Chapter 27

If these words had come from Zhao Duo, they would have been perfectly logical, as they were political rivals vying for the throne; yet, why did they come from Zhao Che?
Hu Weiyun, eavesdropping from the next room, could no longer sit still the moment he heard the commotion; he scrambled to his feet and bolted outside.
He simply used Zhao Che as a shield, confident that Shen Mu could never approach Zhao Che to verify the truth of the matter.
The dark battlefield guarded by Lin Qiluo was currently the safest realm; with an Arch-Monarch level sub-god beast on watch, even the King of Demon Spirits would find no advantage there.
Now, no one questioned Old Xiao’s judgment anymore. The soldiers followed him back to the entrance, but to their horror, the entrance had been sealed. With no path left to retreat, they had no choice but to force their way through the Stone Forest.
Following his previous route, Wanglou returned to his quarters, studied his secret manuals for a while, and then, as night fell, quietly made his way to the hillside behind the mountain. There, a youth named Chen Feng was waiting for him.
Having said this, Zuo Xuan soared into the air and charged toward the camp of the Ma God.
Yuan Fang pondered for a moment and added, "Remember, do not mention this to anyone else. I shall handle it myself, do you understand?"
Crossing a pale-colored rock, the figure landed on the other side and stopped, leaning against the cliff face, gasping for breath.
Wu Dalang and his companions were, of course, unaware of the plans of Wuyan Guang and his men. After all, they had no spies embedded within the enemy ranks and could only observe the movements of the Liao soldiers from afar.
"But you never lived to see the day the Huang family would set you free." At this point, I was overcome with deep sighs and lamentations.
After walking through the hunting grounds for a while, Ye Feng heard a series of explosions, and red light flickered in many places.
The person who had been panting with exhaustion while carrying two bags of goods earlier was now full of vigor, causing passersby to stop and stare at her.
The forward fortress was swallowed up completely by the ocean of countless mutated rats, not even creating a ripple as it vanished.

The two met at a coffee shop, and due to Lan Fengchen’s status, they specifically requested a private room. When Su Mo arrived, Lan Fengchen was already there, leisurely sipping his coffee.
Cha Xiangsi was also filled with doubt; without Ye Lei’s help, how could those past initiates have escaped the trial that had not yet begun?
Are they truly weeping for me? I no longer care about that question. My concern lies with Xuan Ye, Su Mo'er, and Rong Hui; the three of them were kneeling before my body, weeping with such abandon that all decorum was lost. I sighed softly; alas, what is there to weep for?
She couldn't help but feel fortunate that everything was still in time; otherwise, she feared that had she missed Xia Zixuan, she might never have encountered someone who loved her as much as she loved him.
"Die!" Wang Yu gasped for breath after unleashing his ultimate move, clearly having exhausted a vast amount of energy.
Upon hearing this, all of Zhou Ruoshui’s suspicions vanished like smoke. Her heart felt as sweet as honey, brimming with contentment. A hint of shyness crossed her face as she whispered, "My husband is wounded and should not stand for long. Let us sit to speak." She then helped him to a chair with the assistance of Liu Fuling, who had hurried over.
Xuan Yi looked at the leather scroll in his hands, finding the hypothesis impossible to believe, yet there was truly no other explanation. "She left on her own..." Even as he said it, he doubted the truth of his own words.
Some adventurer groups acted exclusively as mercenaries, accepting no missions other than war. In this other world, war was the one thing never in short supply, especially in the vast lands north of the Alsa Mountains, which were a hotbed for conflict.
Luohe Academy was located on the planet Luohe, a world surrounded by mountains and rivers with fresh air and an off-the-charts livability index.
"Impossible. Inform the other angels; this is top secret. Anyone who leaks it shall be utterly annihilated in body and soul," Liu Ming said coldly.
Chen Yun roared incessantly, showing no signs of stopping. This went on for two full months, as if it were the only way to alleviate the excruciating pain. During this time, he lost consciousness several times due to the duration of his wailing, only to be jolted awake by waves of agony.
"Apologies, everyone, for disturbing your fun. Carry on with your games once we leave; it is no matter!" Ma Yong looked at the gamblers, finished speaking, and walked straight out the door of the mahjong parlor.
The auctioneer was loudly introducing the provenance of the bronze furnace; whether it was Zhao Ruzhen or Wang Shixiang, they were both renowned collectors, and the piece was a treasure with a well-documented lineage.
"Boss Bai, I'm downstairs. Didn't you say we were going to see Li Xiaoqing?" An Ping heard Bai Hua’s voice, clearly still heavy with sleep, and felt a flicker of confusion.

Listening to Sister Gui’s rambling on the phone, Li Jiaxin’s mind had long since drifted to Song Zhihao.
If Liu Zhendong were truly formally investigated, he would surely have confessed something once inside; now that he was dead, nothing could be uncovered.
To Photoshop this bed photo, Lian Xiang had secretly snapped several shots, finally achieving the desired effect. Once the final product was finished, she would stare at the photo every night before falling asleep; the blurred, deep gaze of Ou Qihe and those thin, sexy lips haunted her dreams.
Though the God of Desolation had fallen, his ancient prophecies remained within the Baili and Dugu clans. Later, the ancestors of both clans surmised that the so-called "Spirit of Heaven" was likely related to the origin of the Great Dao—a forbidden power of great causality and terror.
The morning after Chen Hao’s incident, Chen Xi picked up the car from the 4S dealership and headed straight to the airport. Seeing his father sitting silently in the back, leaning his head against the seat with his eyes closed in exhaustion, the various explanations Chen Xi had prepared suddenly lost all meaning.
"What did you do to make him give you money?" Old Wang was bewildered, having no idea why the man had handed Bai Hua fifty yuan, assuming it was merely business.
Ren Xia had spent quite some time on the phone, failing to notice that office hours had long since ended.
"Where is it? Since you found it, why didn't you deal with it?" Bai Hua repeated, then quietly climbed off the bed, preparing to find a quieter, more convenient spot.
She watched helplessly as her mother’s figure receded further and further away, anxious and weeping, yet unable to shed a single tear. Just as she was in the depths of her distress, she was startled awake by that loud roar.
Qiao Anming emerged from the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe and slowly drying his wet hair with a towel.