Chapter 60: Shona's Confession

Wen Miaohan shouted to Wen Miaoting, "Sister, arrange for someone to go and pick up Jiasue."
Wen Miaoting nodded and went back outside to make a phone call.
[Wow, Wen Miaohan is really as good as her word and is going to take complete charge of Yuan Jiasue.]
[Yuan Jiasue has finally made it through the hard times. Yuan Jiasue, the sun has risen in your world!]
[She's just putting on a show because everyone is watching her. Once this matter dies down, do you really think Wen Miaohan will still care about Yuan Jiasue? Only fools like you...]

Looking around, Prime Minister Duomo was considered the most powerful figure in the entire Kingdom of Calan. With Prime Minister Duo here, there was indeed no need for excessive worry.
She had personally written a letter asking for rescue, requesting ten thousand taels of silver to help her through an emergency, yet they refused to give it, claiming they had no money.

Qian Youlan had long since prepared wine, tea, and seasonal fruits and pastries to serve them. On the zither table, there were both a zither and a zheng, accompanied by a jade flute.

Hua Xiong smiled coldly, his massive broadsword instantly clashing with the blade of Qu Yi, forcing Qu Yi to stagger back five or six steps. The look in his eyes as he stared at Hua Xiong was filled with sheer terror.

If it was arranged by someone else, that could be explained, but who could it be? Would he dare to say? Surely it couldn't be a dark-attribute rune master as well?

Just as Liao Xi was having the troops reorganize, preparing warships and getting ready to set sail for Wa, Wa on the other side was also beginning to stir. They indeed possessed an uncontainable ambition for expansion.

In the morgue, a man with a blurred face looked at her blankly, as if he had something to say, but only moved his lips without making a sound. Yet she heard it—the three words were "I'm sorry." I'm sorry? Was he sorry to her? Master Yuan San could not figure it out.

At first, Su Ning hadn't thought much of it; she merely wanted to test the popularity of handmade bags in Liuoxi Town, never expecting them to become a massive hit, attracting everyone's participation, cooperation, and affection.

The middle-aged man innocently explained that this was an innate ability possessed by all cultivators since ancient times, and there was no such thing as a trick to it.

A sharp pang of grief struck Mu Cong's heart, and he hurriedly rushed forward, grasping Xiao Ruolin's hands tightly. Only then did he notice that Xiao Ruolin's hands were frozen purplish-red and swollen, feeling as cold and piercingly chilling as blocks of ice.

When this object shot toward him, Yang Chen instinctively struck out with a palm, but the moment his hand touched this eye-like object, it passed right through his palm and imprinted itself between his brows.

Liu Wei's eyes brimmed with tears as snot streamed down his face; he no longer cared about dignity, for an arm was far more important than pride. What use was dignity if you lost your arm? Only with arms could he work hard to make money, and only with arms could he properly exact revenge.

After several consecutive days and nights without rest, a sense of exhaustion finally crept over him. Pushing open the window, the heavy, frosty moonlight and the biting wind rushed into his face. Amidst the flickering lamp shadows, Ruan Xingtian's lean and slender figure exuded a heaven-shaking weariness.

"Did I not make myself clear yesterday, or did you leave your ears behind when you came to this meeting?" Qian Qiyue flared up the moment she spoke. She didn't know why she was feeling so irritable today; she just felt uncomfortable all over and kept wanting to vent her temper. Although she knew that taking her anger out on others was wrong, she simply couldn't control it.

The previous bullet had grazed just past the top of his head, making Hua Cheng realize that the crisis of this night was extraordinary.

Those two alluring corpses lay within Ye Shaochen's Dao palace, their beautiful eyes still closed, yet dancing wildly and threateningly like some drunken ritual. Every single movement carried lethal force; had Ye Shaochen's Dao foundation not been profound, his Dao palace would have long been battered into who knows what state by them.

In this chaotic melee, the member of the Black Wolf Team harvested the greatest reward. In the blink of an eye, a report came in showing that the player's kill count had skyrocketed to 17, indicating that Black Wolf had also eliminated a good number of people.

This time, Shenxing Wuji did not answer on behalf of Ye Yuhuan. He simply gripped Ye Yuhuan's hand tightly, looking at her with encouraging eyes.

Mu Liang's palm strike was the final end for the evil monk. The last wisps of him dissipated into the air, and from then on, the evil monk was erased from this world.