Volume 1, Chapter 43: Trying to Implicate Xiangzhu? The Empress Protects Her

Why bring up that cheap slave Xiangzhu again?
Could it be that in Yaner's heart, even knowing Xiangzhu was not pure, he was still willing to take her into the Prince Xiang's Mansion?
How could that be allowed!
Anger raged in the imperial noble consort's bright eyes. It was all the Empress's fault for insisting on coming to the Yikun Palace at this very time, leaving her no opportunity to have a proper talk with Yaner about Xiangzhu!

On the other side, Xiao Jingyan, accompanied by Soshui and Liusha, traversed the dense forest. Following the scent of blood, they finally arrived at the bloody site an hour later.

"Su Chun, Su Qingshan, you two stay behind to assist the Prince Regent," Su Huairu said directly to them without consultation.

"Uh..." Hua Qianli tugged hard at Shen Yifeng's sleeve, signaling him for help, but Shen Yifeng remained unmoved. He peeled off Hua Qianli's grip, withdrew his sleeve, and stepped aside, exposing Hua Qianli entirely to Luoshui Yi's view.

He gritted his teeth so hard that just as his dark pupils were on the verge of shifting into an eerie, dilated crimson the next second, Mingyao scooped him up in a single embrace.

Qin Mu replied, "I am Han Bing's uncle. Her mother was tied up with matters and couldn't make it, so she entrusted me to resolve Han Bing's issue."

After assuming his post, Zhao Kuo directly replaced the military commanders, altered the army's system, and completely discarded Lian Po's operational strategy, taking the initiative to dispatch troops to attack the Qin army.

After leaving the Galaxy Building, Meng Que returned home. This operation had been swift and decisive; by the time the Qian family found out, the Galaxy Building had already been sealed off, and Qian Bao, now disabled, had been sent to the hospital where he was undergoing treatment on the operating table under police surveillance.

"We're off. Call us if there's a problem, and call less if there isn't," Gorilla waved his hand, looking utterly impatient. The car engine roared to life, and it immediately sped away into the distance.

"Classified," Qin Mu answered. Although he didn't feel that being a security guard was anything shameful, he wasn't about to undermine Yang Qingting.

The shooting club's outdoor range was a grassy field—not the artificially cultivated, hedgehog-skin-like turf, but a genuine patch of wild grass.

Expecting Xiaotian to be puzzled by what that object was, Chen Hao was even more surprised when it actually recognized it.

Even the few sworn brothers who usually had a decent relationship with Fei Qian shrank their heads low at this moment, shaking their heads and sighing.

Ye Daoxin asked with winks and blinks. His current cultivation of divine sense relied primarily on the "True Scroll of Forging the Soul and Refining the Corpse," without referencing any other related divine sense techniques or possessing any relevant cultivation experience.

"Tianpo, it's all up to you, hero—!" Ye Bai let out a roar. Seeing from afar that Ye Bai had been swallowed into the fish demon's mouth, Yin Tianpo's eyes had long since turned blood red. Hearing Ye Bai's roar, he hoisted the giant sword in his hands, leaped up with all his might, and brought the massive blade down mercilessly onto the creature's forehead.

In response, the Immortal-Slaughtering Sword—destined for killing—sheerly leaped from its scabbard, its sword Qi filling the firmament to the point that even the clouds dared not appear, flying swiftly to pierce right through the chest of Ancestor Myriad Caves.

Although this man was worlds apart from the shadow in her heart, at this very moment, the man named Luo Xin felt far more real than that shadow ever could.

"Black Panther, finish him off!" Chu Tian-sheng still wore a smile as he uttered these words.

That being said, after Chen Hao acquired the Chaos Myriad Spirits Formula, his original array of techniques had directly melted away, while the Cloud Smoke Step and the Heavenly Luo Fist were fortunate enough to survive.

The highway Chen Hao traveled on was exceptionally wide and open, yet the appearance of zombies still kept the three of them somewhat vigilant.

Far in the distance, Ji Yi unfolded a one-zhang domain, within which countless chains of order flew and revolved, resplendent and glowing, pushing his vital essence and spirit to their absolute limits, akin to an unsurpassed celestial king.

And the prerequisite for taking a breather was to thoroughly inspect this eight-story residential building. Meanwhile, this bedroom of his—which had been cleaned up and still bore many traces of daily life—would inevitably draw their attention.