Volume 1, Chapter 42: Brain Cancer

The servants exchanged glances. Everything I had bought—from large items like furniture and sofas, dresses and clothes, down to slippers and toothbrushes—everything I had ever used or purchased was ruthlessly thrown into the trash cans. Looking at that pile of garbage and the blazing sea of sunflowers, it felt as though those things were not the only ones being burned, but rather my love for Fu Hanzhou, gradually turning to ashes.

At that moment, Su Wanyue walked upstairs carrying breakfast and entered the children's bedroom.

Just as Ling Yun's figure rushed toward the end of the lava, Larry was hot on his heels. Surpassing Ling Yun in speed, Larry was clearly a notch superior. Seeing Ling Yun dash into that tunnel, how could Larry let him have his way? He swung the wolf-fang club in his hand and hurled it fiercely at Ling Yun's back.

"My son!" the old groom cried out, watching his son lie motionlessly on the bed with bandages wrapped tightly around his legs.

Glancing back, a spray of blood filled his vision. A fierce and irrepressible rage suddenly surged from the depths of Feng Han's chest. He turned his head once more and fixed his gaze upon the opposite side.

The soldier glanced at the nearby bushes, then looked up overhead. Finally, his eyes settled on the tree canopy.

"I've got something good for the Imperial Army!" Xiong Er stepped forward, grabbing the Japanese soldier as he pulled him toward the pillbox.

Everyone present could only see a ferociously powerful vortex of flames wrapping around Xiao Luo from head to toe, shaped like an inverted triangle. At the very bottom tip of that triangle was precisely where Xiao Luo stood.

"Hmph, so what if you called him Master? Is that really worth being so happy about?" Murong Fei'er sneered.

Just the thought of it felt wonderful, and before she knew it, Murong Xue began to giggle foolishly, as if she had already seen Wang Feng doing all sorts of romantic things with her.

"Fucking start shit with your mother!" I cursed, drawing a half-arm-long machete from my sleeve and hacking it directly into the wooden framework of the top bunk. The blade bit deep into the wood, emitting a buzzing vibration.

No matter how Mo Suo tried to explain, no one would believe her words. Even if she was acting on someone's orders, Mo Suo stammered for a long time without being able to name that person, nor could she identify who Xue Ti's master truly was. Imperial Noble Consort Ling could rarely be bothered to waste her breath on her; the sound of Mo Suo's begging for mercy falling on the consort's ears only struck her as irritatingly noisy.

Still, this at least helped Aaron rule out Malfoy's suspicion—he surely could not be the Heir of Slytherin.

Li Jiyan spent the entire day immersed in high-intensity work. While he didn't feel like anything was explicitly wrong, something felt entirely off, leaving a hollow emptiness in his chest.

Gu Xiyan had caught Lu Xiao's attention the moment she stepped inside. Initially, he had intended to completely ignore her.

The man was radiating an oppressive hostility unlike anything Gu Mingwei had ever witnessed, terrifying him so much that he didn't dare utter a single word.

Yet right now, her mind was echoing entirely with the tone her grandfather had used when answering a phone call from her unbefitting cousin—a gentleness so unnatural it bordered on the chilling.

Xie Liangping had been watching closely from the sidelines the entire time, waiting precisely for this moment. Seeing the final strike succeed, he let out a long, heavy sigh of relief.

Hearing that Xiao Ou had a nosebleed, led by Qi Zhen and Feng Xu, the crowd immediately swarmed over in a flurry.

The clumsy episodes of his forced seizure of power back then were already the talk of the town. You foolish emperor, let's see how long you can keep up this act. It was precisely his arrogant and self-perceived righteousness that gave others leverage to manipulate him. It's just a pity that Shen Hong's chess piece has already been discarded, and the Prince Rui faction is not someone easily fooled.

Jiang辰 immediately pressed for answers, realizing by then that he had infinitely closed in on the truth of the matter.

The "rat" held no positive feelings whatsoever toward the person before him—a near-instinctive revulsion that made him completely disinclined to entertain the other's lengthy monologue.

Because instinctively she preferred to believe it was true, her mind would continuously persuade her to accept it as reality, ultimately falling right into the trap.

Just as the nobility had anticipated, the Prince of Qi, who had spent these past days acting utterly submissive, finally bared his fangs.