Chapter 56: Yuyou is not the murderer

A dangerous aura?

Just as Mu You was perplexed as to why the cat would say such a thing, Qi Zhao walked over.

"Youbao, it's time to go."

"You can bring it along as well."

Presumably, this was the tabby cat Youbao had mentioned—the one she couldn't bear to leave behind and with whom she shared such a close bond.

Both animals and children possessed a profound spiritual sensitivity.

To someone as experienced and worldly as Qi Zhao, it was not at all strange that they could forge such a deep friendship.

Upon returning from the Japanese, his face was filled with lingering indignation. The Japanese were utterly pragmatic; having lost his utility, Jia Rong was given no pleasant countenance whatsoever when dealing with them, and that very night, he drank heavily with Chen Ji to drown his sorrows.

With these thoughts in mind, Sakai Izumi could not help but reach out to take the young man's hand resting on the table, gazing at him with a tender and gentle look in her eyes.

"She has already woken up, but she hasn't spoken a single word, nor has she touched the water my subordinates brought inside." Long Lin was not particularly fluent in the language of the Northern Desert. After asking multiple times without getting any response, he couldn't be bothered to try again. As long as his mistress could get her to talk eventually, that was enough; his only responsibility was to keep a close watch on her.

After Wei Hong and Yao Youqing returned to the Prince's Estate, Yao Youqing took the initiative to go to the front courtyard for the very first time, carrying a long wooden box in her arms.

Before her lay blood-drenched corpses scattered haphazardly across the ground, their gruesome, gore-stained faces as terrifying as a nightmare—Shaoshang stepped over them in silence.

"What, what? Melted?" Madam Wei's hands loosened instantly. Deprived of her support, Ming Enting, who had been relying on her grip to keep from collapsing to the floor, crashed down in a disheveled heap, the stain on the back of his robes growing slightly darker.

"That reminds me, you rambled on for ages just now, even dragging my mother into your fabricated tales. What on earth are you trying to say?" Ling Buyi asked.

At the same time, after becoming the King of the restored Kingdom of Poland, Archduke Ferdinand incorporated the Polish crown as an integral part of the Holy Roman Empire, filling the vacancy left by the missing Duchy of Austria.

Bras already existed abroad at this time, but they were not yet available domestically. In the original history, when these items were first introduced into the country, they were even referred to as prosthetic breasts, selling like wildfire amidst a storm of public scolding.

The council chamber was located in a somewhat secluded and hidden area behind the Huang family estate. This was where the senior leadership of the Huang family typically gathered to discuss critical matters.

In the distance, the clerks who had just left the county office led a group of bailiffs forward, forming a procession to keep the commoners at bay and respectfully invite Chen Nuo to enter.

Amidst the discussions and the crowd trailing behind him, Han Linfeng walked at the normal pace of an ordinary citizen, arriving at the forest before Xu Wei's thatched cottage.

Since he had merely come to issue a challenge and had no desire to cause too much trouble for the Dragon Soar Villa, Yunxian refrained from prying into areas where entry was prohibited.

At this thought, Lü Bu's hands instinctively clenched into tight fists, his fingers digging inward as if he intended to crush and annihilate everything in existence.

"What else do you actually know?" Ling Qi stopped in her tracks, fixing her gaze for the very first time with an expression of deadly seriousness on the prime culprit who had caused her such prolonged torment.

"An assassin organization?" Yang Ye was somewhat taken aback; he had not expected such an organization to exist in the Southern Domain.

Lowering his head to look at the ancient scabbard in his hand, Yang Ye shook his head with a bitter smile. He had practiced diligently all night, but to little avail. At best, he could make the scabbard hover in the air for a brief moment, yet he remained utterly incapable of making it fly on its own accord.

Even as she spoke, her eyes danced and swept back and forth across his body, inevitably giving off an alluring and spring-like charm. This sensation made it genuinely impossible for him to guess whether she was merely teasing him or genuinely angry.

Within the violent, mechanical roars of the metallic beast, a thick and heavy sense of unwillingness and fury permeated the air. As the volume of the mechanical roars steadily increased, a five-pointed star array glittering with five distinct colors gradually emerged into clarity within this stark, white world.