Chapter 53 I Will Make You Mrs. Ji

Qiao Zhilin trembled slightly. She knew all too well what would befall her once this matter was exposed; she had to drag Yu Xiangsi down with her.

"You knew all along? Since you knew from the start, why did you simply stand by and watch me swap the documents?" Qiao Zhilin demanded. "Are you going to deny that you wanted to play along and turn the tables?"

Yu Xiangsi said earnestly...

Although Xiao Yang was unable to use true qi, his swordsmanship and fist techniques were extraordinary. After knocking down several Nether Guards, he began his escape.

Lin Qin looked down, but everything appeared normal. Furball was not within the Eight Gates Flying Palace; once submerged in water, it was completely invisible to the naked eye and could only be tracked through the blood pact connecting them.

Meanwhile, when Xia Heti fled, apart from Shen Derong, Min Binwei, and Zhongli Yuanhui, whom he had dragged along with him, the remaining thousand-plus people had likewise vanished without a trace.

"It's been so long since I managed to escape from home! There's never-ending work at the guesthouse every day, and whenever I wanted to leave, I'd worry that guests might return. Being able to come out and wander around like this is just wonderful," Hyori said, sighing with emotion to Jieun in the back seat as she drove.

While serving Dong Zhuo, Li Ru had developed a fine habit: whenever he offered advice or made suggestions, he never used a definitive tone, always phrasing them as inquiries.

The fleeing footsteps of the thirty-odd cultivators from the four clans suddenly came to a halt, their eyes filled with boundless terror. Before they could make a new decision, however, rows of blazing fires suddenly erupted out of thin air along the periphery of a dozen-mu patch of ground in front of the grand hall.

Not only them, but hundreds of Buddhist prodigies had suffered the exact same fate, leaving only two Buddhist heirs and a mere three slightly ordinary Buddhist prodigies who managed to ascend the stone steps.

Lu Jinping had already decided to deliver this letter directly to Li Longji. Longji was an enlightened monarch—at least in the early stages of his reign—and he would surely recognize the gravity of the stakes and prevent the news from leaking.

If he hadn't wanted to show off a little in front of Yan Chixia and the Fu sisters, Emperor Zhang would never have bothered giving such a long-winded speech.

Li Longji carried out a city-wide manhunt to slaughter Empress Wei's faction, executing every male in the households of those who participated in the rebellion whose height exceeded a horse whip. For a time, the entire capital was engulfed in a reign of terror, an event known in history as the Tanglong Coup.

After snapping back to their senses, everyone wore expressions of utter astonishment. Holy crap, was Young Master Tong really going to run in a circle in the buff?

Looking into Fu Yuanyuan's somewhat perplexed gaze, Madam Shen suddenly remembered that in this lifetime, she did not yet know Leng Jingrou.

In their past life, those two sisters had caused the original owner's death. In this lifetime, watching them endlessly lock horns and torment each other was the ending Fu Yuanyuan relished the most.

Could his son be wanting to see the second Fu girl and, having no excuse, come to ask his old man for help?

"Xier, it's like this. Chen and I came out for a drink tonight. He wasn't in a very good mood, drank a lot, and still wants more, but I have to leave for a bit. Could you come over and keep an eye on him for me?" Su Boyuan said into the phone while glancing in Shi Jingchen's direction.

I have to admit that although this old fellow's background remains a mystery to me to this day, he is definitely no ordinary person.

Baring its teeth and revealing terrifying fangs, it walked toward Liu Chunhua while issuing a warning growl.

Yet the more it was like this, the more he longed to see her every day. Once woken up in the morning, he could no longer fall back asleep, so tossing and turning, he finally decided to come over and share lunch with her.

Twenty-seven this year, twenty-eight the next; the years keep ticking upward, yet as for his own thoughts and how to break out of his current predicament, he remained utterly at a loss.

Originally, we still had confidence. With my and Zhan Baifeng's strength at the seventh revolution, coupled with Bai Muhe as a genuine Golden Immortal, it was practically impossible for us to encounter any existence that could threaten our lives.