Chapter 195: This Woman, I Want Her

Gao Yue shuddered. Even though she had witnessed many grand and terrifying spectacles, a scene like this still made her heart leap with fright.

The other Asian girl burst straight into tears.

At that moment, the fat woman walked in again, and the girl's sobs stopped abruptly.

She walked over, scrutinized all three of them carefully, and finally fixed her gaze on Lin Lu. "This one is of top-tier quality. As for the other two..."

"Heartless and devoid of love?" Hearing these words, Xing Lian froze for a moment. Although she truly had no romantic feelings for that Shuang Chi, she still wondered how a normal person could possibly be devoid of a heart and incapable of love.

With the Khitans retreating back from the Central Plains, the various regional warlords were no match for the Three Kingdoms. Moreover, having endured the brief Khitan rule, the common people were desperately hoping to return to orthodox governance and instead warmly welcomed the armies of the Three Kingdoms.

Suddenly, Shangguan Fei leaped into the air, the fantasy artifact in his hand emitting a dazzling light. With a loud "boom," the artifact self-detonated, knocking down two illusionists and one warrior while instantly draining their internal power, leaving them to collapse weakly onto the ground.

Wang Zhanyou was a man of immense standing. As the enforcement elder of such a large and powerful clan, he naturally spotted the guard's abnormality at a single glance. With a flick of his hand, he slapped the guard flying. A spray of blood bloomed in the air as the guard's body crashed sideways into an artificial rockery, scattering blood everywhere.

Seeming to have anticipated the man in black's words long ago, the young man addressed as the Young Master showed not the slightest trace of surprise upon hearing them; even the motion of him swirling his red wine glass did not slow or pause for even a fraction of a second.

"I heard Baili Junnan has gone missing." Disregarding the warnings Baili Junnan had previously given her, Yu Weiyin blurted out the man's name.

From the moment he entered the room, Zhu Da's attention had remained fixed on the elderly commander of the Yang family, subconsciously ignoring Scholar Qin. Looking over now, however, he noticed that although a smile lingered on Qin Chuan's face, that smile was laden with resentment and anger. Since it was so easily discernible, he clearly had no intention of hiding it.

Some things were predestined by fate, just like her encountering Murong Jingtian tonight. Perhaps her mother's illness could be completely cured this very time.

"If that had been a real battle to the death, he would already be dead," Zhu Da replied coldly, leaving those people completely speechless.

Are you kidding me? Mei'er was undoubtedly a venomous snake—moreover, a brightly colored venomous snake that made one irresistibly want to draw close to her.

She secretly surveyed her surroundings. There were not many houses around; she figured that even if she screamed at the top of her lungs, not many people would rush over to help her. What should she do? Was her only option now to stall for time and hope someone passed by so she could call the police?

Looking at the two exuberant individuals, Mai Zi felt a sudden wave of helplessness. She silently picked up the shovel from the ground, turned around, and walked into the kitchen.

"An old acquaintance?" Yang Biao furrowed his brow. As one of the Three Ducal Ministers of the current court with a reputation spreading across the four seas, almost anyone he could call an old acquaintance was a renowned scholar of the realm. Yet for someone to claim to be an old acquaintance while refusing to reveal their name meant that their identity was inconvenient to disclose. Who could it possibly be at a time like this?

Ye Yun's gaze followed Nalan Heng closely until he disappeared from sight. You even deployed the hidden guards, Nalan Xiao. Do you have any idea what kind of consequences will follow if you push things too far? Even a rabbit will bite when driven to desperation, let alone pushing Nalan Heng to the brink. Ye Yun looked out from afar in the direction of the Northern Qi imperial palace. Nalan Xiao, what on earth are you plotting?

Listening to Nalan Heng bring up Empress Sima, a question involuntarily arose in Xiao Yuyin's mind. She vividly remembered the day she helped Nalan Chuchu scale the courtyard wall to leave the estate, when Canjian mentioned that Empress Sima had left behind an imperial edict requested from the emperor on her deathbed. Could this be what Nalan Heng was referring to?

As that figure drew closer and closer within her field of vision, closing the distance to mere inches, An Ruo's hands involuntarily clenched tight.

The blossoms were only slightly larger than a big fingernail, growing in dense clusters. Although pure white, they were immense in number—they were wild chrysanthemums. Xiao Yuyin walked into the sea of flowers and took a deep breath. A rich, refreshing fragrance drifted into her senses, bringing a deeply comforting effect.