31 The True and False Heiress (Part Nine)

"Let’s check the other side; perhaps those clever Germans have left some surprises for me there as well," Shi Quan said, reaching out to pull He Tianlei up.

He controlled his flying sword to plunge directly into the ground. Blade after blade of spiritual energy surged out, forming a frantically spinning drill that pierced the soil with a muffled thud.

Yet, he wanted to make the Baili branch family collapse and be wiped out in an instant; for them, such a punishment would be far too easy.

A crisp voice spoke, and the staff member respectfully handed the device to Qin Xiao, who then entered the password.

"Hey! Don't cry, Nanase~" Arimura Kasumi said, her heart aching. But since they weren't sitting together, she could only watch Nanase cry from across the room.

Qin Zheng, who was usually well-behaved, seemed possessed today, acting rebellious and stubborn.

"Is that so? But Master, why don't I feel any instability in my foundation at all?" Shi Menghan asked.

Under Liu Mocheng's rambling guidance, the inner demon's knot began to unravel; at the same time, the entire world began to twist and shatter.

Thinking this, Qin Shenzhi picked up his phone, found Su Rao's number, and prepared to call her to ask.

However, to his utter surprise, the man did not expose him but instead brought him to the capital and provided him with food and shelter.

Ever since Ye Lingxi returned, she had locked herself in this room, ignoring everyone, and no one knew what she was doing inside.

The new top scholar was about to compete against four other scholars. The lively atmosphere gradually settled, and the crowd turned to whispering among themselves.

Lin Feiyu’s grandfather, Lin Xiaotian, was a member of Dragon Soul, and he had an unbreakable connection to the organization since birth. Ever since Lin Feiyu joined Dragon Soul, the various factions in the capital, led by the three great families, had begun to stir, with undercurrents flowing in the dark.

Furthermore, in previous years, due to missions, there were times he couldn't visit to pay his respects during the Qingming Festival, so he would make up for it after the holiday ended.

"What does the Commander suspect? It has been with me for many years and has never killed anyone, nor does it have a penchant for eating humans. If it did feed on people, believe me, even you, Commander, would be no match for it."

More and more people fell around them. Zhao Huan wept bitterly but dared not move; she knew that Lu Qingfeng was already exhausted from holding her while keeping watch for danger, so she tried to remain still to avoid causing him unnecessary trouble.

"However, I still disagree," Lin Feiyu said suddenly, his tone firm and unquestionable.

Then, her legs went weak, and she uncontrollably knelt toward Ji Meng’s direction. She could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat—terrified, suffocating.

Wei Jiahang, finally groomed, reappeared before everyone. When the Crown Prince saw that he had changed his hair crown, his expression turned cold.

She didn't know how badly Liu Santiao had been injured at the time, assuming it was only a flesh wound, yet he had sent people to trash her flower shop.

In this celestial battle, Qi Ye could only be a bystander. He remained completely unscathed, as every strike was blocked by Luo Sheng.

Hearing the ceremonial music, Yun Lian looked out the door with deep eyes, sighed, and rose to open the door to let her in.

Ye Qiu walked to within half a meter of Bai Yongdao and looked down at him from above, his expression icy and a massive aura radiating from him.

Ye Qiu knew there was no need to hide anything from Liu Ruxu and the others; they would certainly keep his secrets.

"A-Chen, don't blame yourself; I believe in you." Seeing the flash of pain in his eyes, Ji Zili felt terrible; she believed him and knew this wasn't his fault.

"What is that!" Ruo Li exclaimed. Although it was only a phantom, she could still sense a malevolent aura from that black shadow that made her skin crawl.

"Then you have to treat me well from now on; you can't bully me, and you must be at my beck and call," Lin Yixue said, looking triumphant.

This time, Lin Yi released all the spiritual energy from the giant mountain within his body, carrying streaks of lightning that densely covered the entire mountain.

Yi Xiaoyue paced back and forth in the vast bedchamber, anxious, yet the person before her lay leisurely and indifferently on the daybed. Truth be told, when Yi Xiaoyue first met her, she truly loathed her, and she still did, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Still shaken, Yang Chen wondered if what he saw in those visions was an illusion or reality—a fleeting dream or a tribulation he had truly endured.

Liang Yan was too busy throwing a tantrum to notice one very important detail: although the R8 was beyond recognition, neither she nor Li Zixiao had suffered a single scratch.

Silence filled the living room; other than the sound of their breathing, there was basically no other noise.

A week later was the eightieth anniversary of the founding of Hualun Trading, and former employees of the original SO Department Store would all be attending. To help his son and allow him to meet more business and political figures, Tie Qingyun was naturally willing to make the event grand and magnificent.

Yang Chen was despised; he had left the Soul-Corpse Grass behind, choosing instead to scavenge for items on the four men like a beggar.

She glanced sideways at Han Siyou, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, the corners of her mouth curling up. She reached out to turn off the light and lay down beside him.