Chapter 42: Can We Please Not Be So Brutal?

"Splash!"

Water splattered all over the floor.

Sheng Xingye grabbed the edge of the wooden tub, pulled himself up, wiped his face fiercely, and gasped for air as if he had just cheated death.

Damn it!

He had almost drowned in a bathtub.

Just let him find out which bastard was behind this.

Otherwise, he would definitely throw that person into the river to feed the fish!

"Sobered up yet?"

Yun Zhaozhao's eerie voice exploded right beside his ear.

Sheng Xingye stared in disbelief—

To my surprise, Wu Wu had already prepared the gift for me in advance, telling me not to worry because she knew what Grandpa liked, and we could just present it to Elder Wu together in both our names.

The reception staff from the research center walked at the very front, introducing things along the way, while Du Ruo followed at the tail end of the troops, her heart growing colder the more she listened.

Remarkably, the physique condensed by the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon turned out to be identical to his original one, or perhaps even significantly more powerful.

"Step aside!" Liao Pingting frowned and pushed him away. Using too much force, she was immediately seized by a fit of coughing.

He rolled his eyes at her; as expected, that previous expression of hers was just a rare fluke, and Mu Ximo remained entirely the same.

Lu Huangqi refused to help her either, and the revival of the Phoenix Cult had vanished like a bubble. Coupled with the realization that her true appearance in the stream had transformed, Lan Feng'er's spirits drooped considerably.

After all, Ye WuCheng was the imperial family's designated candidate for the future Crown Princess. She could neither be beaten nor scolded.

"Hey, what on earth is this..." Cong Yi hauled an object out from the very bottom of the pile of trash on the bed.

"Lord Nangong." Catching sight of Nangong Yu observing the training grounds while reining in his horse from the side, Ye Qingcheng hurriedly spurred her mount forward.

Ye Hansheng fell silent. Whether it was just my imagination or not, I felt as though the car had also jerked to a sudden halt. I looked at Xu Rongyan through the rearview mirror, only to see him remaining completely focused on driving, as if he had heard not a word of what I said.

It was just a pity that the company couldn't be renamed right now, otherwise it would make their family seem far too ungrateful.

The fake protagonist wields cheat codes to slaughter everything in their path, while the real protagonist buries his head, using a girl's scarf as a blindfold.

Chen Ming had been murdered at Ji Mingyuan's instigation, yet now this man was pointing the finger at her, claiming she was the one who killed Chen Ming.

When she left home today, she had debated between an Empire-style gown and a regular evening dress, ultimately choosing the Empire style.

Seeing this, Song Chucheng felt all the annoyance she had harbored toward the man since last night melt away. Happily, she replaced her bedsheets with ones patterned with red peonies.

As a proper veteran who had survived the battlefield, Scott looked down from the bottom of his heart on fraudsters who only knew how to swindle.

What grand storms had the old man not witnessed? He possessed a sharp judge of character, and the old man instinctively felt that Qi Tang's fate would not turn out well.

"His name is Lu Changge. He was previously ranked second among the sect's elite disciples. Now that Ouyang Qingfeng has advanced to become an inner core disciple, he is currently ranked first among the elite disciples, and can be considered the strongest and leader of our sect who has entered the Nine Nether Secret Realm this time," Mu Hongling introduced.

Although she possessed trump cards, she did not reject Jiang Changkong's proposal, clearly showing a deep wariness toward him as well.

So this was inside the Crown Princess's spatial realm; she had moved all of them, along with White Cloud Mountain, right inside her space.

Lin Mianmian offered a cold laugh and turned away with indifference. That was the beginning of her tragic life, with her father just sitting by the bed staring at her coughs instead of working to support the family.

The corpse of the Young Master of Wit was still displayed in Wanchun Garden, and Wanchun Garden had ceased its business, while the entire Chang'an Street had plunged into turbulence. No one knew how long this turbulence would continue.

Cangyun waved his hand, saying no more. His wrinkle-covered hand suddenly swept forward, forming a series of dazzling hand seals, and a beam of white light shot straight from his hand toward the massive iron gates in front of the Soul Fire Hall.

"I know. You go back first, I'll be right there." His tone remained faint; without listening closely, one could hardly notice the slight breathlessness in his voice.