Chapter 41: What a Beautiful Lady

Ye Yue could no longer bear Tang Yu’s scorching gaze; flustered, she fled using her lightness skill. Watching Ye Yue’s silhouette vanish into the darkness, Tang Yu stood up, stretched lazily to loosen her muscles, and, humming a tune, strolled toward the palace gates.

There was still some distance to the gate when Tang Yu heard chaotic commotion outside, unusually loud against the tranquil night.

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That aura—it belonged to the Demon-Slaying Sword. In my seventh life, when I became a disciple of swordsmanship, I entered the demonic path and slaughtered ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine infants.

Thus, the swordsman in gray was actually wounded while saving Wu Shun. At this moment, the CG animation finally appeared: the scene of the gray-robed swordsman risking everything to rescue him.

Frankly speaking, Olivia, after finishing her farming and marshaling her troops, could sweep across the continent so easily only because the Northern Territories and the Empire of Niflgaard had almost exhausted their war potential. Perhaps only after a period of recuperation could a third great war erupt.

Jiang Moli’s aura grew ever more fierce—an imperial force vanished before them, and in the blink of an eye, he flew hundreds of feet to the spot where Chu Junting had exploded.

“Old man, this is exactly what I’ve been waiting for!” Su Bai, eyes narrowed, suddenly unleashed the soul of the Flame Dragon.

Such independence and rebelliousness hint at his potential as an outstanding writer, but his talent for writing is truly lacking; thus, diligence must make up for his shortcomings.

That day, Chen Zuyi led his men into the village. She was then in the midst of her wedding ceremony; Chen Zuyi’s men took control of everyone, including her groom—her beloved.

“Doctor, how’s my second brother’s arm? Is there any hope for recovery?” Jun Yili asked anxiously.

Chu Junting hovered in mid-air, seeming to merge with the great formation, his right fist smashing toward the Sword Sect disciples. Behind him, the Vital Energy Giant roared and likewise swept a fist toward the disciples’ location.

At least for now, from his perspective, I have connections with the Watanabe Group, Murakami Society, and Interpol, yet I am an islander raised in the Middle Kingdom. This left Nishikawa Yoshio utterly unable to discern who I truly was.

The serpent-eyed pursuer behind Liu Shi was about to catch up when it suddenly sensed the heat of the fire and slowed a little. Liu Shi seized the opportunity, leaping over the bonfire without looking back, continuing to sprint forward. Han Wei and Li Hua, having waited for Liu Shi, didn’t hesitate—they followed him in a wild dash.

“Haha, Old Lu, your moves are impressive. But honestly, we truly deserve these gifts. I’ll thank you on behalf of the soldiers,” Ye Changsheng said with a smile.

The method he used for tying the rope was one he’d used to bind hunted prey—even wild boars weighing several hundred pounds could not break free.

Still, there were some who had sensed something amiss since the previous scandal and now felt their suspicions were confirmed.

Wuying moved like a spider, clambering along the rope, inching down to its lowest point.

My eyes were damp as I paid, gently stroking the portrait. Am I a fool? Recently, I even grew jealous of the portrait of Xiao Yu’s mother in the basement, not realizing that my own likeness had been secretly tucked away in his wallet.

Damn, does this Fallen God have some kind of brain problem? He was the one who left the girl battered and bruised, yet now he’s irrationally yelling and screaming.

When he checked the phone card again, he found it was merely an anonymous card, with no owner information whatsoever. This left Hu Guolong, who had just been proud of his cleverness, stunned. He had hoped to track the call, to prove to Ye Feng’s side that he wasn’t completely useless.

Gentle sunlight spilled across us; Xiao Yu lay on his side, propping up his head, gazing at me intently. On that iceberg-cold face, a barely perceptible smile appeared. The scene was beautiful enough to be a painting.