47 After Rebirth, I Married My Fiance's Uncle (Part Six)

His hand habitually reached out to take her pulse, and his smile instantly vanished. Gently rolling up Mei'er's sleeve, his profound gaze lingered upon the bright red tear mark on her arm, his expression growing solemn.

We arrived early and sat waiting in the lounge beside the courtroom. After a short while, Chu Yi and a brightly dressed Cheng Lina walked in. The moment I laid eyes on Cheng Lina's attire, a sense of surrealism washed over me. Did this creature honestly mistake a court of law for a fashion runway?

I simply could not believe her words. How could someone who once shared the same pillow resort to such cold-blooded murder? Cheng Lina must have uncovered some evidence, otherwise, she would not have spoken with such certainty. She recounted it as if stating pure fact, without a single hesitation, her choice of words precise.

Her mother's tearful words echoed relentlessly in Qing'e's ears, her eyes brimming with tears. Her mother's final wish was for her to find her elder sister, yet her own rashness back then meant she only cried out that guilt-laden name when her sister lay covered in blood, collapsing into their cousin's arms—by which time her sister could no longer hear her.

"I went back, I went back three times!" Mei'er rolled up her sleeve. Her arm was smooth and flawless; the blood-red mark had completely vanished, and the Jinling Holy Sword—a weapon that once struck terror throughout the Heavenly Palace—had thoroughly melted within her body.

Mount Buzhou had become a sacred land. According to ancient legends, few ever ventured there, for it was the gathering place of the Wu clan. Yet mortals who wandered near were utterly incapable of catching even a glimpse of the Wu clan's figures.

"Mondo, you're amazing!" Lan Ruoxin turned back from Mondo's shoulder, unable to sit still, and cast an unsparing compliment at Mondo while glancing at Jin Li, who had been left far behind. Yet she clearly caught the bitter and vicious look in Jin Li's eyes.

Lin Xiu continued speaking, but his subsequent words caused everyone present to tremble from head to toe.

As for something diverging so completely from cultivation techniques and martial arts skills, it could only be described as an entirely out-of-place existence.

"This plot of land was acquired purely by accident, pretty much like a pie falling from the sky. I didn't think much of it at the time; wanting neither to feel guilty toward my old man nor fully understand it, I muddle-headedly accepted it," I said.

After the bus set off, the tour guide came over to verify our names with us, then rattled off a few instructions before hurrying away again.

Xu Qiaoyou lay there, offering a powerless, bitter smile. Everything had returned to the exact way it was before. So why should she still bother struggling so bitterly?

When Sun Congshan arrived, the four eunuchs had already split into two groups to completely dismantle the four table-top dressing mirrors, carefully inspecting them before restoring them to their original appearance.

At Ling Xiao's command, Xiao Feng, Pei Min, Han Qinghu, and the others charged forward furiously, unleashing boundless attacks toward Wu An and his party.

"A friend and I are sharing a rented apartment here." She knew this excuse sounded extremely far-fetched, but she simply could not think of anything else.

Both of these shops belonged to the Prince of Xiang's estate. After operating for several consecutive days without any reaction from the Qingyun Studio, even Shao Yi—who was never one to swallow his anger—reportedly merely paused outside the curio shop for a fleeting moment before leaving.

Therefore, he no longer participated in the cast's gossip. Instead, he reopened his script, determined that the next time he filmed with Zhu Li, he would not allow himself to be led by the nose by her again. Experiencing such a humiliating spectacle once was more than enough to completely ruin his reputation.

"Muxifeng is right here! Everyone, attack and seize his Blood Demon Sword!" At that exact moment, a thunderous roar echoed across the entire arena.

In the riverside private room of the Desheng Restaurant, Prince Jing sat leisurely by the table. Hearing footsteps approach, he turned his head to see Shao Yi entering, a smile blooming across his face.

"Don't worry, Teacher Luo, those killer whales will be tucking their tails between their legs and fleeing in a moment," Tang Yun laughed with a smile.

As his mental focus shifted, a wisp of soul power was guided out through his body. Just as Ye Fan's right palm was about to press down upon the Soul-Resonating Bell, a sudden thought crossed his mind. He withdrew his other four fingers, pointing downward with only a single index finger. This gesture drew a wave of scorn from the crowd, who deemed it far too flashy.

Wang Mei and Jia Zhijie's performance was a resounding success. Their voices were quite ordinary, but their sense of rhythm was good, and they hardly made any mistakes throughout the song.

Jian Mo kept her gaze fixed on Gu Bechen. Though they had only been apart for six or seven days, it felt as though she had not seen him for ages upon ages.

Yuan Shao said, "Since Xuande recommends him so highly, summon my brother into the camp." Liu Ben called Guan Yu into the tent. Everyone saw that his physique was towering, his beard reached down to his waist, and with his red-phoenix eyes and crescent-moon eyebrows, his appearance was extraordinary.

The whole family could not even afford the fare for a ride, and since Baochun's home was located in the hillside villa district, by the time they walked on foot to the main gate, they were all panting heavily.

Driven by immense curiosity, we drove toward a legendary location—Brest Fortress, a vital military stronghold of Russia and the Soviet Union. This was the westernmost tip of the former Soviet territory and one of Europe's most famous fortresses.

Zhan Yu was in no rush to plunge into the chaos. Being naturally cautious, he feared a one-way trip and thus lingered at the very edge of the primordial chaos.

Guessing about it earlier was one thing, but hearing He Yining state it out loud herself was entirely another.

Such matters were naturally part of one's own family duties; leaving something like this for Ye Fan to handle personally would be entirely inappropriate.

When I went abroad to study, private cars were still practically unseen in mainland China. Nearly all my early perceptions of private cars were formed in Moscow.

Flowers were blooming at their finest beneath a blazing sun, and viewers who clicked into the video were greeted first by the picturesque scenery of the Black Dragon Lake. Yet the scenery lasted for barely ten seconds before the protagonists of this video made their grand entrance.

Compared to other worlds, however, this path was simply far too sluggish; it could take decades or even centuries to reach that ultimate stage.

They had never expected to be met with such strong aversion from anyone else. While my explanation certainly did not sound very pleasant, from start to finish I never once considered harming you. If you remained at a complete loss, I would certainly understand.