Chapter 63: Fu Yiyi Regains Her Memory and Looks for Her Mother...

The broken phone was completely dead.

The video call interface was merely frozen; the other party had hung up long ago.

At the top floor of the skyscraper, Yu Yue wanted to deepen that kiss and make things official.

Yet, without any warning, Fu Shiyong clutched his fiercely aching chest, his deep, bottomless black eyes fixed unblinkingly on the expansive floor-to-ceiling window.

The 120 ambulance sped away into the distance.

He wanted to walk over and take a closer look.

However...

"Ah! Shiyong, my wound hurts so much! Could this be the sequelae the doctor mentioned acting up?"

On a few occasions, Yu Fei had run into Shi Yue. Each time, the great boss Yu Fei wanted to ask what had truly happened that night, but Shi Yue always managed to dodge the question, leaving Yu Fei with no choice but to drop the matter.

It was just a pity that the carefree Li Changming never gave those details a second thought, and the Elder of Wudang preferred not to pierce the veil of mystery, leaving everything to fate.

"How much for this house?" My heart pounded wildly; I had never felt such an intense desire to possess something.

Along the way, at least a dozen lion-headed puppets had been destroyed by Yan Wubian, and they had encountered another seven or eight stone doors. The restrictive barriers on some of these doors still remained, while others had completely vanished, just like the one they had encountered earlier.

Yet the more it was like this—even if an interview fell through because the other party flatly refused to cooperate—the higher the public interest soared, driving up viewership and circulation figures.

He was already injured, and his combat prowess was compromised. In the face of such a coordinated siege, his chances of survival were indeed slim.

Feng Shangren felt quite surprised because he knew that Bing Xuanxin was injured. And although he himself had lost the Heavenly Soul Divine Armor, he had not sustained any serious injuries.

"I hope you can mentally prepare yourselves and not panic because of this," the doctor gently reminded Tang Manman.

At that exact moment, the chieftain of the Thunder Dragon Clan caught sight of the terrifying aura emanating from Zhang Chen.

Moshu was momentarily startled upon seeing this man, but her expression quickly returned to normal as she turned back to look at the man rolling around on the ground.

Su Yueer had not initially thought anything was amiss, but her maid’s words suddenly snapped her to her senses.

Muxi Garden was situated right next to Yongshou Palace. Since Yongshou Palace was the residence of the Empress Dowager, Muxi Garden had been specially built for her.

"What major event?" Yang Yu had gone to assist Changrong, which he certainly knew, and had sent Du Huo to search for clues. Since the matter involved Ranran, Yang Yu would surely have kept it under wraps if he failed to find anything. However, he was truly unaware of the recent developments.

Jinshi remained silent, gazing at Jiang Hao with an unreadable expression. He was weighing whether or not he should trust him.

"I believe you!" Muling replied instantly without a moment's hesitation, though she instinctively lowered her gaze, as if sensing she had said something wrong.

Imperial Noble Consort Wang, as the supreme ruler of the Western Regions, had done her utmost to maintain control over the situation there. She chose to withhold reports whenever possible to minimize gossip and slander at court and secure her peaceful twilight years.

"Forget it, I'm not fighting anymore, no time left, have to get back to the classroom for class." Lin Tian stopped writing, rested his head on his desk for a few minutes, and was dragged back to the classroom by Jiang Youxi the moment the bell rang.

"Fine! Just you wait and see!" When had the director of the health bureau ever suffered such an insult? He silently vowed to make them pay a heavy price.

One had to remember that the individual combat strength of the demon race far surpassed that of humanity; typically, only a Demon King could take on two or three opponents at once. How could this Bai Xiangming possibly be this formidable?

What kind of place was the capital? It was imperial territory—a place suffused with imperial aura. To strike someone from the capital was an act of supreme disrespect.

With a sharp snap, seeing the smile at the corner of the mouth, Ye Qingci directly lashed a whip across my shoulder.

"That's right, Elder Ye has run into a difficult problem, which is why he called you over to see if you can think of a way out," Ye Tiansheng said with a wry smile as he glanced at莫枫 (Mo Feng), letting out a heavy sigh.

"Fourth Brother, you are truly remarkable. I thought I would have to spend at least a century here before seeing you again," the Rain Emperor laughed heartily. This was no empty praise; one had to consider what kind of place the Divine Realm was—Linghan was essentially starting from scratch.