Chapter 40

Others might not know the reason behind it, but the patriarch of the Yan family was trembling like a sieve, his entire body shaking uncontrollably while a fine layer of cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Jia Qing, however, understood Lin Ruhai's intention. Instantly recovering his composure, he smiled and said, "After Sister Lin and I leave, Adoptive Father must take good care of yourself. As you well know, how deeply Sister Lin cares for you; if you are not well, she will likely find it difficult to be well either."

Yet, Gida's constipated expression successfully caught Alan's attention. After pondering for a moment, he finally grasped the crucial point.

To put it simply, Lady You was a sensible person. Not wanting to complicate matters or branch out into side issues, Jia Qing had no choice but to temporarily "wrong himself."

At this moment, Fang Yi's every gesture and movement seemed to command the entire universe, as if perfectly harmonizing with every supreme principle of heaven and earth, merging into one with this realm.

Su Yumou and Fu Qingshi were not about to fall behind. Su Yumou thrust her long sword into the heart of an ink-blooded being, and the surging sword qi tore its heart to shreds. Fu Qingshi, anticipating every enemy move beforehand, finally used a short bow to drive a short arrow right into the center of the ink-blooded being's forehead.

However, unable to make sense of it, he had to temporarily push the thought aside, as it had little to do with him. Although he had refined the divine power contained within that blood Buddha, it had all converged into the Dao of Slaughter, bearing no relation to this.

The remaining force of the Flame Lion's heavy blow shattered a massive rock into pieces. Then, as if feeling no pain at all, the Flame Lion instantaneously rolled to dissipate the momentum, slammed its hands firmly against the ground, and pushed off with all four limbs simultaneously, tracing another crimson afterimage as it lunged toward Yueyue.

"Well, what you said seems right, and besides, I am still a patient; it really is inconvenient to clean up like this," Qing len said, directly letting go of Ye Suman.

After the three finished speaking, the sulfur-misty valley with its blood-red magma remained silent, as if devoid of any living creatures—a stillness akin to death.

At the factory entrance, just as Shou Tucker had said, two guards had already closed the iron gates once again, barring anyone from entering.

"To think there is a tunnel here—it's simply marvelous! Why have I never been here before?" Ye Suman thought the place was utterly breathtaking; leaving it undeveloped as a scenic spot was a complete waste.

Had it been in the past, how could he have ever acted like this? He would do whatever he pleased, and no one would dare utter a single peep. But things were different now—he had a favor to ask of Nankai Rui, and as this was a matter only Nankai Rui could accomplish thus far, he was treading carefully to please him, let alone dare to offend him.

Gaoyang possessed a carefree and boisterous disposition, often speaking her mind the moment a thought crossed it. Thus, as soon as she blurted it out, many pilgrims offering incense heard her and turned curious gazes toward the two of them.

Immediately following this, the fierce beast, resembling a black dragon, let out a roar. Its dragon claw stepped into the void, and the very sky behind it shifted colors, faintly condensing a massive, eerie phantom.

In the past, she could rest easy because these individuals were elites from local military units. However, she hailed from the SWAT team, and her experience in this particular area was somewhat lacking.

Although Ye Suman's face was stained with a mixture of blood, making her look quite unsightly, it did not hinder her appreciation of handsome men in the slightest.

That being the case, someone had been lurking around her all along, and even the torn fabric of her dress from that day's assault had been used as evidence to frame her. But who on earth was it?

That person nodded slightly, then vanished as mysteriously as he had appeared. This was a shadow guard he had personally trained; in terms of martial prowess, intellect, and loyalty, they were unmatched by anyone else, and their interrogation skills far surpassed those of ordinary people.

"What is wrong with you? Are you sick?" Jin Bei'er asked in puzzlement, looking at her pale and exhausted complexion. Could it be that Wang Lihua had lectured Jin Bao'er the entire night yesterday?

Lin Xuan remained noncommittal, walking straight up to the man who had previously been battered all over by Squire Wang, and asked with his head lowered.

Ming Yanyan's expression darkened, and she unconsciously began to bite her lower lip, as if pondering or enduring something.

A sharp pain shooting from her wrist briefly recalled the frenzied Imperial Noble Consort. Upon catching sight of Lin Xuan's gloomy, demonic gaze that seemed straight out of hell, she could not help but shiver violently.

Pei Xin'er could not help offering a bitter smile—thankfully, there was no need to pay respects to the Old Madam and Lady Zhao today, otherwise she surely would have been late and faced punishment.

Three years later, when Lian Rong saw that Lin Xuan was still living in such leisurely comfort, a bitter hatred for her severed arm surged overwhelmingly into her heart. Yet, when she saw the full head of white hair on Jun Moyuan, a vengeful smile bloomed across her face.

She turned her head back to see the Emperor sitting on the dragon bed. Upon catching sight of her, his amber eyes lit up. "Feng'er, you truly look stunning today."

Gaze after gaze inevitably shifted away from the Ultimate Susanoo and turned here in shock, gazing aghast at this scene.

Several decades is a long time, but for the members of Akatsuki, whose lifespans all exceeded ten thousand years, the proportion was relatively small. Still, Yahiko dared not voice it aloud; otherwise, he figured that aside from Hidan and Deidara, the rest of the Akatsuki members would be left weeping silently in bitter misery.

Helian Nuo did not beat around the bush. Giving a nod to the lavishly dressed elder, he leaped into the sparring arena as well. Facing the flushed Zhao Deng from a distance of six or seven meters, he cupped his hands in a distant salute, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, appearing rather calm.

"Master, say no more!" When she first heard Elder Sun praising Lu Qingyu, a faint radiance had appeared on Song Lingyan's face. But upon hearing Elder Sun's final sentence, her maiden heart gave a violent jolt, and she immediately interrupted him.