Chapter 38: Words Left Unspoken

If he were to find out, I wonder if he would kill Jiang Fuhai. I have no doubt he is capable of it.

I have even wondered if Mu Yingchen’s method of vengeance—a mutual destruction that leaves no survivors—is truly sound. How did he ever come up with such a self-defeating and spiteful plan?

In all our years of marriage, he has granted me so much freedom—so much that I have often neglected his feelings. For some inexplicable reason, at this moment, I suddenly wanted to hold him, and I did. He was caught off guard by my embrace; his face betrayed surprise, and even a hint of alarm.

Lightning speed! Xia Luo gave chase, but Long Qianyu was equally swift, and he managed to escape. Xia Luo felt a sense of frustration, yet he remained worried about Liu Chongwu, so he turned and walked away.

As he reached a quiet alley, a burly man wearing a mask suddenly sprang out from behind, giving Ma Juncai a fright.

She opened her mouth, screaming silently. I held her with a heart full of ache, suddenly overcome by sorrow.

Once inside the restaurant, the two stopped discussing the matter. Ying Qin, in particular, dared not speak for fear of giving Andy the wrong impression. Yet, the more he restrained himself, the more he fretted over it. Ying Qin found the meal agonizing. Andy, however, was unbothered; she practiced empathy and made no attempt to persuade him.

Guan Ju’er replied immediately from the bedroom: "No, why bring that up?" But after speaking, she softly closed the bedroom door she had just opened and pressed a hand to her pounding heart. It sounded as though Fan Shengmei did not want others to know about her crying the night before; she lacked the courage to admit she had surreptitiously sought help from Andy.

Several hidden guards emerged simultaneously, surrounding Xia Qingxiao and Han Bainuo.

Li Chensha was still oblivious to the notion of "spiritual communion," assuming only that he had exerted too much force; he had no idea of the shyness blooming in Athena’s heart.

Gently gripping Haiyuan’s hand to help her calm down, Asahi’s expression suddenly turned grave.

His spiritual sense had already been scorched once; naturally, he dared not release it again. He could only rely on his five senses to search, but unsurprisingly, he found nothing.

High upon the platform, the Scepter of Death was locked in a struggle against the Sword King’s formation. The entire stage glowed, and the stone sword hovering above the scepter vibrated incessantly, neutralizing the frigid aura spilling from the scepter.

Xing Shazhen did not fear their contemplation; he feared their lack of it. The more complex their thoughts became, the more chaotic their minds would be. Among so many people, as long as one person approached him out of suspicion, it would trigger a chain reaction.

Oscar did not dodge; he unleashed a Vajra Punch, colliding head-on with the incoming iron fist of the Great Vajra.

***

However, the Qi State envoy was clearly on a mission and insisted on seeing Zhao Yong before leaving. The three had no choice but to explain the situation in full, hoping for a response from Zhao Yong.

The warhorses galloped through the night, their bodies drenched in sweat. When they stopped, they huffed white steam, snorting incessantly, pawing the ground with their front hooves, their heads hanging low in exhaustion, occasionally lifting and dropping them again.

Chen Ruxing gave a cold smile. "I understand!" With that, he boarded the carriage without a word to the other four.

In the world of cultivation, this was even more extraordinary; such courtyards were plentiful, and the mountain gates of major sects were lavish to the point of absurdity.

The sun was warm and the summer breeze soft, yet a subtle, imperceptible tension permeated the main hall of the Changqiu Palace.

It was said from the beginning that for a couple to conceive a child, they must first live in abstinence for a period of time, and only after fasting and bathing could they proceed to the next step.

Such broadcasts ensured, to a certain extent, the popularity of the tickets and sustained interest in the event.

Ming Mei quickly lowered her head and acknowledged the order, her heart sinking. It seemed she was destined to enter the palace again. Truly, the places one wishes most to avoid are exactly where fate insists on leading.

Every time he saw that carefree, smiling face of Meat Bun, he would wonder: what is Meat Bun laughing at? What could possibly be so worth his happiness?

The environment of the Great Thousand Worlds was different; conditions were superior, and as long as an immortal cultivated normally, their cultivation would improve bit by bit.

"Awooo!" Although it was a snake, after hearing the man’s words, the giant serpent let out a howl of frustration, glared bitterly at Coffee and Jizai, and then turned to leave.

Most Shikigami were like this—either spirits of plants and trees, demonic vapors, or wandering souls... In short, their origins were varied and their abilities inconsistent. Many were fragile and existed for only a short time.

Seeing the other party’s excessive enthusiasm, Liu Qian’er found it hard to refuse and couldn't help but look at Wang Yi for his opinion.

As long as the printed currency could not be identified by the financial institutions of various nations, it would be a complete success. It would be equivalent to quietly plundering the wealth of foreign governments for one’s own use.

Though the Sky Star Wolf was of a high rank—approaching the fourth level—it had developed rudimentary intelligence and was thus willing to submit to Li Zhicheng.

***

The other three ships also achieved significant results; one heavy cruiser and two destroyers were struck, and the African People’s Army submarine that caused the trouble fled without waiting to observe the outcome.

Aside from being beautiful and pure-minded, Mu Xin had another advantage: her natural talent was exceptional.

The spirit summoned from the osmanthus tree became his Shikigami, though it could only exist for ten days.

The singing was no longer restrained; it was like the sun breaking through the clouds, bathing the listener and bringing boundless hope.

Taking a large stride forward, ignoring the fact that the opponent had grabbed his staff, or that another was lunging to punch him, he pushed the staff forward, thrusting it directly into the opponent, then balled his right hand into a fist and hammered it forward from behind the staff.

"Young man, you are far too arrogant. This is not a place for you to run wild." Just then, a detached, aged voice drifted over. From behind Shangguan Fenghuo, two silver-haired elders in Tang suits stepped out slowly.

Her words made those who felt the matter wasn't scandalous enough blush with shame.

Ever since the top twenty fighters in the world had battled, so many had watched, excited and without fear.

Blue veins stood out on Chidai Eion’s face. She looked at the street she had shattered in an instant and fell into silence.

Jian Sichen was responsible for tracking them, reporting their movements at any time, and analyzing their destination, while Lu Youting contacted Lu Ya by phone.

She knew Sister Miaomiao was beautiful; if she weren't, she wouldn't have been targeted by this shady company and signed as their top star.

It was rare for her to be so domineering, which actually intimidated the photographer into obediently coming over as she requested.