Chapter 41: Isn’t This Exciting?

He stopped abruptly, so suddenly that Zhou Ruikang behind him couldn’t keep his balance and crashed into his back, his nose throbbing with pain from the impact.

“I mean, what’s gotten into you…” he muttered, holding his nose. Before he could finish, he was left dumbfounded.

“Is that… is that Lin Lu?”

No one paid him any attention.

Xu Yan…

The young man was equally unyielding. The longsword in his hand sang softly, and a chilling, sinister aura began to seep from the blade. Instantly, black mist crept up his face, making his already wicked features appear all the more strange and enchanting.

Wen Ruanqing spoke unhurriedly, when suddenly she felt a brush of dampness at her neck. Tilting her head, she saw Lu Yanci’s face streaked with tears—she hadn’t even noticed when it happened.

In the youth’s indigo eyes, a figure flashed and nimbly dodged the one-eyed owl’s assault. Hu Tianlin abruptly slowed his steps, instinctively glancing toward the direction from which that arrow had come.

Wei Jiayi’s complexion was a sight—flushing red, then blanching white. She struggled for a long moment, but couldn’t think of a single retort.

Her own grandfather had sacrificed himself—one man, one sword—standing guard over Sword Emperor City, holding back the demonic hordes from beyond.

So, when doing business with them, Lu Shaoyou had to keep his wits about him. Otherwise, if he ended up swindled out of even his underwear, he’d have no time left for tears.

Over the years, the couple had lived in harmony and even had children. Now that Wen Wan was no longer there, those who remained deserved to live well. She truly felt as if a weight had been lifted from her heart.

Xu Yifei loved lollipops. Every trip to the supermarket, she would buy some, fumbling with the snack packaging as she and Zhang Xinyin searched for candy together.

Jiang Chen had no idea what mental battle or emotional journey his mother was going through outside.

The force of the punch was devastating—enough to shatter a mountain stretching hundreds of thousands of kilometers.

Her answer was his warm lips. He could no longer hold back—he needed her, wanted to love her fiercely.

“I only promised not to take her life—and I will keep my word.” No one knew where Su Ying had produced a thermal container, which, when opened, revealed two bags of blood. If he guessed right, that was probably his own blood from before.

Yet, as Su Jingnian had said, under such monstrous crimes, how could anyone in the Prime Minister’s Manor still survive?

“Plotting against us?” Yu Tiantian’s gaze darkened. She simply couldn’t understand the reason behind it all—she just wanted to know if Yu Chuchu was causing trouble behind the scenes.

Still, it did take some effort, especially after losing so much blood. When making that final jump to the exit, she even had to use the stones that workers used to cross back and forth.

Seventeen-year-old Ge Silan was still shorter than twelve-year-old Ge Sifeng. Of course, part of this was her parents’ favoritism—her younger brother always got the best and most nutritious food.

“It really is a Grand World Pattern!” Ye Xue spoke in Lu Yu’s spiritual sea. Clearly, she had seen this pattern medicine before.

At the same time, he struck himself viciously, tearing deep gashes into his own flesh, letting the blood fly without a care.

“I only regret that I cannot behold Your Majesty’s face one last time before death. Through these years, every time I recalled you, I was filled with bitter regret. I beg the princess to allow my family to return my body to the capital—only then could I die in peace.” Chief Secretary Zhu wept bitter tears, looking for all the world like a man truly repentant.

“Very well, it’s settled then!” The man with the pipe burst into hearty laughter, as if the Qilin Lord was already in the palm of his hand.

“My patience has limits. Are you not afraid of death?” Coveting Ye Han’s Shadow Ice Wolf, Ge Mingcai had to restrain himself again and again.

At the mention of the gold mine, the Young Lord of Huainan couldn’t help but look anxious. Yan Laoda hadn’t expected him to pursue the matter, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.