Chapter Sixty-One: Xia Minglang

After Fang Zhiyin had settled Ouyang Junyan, she was still uncertain about what to do next when Situwen Bin’s car stopped right in front of her.

“Huh?” Fang Zhiyin was startled. “How did you...”

“Idol, I was wondering if something happened to you!” Situwen Bin said with genuine concern. “Is something wrong? Can I help?”

“It’s nothing.” She shook her head.

“What about Mr. Ouyang?”

“He has some matters to attend to and probably won’t be able to act in Chen Linlin’s film.” She spoke frankly.

As for Chen Linlin’s reaction, Fang Zhiyin didn’t care in the slightest.

“It’s all right. The most important thing is that you’re safe,” Situwen Bin replied.

The promises he and Wulinda Moyue exchanged as children here stabbed at his heart like needles. Suddenly awakened, Chixiao felt no urge to sleep, so he simply got up to contemplate matters.

It was not the first time the three of them faced life and death moments. But human fear stems from the unknown; unable to imagine the impending misfortune, one cannot remain calm.

The household officials pleaded and argued for mercy, but their voices were drowned out. In the end, they were trampled to death by the masses.

Shen Sui watched the person on the ground with cold indifference, his eyes devoid of emotion. In his hand was a long sword, its tip dripping with blood.

Yet Brother Yong so casually caught her and even pulled her into his embrace!?

But Sun Tian didn’t care; his nature was most enamored with beauty. He was nearly bewitched by the scenery around him, and when he glimpsed rare birds and beasts flickering through the bamboo grove, his eyes could hardly keep up, leaving him no room for jealousy.

A faint light leaked through the crack in the door. Something inside lit up the room; it seemed someone was waiting for her arrival. Senna politely knocked, then pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Seeing the shaking of the head, Zhao Yun was quite puzzled and was about to speak again when the water bandits, having donned their armor, finally picked up their weapons and went forward to resist.

This was the most bustling district in Bianjing. Half of the famed Thirty-Six Towers were established here, the most renowned among them being the Fan Tower.

The groomsmen were speechless; the groom was generous as ever, politely presenting a large red envelope.

Luna stared wide-eyed at her parents, feeling as if she were facing two strangers. The warmth of the past was utterly gone in this moment. Was it the influence of the dragon on herself, or had her parents donned masks of coldness?

She deftly twisted open the jar lid, using wooden tongs to pick up the Rain-Preceding Dragon Well tea leaves inside, placing them in five sparkling clean glass cups nearby.

By contrast, Caesar was much more lively. Having undergone genetic modification, he had no need to learn or digest any dragon lineage, and it had been ages since he last fell into a long slumber.

Just then, Grand Elder Shi Hai suddenly heard a voice by his ear. It bypassed the transmission stone, spreading directly through space; the mystical arts startled the elder, who hurriedly listened intently.

He no longer deliberately used magic to maintain his heartbeat. On the eve before his team developed a medicine for congenital heart disease, Ling Mufeng collapsed at the laboratory bench.

If the demon hordes conquered this land, every living thing would become their slaves and food.

Blood River Heavenly Lord’s expression shifted. Two among these four were heavenly lords themselves, making them worthy of his attention.

Now that Liu Jin had become a major threat, all former concerns faded. Only by utterly defeating Liu Jin could the court restore order as he wished, granting him the power to reshape this era rather than forever being led by the nose through the political chaos of the Zhengde reign.

Lu Yuqi’s two assaults had failed, so she gritted her teeth, let go of Wei Jiang, and devoted herself to refining pills.

Jiang Guanlan pressed her lips together. Seeing her cry at last, he felt relieved; he’d feared she would bottle it up and make herself ill.

He swept from the inner room to the outer, lingering especially long around Qin Jingru, then finally opened the door and swept the dust out.