Volume 1, Chapter 56: Matched with Sophie in PK

Yu Yansui sat at the vanity table, letting the makeup artist apply her makeup for the day. Since she was cosplaying the Goddess of Baiheliang from Honor of Kings, she had woken up early to get her costume and makeup ready.

Unlike the subtle, light makeup Yu Yansui usually applied herself, today's look involved heavy hands from the makeup artist, resulting in a much more dramatic and vivid finish.

Once finished, Yu Yansui gazed into the mirror to admire her own beauty.

"Could it be that Xi is lying to me? Everything he said about a father, a spatial rift, and building mechas to defeat the mechanical titans—is it all a lie?" Zhang Yifang took a deep breath, a myriad of mythical beasts stampeding through his mind.

Pellegrini walked from the sidelines to the technical area and slowly sat down. On the surface, he appeared calm, but the reality was that he had been extremely nervous at that moment, and he could still hear the furious pounding of his heart.

In mid-air, invisible to the naked eye, a fragment of divine soul originating from Wei Wuji's spiritual sea floated suspended. Surrounding the soul fragment were transparent incantation seals, each radiating an esoteric and profound aura.

It is worth mentioning that Cherry Blossoms Fluttering voluntarily stepped aside to let Matchstick join this mission, while she and Liu Wei had been dispatched by Zhang Yifang to handle other tasks.

Moke was momentarily stunned, a hint of awkwardness washing over his expression. He was entirely unaware of these hidden secrets of the martial world; based purely on the martial arts television dramas he had watched over the years, Tai Chi was supposedly created by Zhang Sanfeng.

Milito squandered this golden opportunity and shook his head repeatedly. Just moments ago, he had been virtually one-on-one with the goalkeeper, but unfortunately, he failed to put enough power into his shot, missing the chance to break the deadlock.

It would not only be the royal family that perished; countless commoners would die as well. With it being nighttime and everyone fast asleep, the odds of escaping were bound to be extremely slim. Naturally, kind-hearted men like Chen Taibai and Lu Daoling felt a profound sense of sorrow.

Little did he know, this was merely a scripted drama directed and performed by Shen Jiaming. His sole objective was to make Luo Qiran fall hopelessly in love with him.

The damage sustained by the Thunder Storm Tank plummeted by a staggering 30 percent! And that was without taking a direct hit; had it been struck head-on by the liquid cutting beam, the consequences would have been truly unthinkable.

He patted Xuanyuan Longfei on the shoulder and said, "Cultivate diligently! As long as we don't die, we will always have a chance to break free from the shackles of a corpse and reach a higher realm, do you understand?" Even for a zombie cultivating the Dao, possessing memories of past lives offered no similar precedents.

Baimu Zhen noticed something was amiss. Before she could shout out a warning, Zhou Ruolin had already untied Li Tianqi and leapt into the air toward her.

Xiao Yunfei shook his head with a bitter smile, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placed it between his lips, and flicked a lighter. Taking a drag, he slowly exhaled a ring of smoke and leaned his back against the wall. After tonight, once he helped Liu Qing fetch her mother, he would also leave Longhai and go live on the island with Zhang Jing.

Yet he realized it was already too late. His hands, feet, and torso were bound round and round by sturdy vines, to the point where even breathing felt constricted, let alone attempting to break free.

By now, going to visit Ye Rong was entirely out of the question. Ever since the Empress Dowager fell gravely ill at the start of the year and the new Emperor was placed under house arrest, no one knew who was leading the Qing government, and the entire city was now on high alert, with everyone living in fear.

A cold sneer hung on Gu Xing's lips as he slowly walked toward Tang Feng. He walked with agonizing slowness, yet to Tang Feng, every step was fraught with mortal danger.

The brain matter of a wind-born beast, however, completely lacked this drawback. As long as you possessed the brain matter, you could drink it freely, and no one would interfere for tens of millions of years. Of course, all the wind-born beasts in this world combined could be counted on one's fingers.

Director Zhang sighed and then walked away. Zhang Donghai looked at the door and smiled. He didn't know why he was smiling, as if he had tasted some sort of victory.

Ye Luxing smiled and said, "That is for the best. Please convey my greetings and best wishes to Eldest Sister-in-law and Mother on my behalf." Ye Luxing agreed, hurrying back to the Zen room to pack his luggage.