Volume 1, Chapter 24: Your Highness, you truly cannot protect me.

Zhao Ye took the wooden box from Xiang Zhu and opened it. Looking at the gaudy, pure gold butterfly hairpin inside, he sneered, "Is this cheap trinket really worth the slap you took to the face?"

Zhang Jing’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, a gleam of excitement flickering repeatedly within them. She was highly confident that Uncle Xiao would not reject her proposal; after this matter, he might even come to regard her with more favor.

Though the fat man had been struck twice, his rugged constitution allowed him to let out a thunderous roar at the critical moment.

The year 656 of the Aslan Empire was destined to be anything but ordinary. After three days of rest, old Tuge left behind the decimated Second Woma Regiment to garrison the city, and the rest of the party, braving the biting winds of early spring, set off once again on the long trek toward the Imperial Capital.

All the students listened in silence to the melody drifting slowly from the music box. Many had already recognized it as Yang Luo’s voice, yet they had never heard this song before, and they could not help but gaze at him with shock and disbelief.

In the entire palace, there were few she could truly speak to; aside from Baoqi, Baoqin, and Wu An, she could only share a few words with the Emperor.

However, as things reached this point, certain truths naturally surfaced. It seemed that it was no longer difficult for anyone to see that Bei Wuji had intentionally maneuvered Mo Long into visiting Mount Wangu.

Even if there were others who wanted to interview her, after hearing the middle-aged man’s words, they dared not approach Lu Qinghuan again.

This begged the question: how could it be possible in this world for someone to see one object when two were placed together, yet remain blind to the other?

At first, they were merely mutated beasts, but as the apocalypse virus gradually fused with their genetic makeup, they slowly evolved into orcs capable of independent thought and transformation.

Once the fat man peeled away that layer of stone crust, the non-brittle rock beneath was finally exposed to the air.

Chen Fan did not leave to seek out Shen Jiabing; instead, he returned to a lounge to send a message to Black and White Impermanence.

"No difference? Then we shall delay it." Although Cheng Yiben was deeply displeased, he suppressed his anger and held his tongue.

Mosen raised his eyes, looking at the tall, slender figure shrouded in the dark silence... his mind preoccupied with what the person in charge of Luocheng had told him.

Ye Xuan unleashed the Nine Tribulations Spirit Blood Sword and the Asura Blood Saint Armor, transforming into a streak of light as he followed the righteous masters into the heart of the enemy army.

"I’m sending you to a final destination. Fare thee well." Nine Infants had already charged forward. Despite its massive size, it moved with the speed of thunder. Its giant wings flapped violently, its sharp claws thrust forward, and with a sudden, massive somersault, it slammed fiercely into the ten-thousand-meter-long block of blood-ice. With a deafening roar, the ice—and the Peng-headed Huangwu trapped within—were driven deep into the chasm.

The Emperor’s real estate development was the first major project since Xiangyu went public. Because the outside world knew that Jian Mo was involved in the design, there was extra scrutiny, with everyone hoping to see a heart-stopping masterpiece just like the one from four years ago.

Guo Jia dismounted, and Xiahou Dun, standing to one side, furrowed his brow; there was clearly something strange in the surroundings.

Outside the city, the enormous phantom flailed its two arms frantically, its malevolent aura soaring to the heavens, its pressure rolling outward like a tide.

"This, this..." Baochun struggled for a long time, unable to think of a single redeeming quality for that person. As for his temper, it was volatile and unreasonable; he would fly into a rage after only a few words.

Faced with Cheng Yiben’s words, his faint smile, and his utter lack of defense or explanation—as if it were all a matter of course—Pei Shiyin felt a surge of hatred. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him, and stared at the scenery outside the car window. This man was truly detestable; she hated him to the core.