Volume One, Chapter 49: The Poisoned Tang Seeks Alliance? Masters Infiltrate the Imperial Capital!

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At this point, Sun Simiao deliberately paused, adopting a more solemn expression before continuing.

“Alliance.”

An alliance?

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youjian’s face immediately grew serious.

The four children greedily clung to my fingers, sucking on them. My “Zhiyin Hemostasis” was a potent elixir for ghosts. After a while, their eyes turned red, and the flesh torn by that cat gradually healed.

In the gaming world, Caesar was truly an anomaly—his looks surpassed those of idols, his height rivaled that of models, he came from a wealthy family, and his intellect was no less than that of a professor.

But bad news never comes alone. On the other side, Caesar, the emperor of the online game, had also returned.

The mute slave didn’t answer but tied a long, thick hemp rope around her waist. The rope had already been secured to a sturdy boxwood tree outside. He first climbed up using the rope, then pulled Mei Ziyan up after him.

My face flushed with heat, but at that moment, he steadily placed a cup in my hand, leaving me no room to protest.

I said this to Lu Yi, who nodded upon hearing me, then made a move to pull out his phone to call the police.

My taut nerves and paranoia made me appear unreasonable. He was right—I couldn’t distinguish reality clearly, and his actions were not improper.

I was puzzled about Qiu Mei’s true identity and even more curious about what Ye Rong wanted me to accompany her to do during winter break. These two questions weighed heavily on my heart, making me uneasy.

The beauty was startled by his intense expression and, unsure of how to respond, was caught off guard when Xiao Jinqing suddenly leaned over and fell asleep in her arms.

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“Did everyone see that? This scar was left in Western Xia,” You Jingyan said casually. But looking at the wound, no one could doubt the severity of the injury—just saving that arm was a matter of fate.

Soon, the entire dojo was filled with the sound of bells. Upon hearing them, Xing Le glanced at the juniors beside her, then took out an object and tossed it toward Ning Xin and Ning Min.

“As expected, my Xin’er is clever—worthy of being my beloved consort, hahaha,” Bai Sen laughed.

The swordsman was instantly pressed into a flat shape, then pulled into the dark red ground by an arm that emerged from it. The earth returned to normal, without even a drop of blood left.

His Weibo inbox was full—messages from fans and advertisers alike. Chu Feng didn’t bother to read them all. He simply opened his phone, switched on the camera, took a selfie, and posted a new Weibo update.

The next day, as You Jingyan was pondering how to reach the Liao Kingdom’s capital, a soldier reported that General Wang De and the veteran general were on their way and advised them to wait before making a decision.

Huo Yan said to Wang Yuyang, “Yuyang, come in!” Wang Yuyang pushed open the door and entered Huo Yan’s room.

“Am I, Li Ying, really going to die here? If I’d known it would come to this, I might as well have surrendered to Liangshan!” Li Ying slammed the prison bars, shouting in hatred.

For a full three hours, the spiritual energy from the eighteen spirit stones was completely depleted. Zhang Yuanhao sighed deeply, exhaling a cloud of murky breath. Opening his eyes, a sharp golden energy burst forth like a sword being drawn, radiating lethal intent.

At the foot of Mount Tai, ordinary people went wild upon witnessing a true dragon. They were utterly shocked and panicked, hurriedly pulling out their phones to take pictures.

Because he was so accustomed to the pretentiousness and hypocrisy of his own world’s religions, Lu Xi fully understood the Holy Hall’s methods; not only that, but he felt a certain admiration and respect for them.

About three minutes later, Cang Boyun appeared in a peculiar secret chamber. Above, faint light filtered down, and upon closer inspection, the shadows of goldfish swayed. This secret chamber was clearly beneath a pond.

Looking with some sympathy at Chen Yuhao, Li Haier’s rosy cheeks flushed as she couldn’t help but glare reproachfully at Li Yang.

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Since ancient times, strong men have often been accompanied by beauties; how much more so for him? Having few wives made him seem out of touch with the times, didn’t it?

“Arrogant, prepare to die.” The Taoist disciple unleashed his battle technique; his aura transformed into nine-headed demon wolves, lunging at Xiang Hao.

“Get out!” Finally, the king’s guard, completely giving up resistance, was hurled away by vines on Shi Yu’s orders, spared from death. Seeing this, Zhuajie was dumbfounded and even more confused.

Two large hands collided with a loud bang. The lone envoy was knocked back dozens of steps before coming to a halt.

Chen Quanbing, standing upright, hearing Chen Fan’s reply, hunched over slightly. His gaze was still curious, and he extended his hand toward Chen Fan.

Hong Fa smiled but did not answer Chen Fan directly. Instead, he grasped at the air, effortlessly catching a bird that had flown past.

The door was tightly shut. Lin Anqi couldn’t imagine what was happening outside. The corridor was filled with cameras, so she thought Anya wouldn’t do anything unreasonable to Tang Junfeng.

“Mom, Chen Feng, here, eat.” Yue Shan’s slender hand held two peeled apples, offering them to the two.

Chen Hong nodded. She would not explain Chen Feng’s identity to anyone. Wu Xinzhu walked past Chen Feng without a glance, gracefully ignoring him—such behavior was simply a waste of time for him.

Su Jinse’s strength was great. The second young master almost lost control of her, but she broke free, grabbed the tie and clothes by the bedside, tied up her hands and feet, covered her with the quilt, then turned around, picked up the clothes from the floor, put them on, and walked toward the two by the door.