Chapter 62

Victoria spoke slowly, and while her words seemingly praised Christina, her tone was dripping with extraordinary contempt.

However, ever since Ye Hao entered her field of vision, this routine of work that she had maintained for years was completely upended.

Mo Zhifan was stunned for a moment, then sneered. Come again? Did she want to repeat the old trick? Just like the last time at the airport, did she really think he would stop in his tracks?

At this moment, feeling the threat and the reek of death, how could they dare to harbor the slightest bit of procrastination or hesitation?

Lin Jiatong looked quite pleasant, and her recent attire had become much more fashionable, completely shedding her usual icy demeanor.

Yet he noticed that Chen Feng was not looking at him, but was instead staring blankly at the single glass jar located at the very bottom of the spiral staircase, at the lowest point of the space.

One was to satisfy the needs of Bai Hui and the three Gu sisters; if he were to fulfill that, Luo Yang might need to support himself against the wall just to walk the next morning.

"Let's head in the direction of these bloodstains and see if we can discover anything!" Ye Tian said.

Murong An produced a wooden bowl; judging from the marks on the surface, it appeared to have been scraped out using a stone! Murong An held the wooden bowl to catch the dripping oil.

He thought to himself, finding the whole thing utterly incredible. He was a prince of the Haoyue Empire, yet a village boy and a scruffy black hound had actually managed to frighten him—this was truly like seeing a ghost. He hurriedly steadied his nerves.

Madam Bian's expression also shifted, reacting just like the townspeople nearby, instantly retreating a long distance, which earned her a wave of mockery.

Yan Xu naturally felt no psychological pressure now. Besides, he was quite familiar with earth fiends, as they were the ones he killed most frequently, and to this day, no enemy had ever been able to break his record.

Seeing that dozen or so people aggressively heading toward her, the maid grew anxious, and the hidden guards also frowned, glancing in the direction of Yu Tingfeng.

Upon rising, Gong Rumai had already fetched a censer and lit some incense. She never expected Elder Xiao to pass away just like that. She wondered how heartbroken her mother would feel when this news reached the capital, because Elder Xiao had only gone to protect the third young master at her mother's behest. This created an immense, irrepayable debt of gratitude.

This was infuriating; all their actions were completely under the control of others, which meant dealing with them would be a breeze for their adversaries.

"Just report it to me the exact way your subordinates reported it to you!" Yun Yixuan said in a lazy, indifferent tone.

Yun Hua felt a slight urge to laugh. This sounded rather like that game, Minecraft, except it was vastly more advanced—everything here was real, and magnifying it a hundred times revealed no pixels.

The dining room of the Half-Mountain Villa was semi-open. Xia Anduo sat alone at the dining table eating, and could see the others busy with their respective tasks.

Although he had already ordered people to search for the antidote, this time someone was determined to put him to death; how could an antidote be found so easily?

Because her father strictly forbade her from going to the imperial palace to stir up trouble, she had sneaked out this time without bringing a single servant.

During the time he had stayed in the primordial universe, Qin Yun had truly and deeply felt just how immense his potential was. He discovered that as this universe evolved, it belonged to the exact same tier of world as the one he previously lived in, which meant Qin Yun's future achievements would transcend those of the Ancestral Gods.

Are you saying that your suggestion to visit Ershu's maternal family was something I taught you? If you hadn't spoken such nonsense, would the Empress Dowager have reprimanded her?

Fang Rui had just opened the door, welcoming several makeup artists and their assistants from outside the courtyard and leading them upstairs.

"Not bad..." The Second Elder also gave a faint glance at the younger generation present; the strength of these youngsters was quite impressive.

However, Fang Hanjin did not pin much hope on this, because far too many Expeditionary Force soldiers had died here. Even in later generations, the domestic authorities had failed to conduct large-scale searches for the remains of these soldiers due to various reasons.

"I don't know. I only know that the person was an old man with long white whiskers and a somewhat lewd look in his eyes. It's very likely he is an Ancestral God, because I couldn't see through his strength." Long Yun replied truthfully.

What kind of keen hearing did Fang Jueqian possess? Naturally, she caught the sound of those footsteps, yet after waiting for a while, Wang Qinghou did not emerge.

At least this time the Kuomintang operatives did not kick a man while he was down, nor did they urge Yao Weiming, merely following closely behind him. At this moment, they too felt a sense of uneasy apprehension, uncertain whether the people below would actually keep their word and truly let them walk away.

This man wore a black shirt and appeared somewhat lean, yet his haggard face surged with towering fury, and a thick, murderous aura emanated from him, startling quite a few onlookers.

Knowing this all too well, Meng Hechuan also concealed things on every front, striving hard to draw a clear line between himself and all of this.

And now, Huayi's ambition was glaringly obvious. The two wholly-invested film projects announced so far this year—one aimed at box office numbers and the other at accolades—could not possibly have clearer objectives.

Hongli nodded with a smile, saying, "I always thought you were reluctant to go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation." With that, he naturally took her hand and walked toward the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Is there anything that cannot be said to my face? Why be so secretive about it?..." Sister Pang said as she walked up to He Shuqi.

Having lived her whole life trapped in memories and expecting to spend her remaining days that way, she suddenly received word that her husband's wife was actually still alive. Who could possibly accept such a thing?

First came a period of a black screen, followed by the appearance of an image: inside a pitch-black room, an oil lamp was burning—truly an oil lamp. Li Hai thought to himself, surely this isn't a terrorist organization's video, is it? Will some unfortunate soul about to be beheaded live on camera pop up next?

After Louis Koo rattled off a lengthy account of his hardships since his debut, he finally bowed and stepped down, making way for Qiao Nuo, who was wearing high heels and holding a rather heavy trophy that made her look somewhat weary.

Facing Lin Xiaotian's gaze, Yamamoto felt a trace of fear as well, yet thinking of the glory of the Yamaguchi-gurenti and the honor of Bushido, he felt as though he were once again filled with invincible strength.