Chapter 55: The Greatest Taboo Is Confusing Friend and Foe

At the thought, Ji Ruoyan’s elegant brows furrowed. Perhaps she ought to have someone investigate who else Empress Gu might be secretly associating with—better to guard against trouble before it strikes.

Shang Chen gazed out at the dark, oppressive night. He realized, to his astonishment, that he hadn’t noticed a single oddity. His glance toward An Haotian grew more curious; this man seemed not at all as he appeared.

“Heh, I’d like to see how you’ll make me eat my words,” Wang Haitao shrugged, now in no rush to leave.

Zi Feng was someone who lacked a sense of security in relationships; he hoped that the one he loved would see only him, forbidding her from even glancing at other men.

Miao Ge was moved, her defenses crumbling. She had always guarded that line, but even the strongest have their weaknesses.

The servants dared not speak, but could sense Zhuang Qingqing’s fury, and quickly withdrew their hands in fright.

“You truly are disappointed, aren’t you? Evil lingers for a thousand years; if you wish for my death, I fear it won’t come so easily.” An Haotian’s eyes held no warmth, his expression indifferent yet chilling as that of the Grim Reaper.

Those deep eyes made Ye Zihan feel as if her very soul was drawn into them.

The manager gave a self-deprecating laugh; clearly, he was too hungry, and the aroma only intensified his salivation. Just as he was about to close the window, he heard the sudden commotion outside.

He crouched in front of Tang Bingyu, then lifted her onto his back. This sequence of actions by Zhou Zekai left the production team dumbfounded. Though none of them knew how valuable wild ginseng was, they sensed that even a decade-old root could fetch tens of thousands.

That back seemed even more unfamiliar than when they first met, yet it was not truly strange—indeed, it was all too familiar.

“Sixteen and Seventeen are missing!” They’d thought Ye Sixteen and Ye Seventeen would drift ashore with them, but it seemed reality was otherwise.

Her wife’s family lived in the neighboring village. Upon hearing the news, her brothers naturally came to make a scene, determined that He Wuliu had murdered his wife and demanding compensation. He Wuliu refused, and both sides confronted each other at the village entrance, on the verge of fighting.

Yet at this moment, Lu Lingfeng felt not the slightest heat, only chills running down his spine.

Qi Mo had no intention of letting Feng Tian go so easily. After his initial strike, he stepped forward, sword in hand, delivering an even more lethal blow.

Qin Ruoyi, tears at her eyes, clung to Leng Jinhan’s hand, begging him not to be agitated, and attempting to shoulder all the blame herself.

Now, with warmth and softness in his arms, Su Che was reluctant to let go. He sighed, pulling his own bedding from the bed to cover her.

Just as a cat toys with its prey before delivering the fatal bite, so too did he torment his opponent with ridicule before finishing the job.

Qi Mo and Yun Conglong had been here for some time. Yun Conglong spent each day watching Qi Mo cultivate, doing little else.

He did not know that Balorik Ledefield was a devoted admirer of a man named Brook.

The tension in the tent mounted; officers cast their gazes toward the seat of authority, where Xiao Jia sat. Since Tianchou’s departure, Xiao Jia had been entrusted with command of Xuzhou’s forces.

Though he understood Huang Dongxuan’s intention to surround and attack reinforcements, perhaps Sun Xiang had guessed it as well. He did not shirk responsibility, but seeing Sun Xiang decisively abandon them, making no attempt to rescue, he could not help but harbor resentment.

Like a jet plane, the straw hat’s feet retracted into his legs, stomping the air as his body accelerated. In the blink of an eye, he descended from the sky, a dark fist swinging toward Lu Qi.

Wu Hao dared not linger in the black mist, immediately employing his phantom technique in retreat, hoping to escape, but ultimately was disappointed.

The blood pool churned, its glaring red hue bubbling ominously, a shocking sight. At its center, Wu Hao shone like a golden sun, his powerful spiritual energy surging violently.

Outside, firecrackers crackled. A bridesmaid called out with a bright smile, “The bridal party is here! Sisters, if the red envelopes are too small, we mustn’t let the bride go downstairs!” Eight young women giggled as they set up obstacles, ready to demand generous gifts from the groom.

During this time, the three were fortunate—not encountering any formidable monsters blocking their way, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The vibrant vitality made Lian Haiping feel an unprecedented sense of comfort, and he could not help but let out a long howl, his chest swelling with exhilaration.

As Xuan Xiao spoke, Lin Na was stunned, and after a moment, a helpless smile appeared on her lips.

After he wiped out everyone in the palace, Ye Xuan sensed the Infinite Divine Tree growing emotional.

Qiu Xuan had been cultivating here day and night. When he passed the trials, Sword Saint and his companions had already exited the Langya Secret Realm. The treasure hunt in the Langya Secret Realm had ended, yet Sword Saint and his group still hadn’t seen Qiu Xuan. They asked surviving innate masters, but none had seen him.

Yesterday, this young man managed to identify the author of the manuscript in such a short time? Thinking of this, Long Peter was shocked—had he been pretending all along?