Volume One, Chapter 55: The Cunning Thoughts of the Viper Beauty

Early in the morning, Hekun sent someone to deliver breakfast to Meng Yuan, claiming to sympathize with the hardships of caring for her young. Meng Yuan looked at the breakfast in her subordinate's hands and refused without hesitation, closing the door firmly.

Upon learning that the detested female had rejected his kindness, Hekun shot a furious glance at his subordinate. "Useless waste," he growled, then took the breakfast himself and went over in person.

When the knocking sounded again outside, Meng Yuan was feeding Qianqian. "Who is it?" she asked.

"It's me."

Meng Yuan had no idea who “me” referred to. "Name?"

Heh, I can endure it, Hekun restrained the anger rising in his chest. "My name is Hekun."

"Hmm? Why is he here?" Meng Yuan wondered what madness he was up to now.

"Yes, your subordinates are all excellent, mainly because they put in more effort," the man in black chuckled slyly.

From afar, Lin Chen could be seen pacing back and forth. Earlier, at the hotel parking lot, Lin Chen had hurried over to help open the car door.

The group exchanged glances, nodded to one another, then without hesitation scattered quickly in different directions to leave.

Qinyin stepped forward and presented what Xiangfei had mentioned: a stack of calligraphy copies, each sheet folded over the next, with each progressively more resembling Li Chenlan’s handwriting.

Perhaps restoring Sheng Ping’s health before Li Chenlan discovered it was the only thing Yin Chen could do at this moment.

Less than half an hour later, the voices of the emperor and empress finally arrived from outside. Everyone rose to greet them; only after the empress settled the dowager empress did they sit back down.

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Below, countless soldiers roared, their bodies simultaneously radiating powerful spiritual energy fluctuations.

At that moment, Cheng Chen wanted to visit Mr. Liu’s office to inquire about his medicines. He drove to the building, parked, and prepared to enter the company to find Liu.

Recalling how Cheng Chen had repeatedly acted arrogantly before him, even striking him many times and once kicking him in the family jewels, he was furious, having yet to seek revenge.

Interestingly, Sun Simiao and Cheng Yaojin had arrived from the southwest around the same time—one from Luzhou last month, the other from Shujun this month.

"I... from next door..." Outside the door, Li Mingshun half-carried the struggling Jin Taiyan, sounding faintly impatient.

Huang Meiying stared blankly at the scene, clutching her bag tightly, utterly stunned.

After repairing equipment at the blacksmith’s and buying potions at the apothecary, she looked up at the slender crescent moon above, its weak glow casting a grayish haze over the New Moon Continent.

Yet Hua Shuqing was puzzled: why did Master Cheng not oppose this? Even if not fond, surely he wouldn’t approve. Whenever the ugly girl called Cheng Yitian "Brother Yitian," he seemed quite accepting.

Bound by the dark curse skill, Chen Luo became the sole target of the curse chain, with links binding his entire body—not to harm, only to restrain.

Within the space, black mist slowly curled—though not true Black Corruption Mist, but residual fragments. Weaker than the true mist, these remnants gradually erode planets and rocks, destined one day to sprout and grow, restoring the full Black Corruption Mist.

Two Japanese soldiers dashed to the street barricade set up by the Red Mark Army at the crossroads, only to be felled twenty meters away by a burst of light machine gun fire. As soon as they fell, more Japanese troops surged forth, a black mass of swaying figures everywhere.

Tang Jianxin’s face flushed, seemingly stifled. His gritted teeth gave Tang Jianxiong, the young master of the Tang Sect who knew him well, a clear signal.

After mastering the Judgment Cross, Chen Luo spread the divine wings of the Phoenix Flame and soared out. His newly upgraded skill had just cooled down; descending from the sky, his energy was absorbed, replenishing as it was expended.

Sending someone to look for him while he himself returned to the Bailin District... Bailuting, what decision have you made?

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To this day, some do not understand why the navy spares captured pirates instead of executing them, instead wasting countless manpower and resources building such a massive fortress.

The voice could not be mistaken. The voice echoing in Lin Yi’s mind was the recurring demonic thought.

Ordinary assassins emit such heavy killing intent that experts sensitive to meridians can easily detect them. Hence, martial arts masters often become aware of their foes’ presence long before they arrive, positioning themselves advantageously to await and overcome with ease.

"Even if her future partner is not me, I hope she finds happiness and lives through these long and beautiful years," he murmured, "not to perish young, a fragrant life cut short."

Although Yue Lingshan and He Bixiang fussed, seeing that Brother Chong Duan ignored them, knowing he was composing poetry, they sulked off to the side—one photographing scenery, the other lost in thought—coexisting peacefully as they awaited the lord’s poetic work.

Though Duan Lang did not rigorously train in martial arts, he possessed extraordinary understanding, quickly mastering even the most difficult Taoist techniques of Chong and Gong.

"This is the sacred dragon bone. Send it to my family," Gu Long’s voice was clearly moved.

Among Lin Xie’s disciples, some were momentarily stunned, others remained calm, evidently prepared.

A cluster of light points gathered as Parker floated in the air, observing the sleeping Emilia while stroking his chin.

Song Suian could not always accompany Wu Nian to care for her. Upon hearing of a ghost market trading place, he ventured there alone, exchanging all his belongings for a precious yet largely useless Cangyan Jade Bracelet to gift Wu Nian.

However, He Yuanxuan waited outside, unwilling to leave. Bei Yunchen, unwilling to see him, immediately called someone to forcibly drag He Yunxuan away.