Volume One, Chapter 47: The Lost Design Draft

Night Qingcheng frowned in displeasure as she checked her phone, finding twenty to thirty missed calls, all coming from Muzi Ang.

Gu En'en kept gazing at Gu Lanshan, yet she still could not read anything from her expression. She merely thought Gu Lanshan's eyes were exceptionally beautiful, resembling the finest black gems in the world—bright, clear, and shimmering with a spoiled, arrogant brilliance.

King Qin Chuan’s intimidation was not limited to mere words; his chilling smile carried murderous intent and an overwhelming aura. Every single sentence he uttered was laden with oppressive might, and had Murong Yinzhu been even slightly more fragile, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

Han Chengchi turned the corner of the corridor and, just as he was about to step into the elevator, caught sight of a familiar figure.

"Wang Chuan, your master has come to see you," King Qin Chuan seemed to be calling out to the sleeping Wang Chuan.

After eating for a while, Yao Qingmu noticed that Shen Heyi would no longer touch any dish that she had picked food from.

Holding hands, the two arrived at the gates of the Holy Palace, where a farewell wine had been prepared for Baiyou Liuxi on the sacrificial altar.

"...This maid—this maid merely felt that he is not that kind of person," Xiangling replied timidly. The questions asked by the imperial concubine were indeed without any solid proof on her part. She had not known Qin Yao for long, and the time they spent together was even scarcer. She could hardly claim to understand him; at best, they were merely acquainted.

"Xu Xiangxiang's illness came on inexplicably. Since it stems from external causes, perhaps Li Huai might know something?" Ye Qingqing knitted her brows slightly. During their encounter at the teahouse, she had noticed that the man seemed deeply concerned about Xu Xiangxiang, while Xu Xiangxiang also relied heavily on him.

The nine-foot-tall man kneeling on the ground wanted to speak up to absolve Qinglong, but was sternly checked by two pairs of gazes fixed upon him from the left. At this moment, the weak Qinglong, seated upon the palanquin, painfully struggled to his feet, let his knees crash heavily onto the ground, and braced himself with his hands without uttering a word.

The giant jungle bear accompanied by the black giant leopard within the hexagram formation on the screen formed the greatest highlight of the loli summoner.

Within the span of three days, to move past the grief of losing her son was already quite remarkable for Yu Rongguang.

Long Tianyu instantly pulled Xue Fei into an embrace, pressed a forceful kiss to her crimson lips, and bolted away.

Watching Tang Qingwu and Tang Qingfei waiting for him in mid-air while the scent of blood still lingered across the sky, Long Tianyu's brows twitched.

That person stopped a hundred meters away, and Tian澜 discerned his appearance—it was within reason, yet beyond expectation.

On the other hand, the smoke tiger showed not the slightest sign of irritation. Seeming to thoroughly enjoy this "game," it scrambled right back up and continued rubbing against Xiao Qi's legs.

That person instantly fell silent. He and those around him gazed quietly at Yang Jiahui, each turning thoughts over in their minds.

That left guard was so overjoyed that he forgot all etiquette, threw his armor on in a flash, and dashed off like a wisp of smoke to carry out the task.

Seeing that the people on the street had mostly dispersed, they were planning to step into the inn when suddenly a sneaky old man darted out from the corner of the wall! Tianlan's vigilance was still sharp; she instinctively prepared to defend herself, but upon recognizing the person, she immediately offered a wry smile and shook her head.

As Ye Moqi was still hesitating over what to reply, Xiao Yichen sent an invitation, causing her to instantly heave a sigh of relief.

Through a single day of spending time together, she discovered that although Lin Feng was somewhat old-fashioned, he was genuinely a very good person.

So it was just a dog; however, since it had made her precious tea-drinker cry, it certainly could not be a good dog.

"Sir, the plane is about to take off. Please return to your seat. Thank you for your cooperation!" came the voice of a flight attendant.

Wei Xiao's luck had indeed been quite favorable over the past two years; the only question was whether such good luck could be sustained indefinitely.

Yunxia immediately widened her eyes in disbelief, as if saying: "What did you just say? Did I hear that right? Why are you only reminding me now?"

Things would be easier if there were a script and tasks, as one would at least have a sense of direction. Dealing with such vagueness left one ungrounded, which naturally bred panic.

Han Yu glanced sideways at her indifferent, detached, and mature expression and tone, his thick brows furrowing slightly.

The members of the Overlord Sect outwardly feigned ignorance of the forces sent by the Emperor of Wei, yet whenever important matters were discussed, they always managed to bypass the eyes and ears of the Emperor of Wei.

Wei Xiao asked her to make a cautious decision regarding whether to keep the child, yet in truth, Chi Zao had never once considered what would happen if she actually gave birth to it.

"Young master? This young lady here actually thought some elderly estate lord had arrived." He looked like a man in his forties or fifties, yet he was only in his teens or twenties?

Following closely, the sprinting Changping halted his steps. Across the surface of his body, visible to the naked eye, a thin layer of pale cyan ice armor formed, evidently freezing him stiff from that blast of bone-chilling air.

Lanling let out a long breath and cast his gaze toward the other side, just in time to see the Black Fiend Ghost Claw forcefully seizing the golden dragon and exerting its might. The golden dragon was instantly crushed to pieces, emitting a wretched dragon roar as it perished in battle.

"Three million divine pills going once! Are there any further bids?" Although Kong Mingyue was trembling with inner excitement, she maintained her professional composure, remaining outwardly calm and serene with a faint smile as she continued the auction.

The troublemakers outside were merely ordinary people, and Qing Zihe and the others could do little more than use pressure-point techniques. Faced with such an escalating situation, even upright young men with sound values like Qing Zihe and Bai Weiyang suddenly understood the impulse Qu Qingran had felt the other day when she could not help but "fly into a rage for a fair face."

She could not help lowering her gaze to her thenar eminence; the slashed wound had vanished, leaving only the mark where the demonic spirit's horn had pierced through, serving as a reminder of the reality of those experiences.

Gazing at those passionate and sincere faces, a surge of emotion washed over Ye Feng, making it exceedingly difficult for him to refuse them.

By the end of his words, Sikong Ye's voice had noticeably altered. He stared in disbelief at the distance, his mouth agape in an "O" shape big enough to swallow an egg whole.

Shi Chang went straight to the point, directing his hostility toward Sikong Xu. Of course, this was primarily because Shi Chang had only recently been recalled from an alternate world on short notice to participate in the ranking tournament, meaning he was unaware of Sikong Xu's terrifying reputation within the academy; otherwise, he would never have dared to be so arrogant.

Her sleeves were rolled up high to her elbows, and the top two buttons were undone, faintly revealing a expanse of pristine, beautiful fair skin.

An Youran's sudden insertion immediately caused everyone present to flush red as they pursed their lips in suppressed laughter, though a few young palace attendants failed to hold back and let out soft titters, promptly earning a lethal glare from Yelzu Yimo.