Chapter 60

Even a fine goose cannot withstand the relentless chasing of a mangy dog, and sure enough, taking advantage of the memorial ceremony, it came trotting right behind them again.

"You killed my master, so I will kill him." The cat demon pressed her sword against An Zhijun's neck, her eyes glowing red.

Upon arriving at the Drunken Immortal Residence, they found that some of the people inside were already waiting outside, and the situation outside indeed looked quite lively.

Most of the shock-affected Black Judgment Guards turned pale, coughing continuously and vomiting mouthfuls of blood. Hearing this, they hurriedly reached into their wand pouches for the lowest-grade minor healing potions.

Thinking along these lines, she could not help feeling a bit amused at herself. What was done was done; what was there left to resist, and what was there to remain unable to let go of?

Before she knew it, she had stepped into the elevator, and only then did Le Chu snap back to her senses—had the two of them really been holding hands and walking together for so long?

Dong Di probably had not expected to injure me, and looking slightly startled, he relaxed the force in his hand. Yet to outsiders, that blade was still properly resting against my neck.

Whether due to Takasaki Haika mediating behind the scenes or for other reasons, the Naruse Bank's attitude toward Shiraishihara had been passable all along, though no tangible progress had been made.

As soon as Fu Xi stepped through the wooden door, he found it to be a fairly large private suite consisting of two connecting rooms. The outer room was an exquisite reception parlor, while the inner room featured a luxuriously decorated dining table. The dining table and chairs were entirely hand-carved, possessing an extraordinary magnificence.

Meanwhile, hearing how dangerous the previous situation had been, Ouyang Rou hugged Ouyang Lie back with a lingering sense of fear.

Stunned abruptly, Li Xiaoyao felt Xiao Feng's aura surge in an instant to a realm not the least bit inferior to the Great Completion stage, and his hawk-like eyes were filled with an indescribable shock.

Everyone who thrived in the dark world eagerly accepted this mission. Even though Ye Chen was located in the Imperial Capital, they were willing to take the risk for ten billion, after all, money makes the mare go.

"Director Xiao, you flatter me too much. You were personally handpicked by President Zhang, so your future is naturally bound to be boundless!" Yi Changchun said with a hearty laugh.

This helicopter was pure white, its entire body blending seamlessly with the color of the sky, allowing for exceptional concealment.

At the end, Madorbe unexpectedly turned his head and performed the same gesture toward Fu Xi, catching him somewhat off guard and prompting him to quickly step forward and pull Madorbe up.

Because the room was extremely spacious, constructed entirely of meteorite, and reinforced with magic arrays that gathered the spiritual energy and laws of heaven and earth, it allowed guests to cultivate to absolute perfection.

Luo Xuexli reported the complete sequence of events truthfully to Song Ziyou. Yet upon hearing Luo Xuexli's description, Song Ziyou's face also revealed traces of shock, awe, and a hint of worship.

And the result? During the imperial court assembly, Emperor Zhaoming directly announced his choice for the Crown Prince. Who was it? Naturally, the Second Prince! Although succession traditionally favored the legitimate heir, the eldest son, or the most virtuous, the imperial family valued legitimacy above all else. With a legitimate imperial prince present, the crown naturally fell to him.

Globally, those who owned privately controlled satellites like Chang Guanyan could probably be counted on one hand. It was entirely normal for the Chang family's research institute to have signal shielding. Although bypassing these signal controls took Chang Guanyan a little time, it was by no means a difficult task.

"N—no problem." The baby-faced youth who had lent his sword to Ah Jiu took a long time to recover his senses, his eyes filled with intense fervor and adoration.

Equally shocked was Huang Yuankui. That Emperor Zhaoming could endure the awkwardness and shock to change Ah Jiu's clothes showed that his psychological fortitude was truly formidable.

"I don't believe it. It's impossible. How could they have captured someone without the slightest commotion? If that person were so easy to catch, they would have been finished long ago." The Fourth Prince shook his head, still refusing to believe it.

"Shanshan, what's wrong?" Chen Mo was the first to rush forward and hug the swaying Fu Shan, while the others surrounded her.

"Okay!" Tao Hua grinned, her eyes rolling around mischievously, clearly plotting something.

"An outsider crossing the river? Fear him? He isn't qualified enough. But if he was sent by the police, then it's dangerous," Black Eagle said in a deep voice, fully aware of how perilous the police could be. Last time, Jia Tong had almost ruined them and left them without a place to bury their bones.

At the same time, Old Madam Xun was still complaining inwardly about Princess Zhaojin meddling in other people's business. This was fundamentally a family matter of the Xun clan, which should be dealt with behind closed doors; there was no need for Princess Zhaojin to get involved.

Imperial Physician Jiang received half of the pill with both hands, observed it carefully, sniffed it, scraped off a bit of powder to taste it, and only then said, "The outer layer is beeswax, but as for the inside, please forgive this subject's ignorance—I truly cannot tell." His expression was full of shame.

He had grown craftier this time, no longer directing his barbs straight at Shihuan, yet the hints within his words remained impossible to conceal.

Lin Feng clamped his left hand around Xiong Bei's neck while throwing a punch with his right hand straight at the dozen-odd men in black before him.

Since the two scholars chose to defect to Nicholas, helping them widen that path could well be described as an act of facilitation.

Today's encounter with that dead fat guy who "hired a shill to check information and masqueraded as a Sichuan dialect expert" made Yun Wei yearn intensely for the genuine Sichuan dialect expert in her memories.

"Let go of me!!" Keqing struggled desperately, trying to break free from his embrace while unwilling to hurt him even in the slightest, feeling as though her heart had shattered into countless pieces.