therefore, no one dared to contend with Duan Qiu for it, especially since he was a peak supreme whose background was completely unknown.

"Ah, this imported liquor has quite a strong kick; my head feels a bit dizzy." Daguan pressed a hand to his forehead and tried to stand up, but after several attempts, his entire body felt weak and devoid of strength.

"The two of you, stay your steps, please stay!" The steward was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly rushed forward to grab Li Zhishi, only to be brushed aside by a sudden tug of the latter's arm.

Could this painting be a warning that the soul of this body had not actually vanished? Could it be that at some unknown moment, his soul would return, fight him, and seize control of the body?

"Catch them! They are right there!" A loud voice echoed from behind. Xiaohui instantly grabbed my hand, pulling me along as we ran forward. I didn't dare to think too much; the sound of those burly men forcefully smashing against the motorcycle still rang in my ears as I fled along with Xiaohui.

Lan Lianxia finally could not hold back and burst into laughter. She truly had not expected that a problem so simple in the twenty-first century would become some kind of world-class conundrum here.

How could Lan Lianxia not understand the Empress's words? What she failed to understand, however, was why the Empress would utter such words right in front of the Emperor. Wasn't she afraid the Emperor would suspect her of trying to win over court officials?

"Knowing that, you still decided to go exact revenge?" Nie Wei did not agree with her actions. Doing this would bring her no benefits whatsoever, plunging her only into an even more wretched plight.