Chapter 49: It's Okay

Liu Shiqi’s plan had indeed fallen through; she had never anticipated such a fierce reaction from Zheng Qian. On the other hand, it also revealed Zheng Qian’s resolute determination to defend his position within the company.

After returning to his office, Zheng Qian did not come out again. Xia Qianqian, understanding the situation, refrained from disturbing him and instead found a random workstation outside to begin handling documents.

Though the glass walls of Chen Weiqiang’s office were transparent, it seemed he sensed Anran’s predicament and concern. Yi Qianning reassured, “Young hero, rest assured. With me here, Miss Chu will be safe and unharmed. I won’t let anyone bully her.” He casually glanced at Jinfeng, who was unfazed.

“Teacher, the great omen of the West has now turned into a sign of ruin. Please enlighten your disciple!” Just a sweep of the residual sword aura caused the disciples of the Purple Forbidden Heavenly Sword Sect to shiver uncontrollably; some of the weaker-willed even broke out in a cold sweat.

Yet, he was astonished to see the Shadow God, who had been smiling quietly while hiding behind his followers, now staring wide-eyed in disbelief.

Watching his worried expression, Chu Yunlian’s heart tightened with pain; her nose tingled and her eyes grew moist.

Anran paced back and forth inside the room, missing Chu Yunlian—the sweetness in her voice when she called him “Anran ge,” and the youthful yet distant, aloof look on her face.

Cheng Huailiang was the most dejected, sitting like a defeated rooster, head bowed in silent despair, seemingly too exhausted even to speak.

Beneath the mingling of killing intent and chill, the bamboo forest became shrouded in mist. As the fog spread, the temperature plummeted sharply, and within moments, a few crystalline snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

Yi Xia recalled Chen Fangping’s reason at the time and found it incredible even later on. Yet, seeing his solemn expression, she decided it was best to obey him. After all, it caused no harm and somehow placed her on equal footing with him.

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“No, I’m not proud at all. Next time, I’ll try to be more reserved so you won’t be so exhausted. Here, let me massage your hand.” His tone mixed flattery with a hint of pride, but deep down, he did not wish to feel this way.

“Yes, sir. I will inform the prince. The princess has been well recently, so please rest assured.” She didn’t understand why, knowing her prince and Song Duan Song were at odds, anyone who met him would only ask about the prince, yet somehow inquiries turned to the princess as well.

After dinner, once the guests were sent home, Shui Yanmo chatted with her mother for a long time. In the end, she wiped her tears and returned to her room.

At present, the entire Huaxia region was engulfed in a tide of corpses. Those daring to appear so openly outside either harbored a death wish or possessed sufficient means to protect themselves.

On the other side, Fang Shaoqing’s expression grew somewhat grave as he focused intently on the unfolding battle, remaining silent.

However, just as she moved slightly, suddenly her arm was grasped tightly by someone.

After asking, Tong Xinya regretted her words. How could she have spoken so carelessly? It must have been a moment of confusion. Still, she wanted to hear Shen Lingfeng’s answer. If she kept refusing him with this excuse, would he eventually go seek someone else? Would she still be in his heart then?

Song Jiaqí lay in a nearby clinic, the warm room gradually restoring a natural flush to her cheeks.

Mu Li’s thoughts raced as the evil desire increasingly clouded his mind. His steps grew heavier with each lift of his foot, as if raising a lead-filled iron bucket. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain, and a large sweat stain appeared clearly on his back.

Gu Zhuoshi confessed: “Actually, the reason I wanted to learn this instrument was to play for my boyfriend.”

But since the events of the previous life had not yet occurred, Man Jing had no reason to seek revenge. Yet if Luo Zhenzhu ever deliberately plotted against her, she would not let it go.

It couldn’t be said that Taoyuan Team’s defense had improved much, but Wu Chenggao had not regained his form. His shots were off, and even with a lineup featuring tall players who should have had an advantage in rebounds, he still couldn’t compete. Chen Mian had already grabbed four rebounds recently, including one offensive rebound, though his put-back was spoiled and went out of bounds.

When Ah San presented a fairy peach before Lord Li, every servant in the Li household was stunned, including Lord Li himself, who was dumbfounded.

Such was Wu Jiangxiong—hair disheveled, one hand covering the carotid artery on his neck, the other suddenly casting a hidden weapon. The shrill whistle of the weapon pierced directly toward Mei Yixuan’s brow.

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Hou Qing smiled more deeply, momentarily ignoring the playful game of hide and seek with Ying Gou. Ling Mo Sheng beside him was surprised by the unidentified object.

Tian Jiao had seen Qiu Tian eat before, and unexpectedly Murong Chong had noticed it as well. His way of eating, smacking his lips, was so similar. Tian Jiao suppressed a smile and offered another bite of food to Murong Chong, gazing deeply into his eyes.

Xiang Pu’s mood was somewhat complicated. She had always harbored a faint affection for her father, but now, knowing the truth about the Lin family, she felt her father was truly pitiful.

As the darkness dissipated, Mu Lasi’s true form emerged. Under the king’s protection, he advanced into the corpse king’s domain. He had been reborn; his red eyes, golden irises, and radiant wings all testified to his success.

King Yang wished to help the villagers dispel the murderous spirits, but with his current strength at the mid-stage of the Body Tempering and Blood Refining cultivation, he was no match. How could he help?

Soon, Lin Tao felt Xiangxin’s eyelashes fluttering—a sign of effectiveness. He then vigorously massaged his wrist to encourage more blood flow into her mouth.

Half a minute later, only Tan Yuanshan, Tang Shaoyan, and Qin Xiuzhu remained in the conference hall.

“I only need to be by your side, sincerely! Jie’er, I miss you so much. Over the years, you’ve soared to great heights, while I could only watch you on TV. But, but! I—” As he wept and spoke, Cheng Jie’er mercilessly ended the video call and closed it.

Chewing, tears welled up in her eyes, as if she might burst into sobs at any moment.

“Does His Majesty have any other orders?” Luo Xue lifted her eyes calmly to meet his gaze, her tone indifferent.

Of course, Ye Chenyun was not idle. Using her sensitive, delicate body, she continuously rubbed against Tang Si’s chest, and after a while, pressed her cherry lips to his.

Luo Jun looked at the man in white, his expression cold. All his anger was buried deep within.