Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Regent’s Deep Affection, Mu Wanyuan Fails to Evade

Bathe?
At this hour, the royal manor still has hot water?
She was completely unaware that ever since Matron Rong told Xie Tingmo about her mistreatment at the Marquis's estate, hot water had been kept ready in the manor at all hours.

A quarter of an hour later, Matron Gui’s eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at the mottled scars covering Mu Wanwan’s body.

It actually rescued a moment of impending awkwardness! It even gave the scene a strange, entertaining quality.

Sasuke watched his absent-minded expression, but his open mouth ultimately failed to ask the same question.

"Clang!" At the first clash, despite the Slaughterer seizing the perfect opportunity to strike, the two were evenly matched after their blades met. Countless silver sparks erupted from the point of impact, illuminating the dim, gloomy gorge.

From the engagement, it was clear that Feng Ling’s physical strength surpassed that of the assassin, which compensated for her lack of technical finesse. Her talent for combat was exceptional; though she frequently fell into perilous situations, she always managed to land a lethal strike on the assassin at the critical moment.

Jiang Hao had already grasped the obvious implication in those words: Du Ruo had likely been played by Boss Qiao, and now that the curtain had fallen, everyone was returning to their respective places.

"You arrived several days later than I expected!" The alluring, charming voice echoed through the boudoir. No one would ever have imagined that the speaker was actually an ancient hag who had lived for hundreds of years.

Xu Jinlang still wore a warm and genial smile, though a closer look would reveal that the warmth in his expression had faded significantly.

Second, there are seven safe subspace lanes within five light-years of the planet. One of them is a rare ultra-high-speed lane with a curvature reaching over 100,000, allowing one to traverse a light-year in less than five minutes.

Qin Shao smiled bitterly. Having been reborn, he had hoped that by preventing Xiao Yunxuan’s schemes from succeeding and keeping him from the throne—while secretly helping Xiao Yunmo secure his position as Crown Prince—he could live a peaceful and stable life, and ensure the continued prosperity of the Duke of Jing’s estate. Yet, despite all his meticulous calculations, he had still miscalculated.

Mo Youting finished his work and drove Du Ruo home in a very conventional Infiniti SUV.

Yang Xiaokai dug the pit in silence. Five minutes later, the two worked together to fill the hole with all the fragments and packed the earth down heavily, ensuring that even if the monster were to reassemble underground, it would lack the strength to crawl out.

I muttered to myself, eyes narrowed, staring intently at the Night-Cry just inches away, fearing any sudden movement from it.

Early in the morning within the Hunyuan Sect, Xia Mingxin was seen rushing all the way to the entrance of the cave dwelling on the mountaintop, calling out for Xia Mingfeng through the stone door.

But even knowing this, Ye Zhuo had no intention of dwelling on it now. In the worst-case scenario, he might have less than a year to live; in comparison, everything else was just fleeting smoke.

As they regrouped, the special police officers looked at Yang Jian with different eyes—shifting from disdain to admiration, and even awe. They were simple people; as long as you were stronger and more capable than them, they would respect you. Clearly, Yang Jian had earned their approval.

Under the rebuke of the prince, a young man stepped forward. Faced with the Taotie lunging at him with one leg, the boy panicked and scrambled to dodge.

"The scenery of Fish-Man Island is indeed unique. I remember coming here once when I was young," the Golden Lion said, looking around at the sights of the island.

Gao Feng watched the two bickering with a faint smile, saying nothing. He sat cross-legged on the ground, then suddenly floated into the air. He hovered mid-air, as if he had already advanced to the Heart-Refining Stage and gained the ability to fly.

Arriving at the underground boxing arena, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Judging by the scale, Yang Jian estimated it could seat at least a thousand people. In the center was a ring enclosed by iron cages, where two blood-soaked men were locked in a life-or-death struggle. Seeing them fight with bare hands to such a state, the brutality of the scene was self-evident.