Chapter 55 Execution

"His Highness did not inform this humble subject either when he engineered the matter of Wushan," Su Luocheng said calmly.

Chennian felt a slight jolt. His lips had already brushed against her temples and forehead, tracing softly down her brows, eyes, and the bridge of her nose. After lingering affectionately in every way, he tentatively and gently kissed her lips. Chennian's body stiffened for a moment before she parted her lips slightly, letting the tip of his tongue slip inside.

"Then I truly would be aiming too high above my station. Such a good family background would be a pity to waste," Lin Ruoxue retorted with a sharp tongue.

Yet this vigilance was simply too extreme. Even when someone was clearly dead, they still suspected he might be alive. Could they really harbor such profound distrust toward modern science?

Feng Junyang withdrew from the hall with his hands at his sides, signaling the Princess of Yunxi to enter instead. The few concubines waiting in the courtyard had wanted to follow her in, but a cold glance from the princess froze them in their tracks. They stood timidly under the veranda, weeping softly and continuously.

Just as she stepped inside, she saw a tall and robust divine prisoner flash out from a nearby cell. Catching sight of someone passing by, the prisoner hastily lowered his head, a shy flush on his face, and hurried away.

"My beloved is still here! Damn it, hurry up and send Kuizi and the others back to their country, he's still wounded!" Muscle Hui roared, shouting down those who still lingered and refused to let the matter go.

Having said that, he got up and went out, bringing Chennian a bowl of plain porridge. He watched as she finished it before standing up to leave. Chennian had slept for far too long, and her mind was inevitably dizzy. She could barely lie still for a moment before she drifted back into a heavy sleep.

Such childish games felt exceptionally warm and endearing under these circumstances; one didn't even need to guess to know who was standing right behind.

Chennian merely glanced at him without a word, then silently sat down in a chair to meditate and regulate her breathing. Seeing this, He Ze gave a light, amused shake of his head. Dropping any further polite pleasantries, he went straight to the bed to rest. The two of them passed the night in peace; He Ze did not try to speak to Chennian again, simply letting down the bed curtains to rest.

He had been abandoned. In times of chaos, what was needed was not such a fanatic, but soldiers who could view reality correctly. Yet he was no such soldier; all he could see was his own talent and future glory.

Hutu was startled, not because of Malone's attack, but because Malone's voice was far too loud—almost as if he were deliberately trying to expose their position and let everyone know what was happening here.

Forks, net guns, and a few firearms. Those firearms had been collected by Yu Chao and kept in his usual storage. Now, at this critical juncture, he brought them out and distributed them to his men.

He tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand. Although the bride's fierce grip had left Night Sacrifice's wrist bruised and discolored, he figured that achieving whatever he set out to do would not pose much of any difficulty.

The boundless night served as the best camouflage for the raiders. The roars of zombies and unidentified monsters allowed the group of over twenty people to advance in complete silence.

"Then what brings you here, fellow Daoist?" Taixuan let out a sigh of relief, feeling secretly fortunate. If the Miaodi Sect—one of the Four Paths and Three Sects—were truly to make things difficult for him, he would be no match for them. In that case, just to preserve his blessed land, he would have had to swallow his pride and beg Master Yuhe for rescue.

The appearance of this six-legged monster was fundamentally no different from the four-legged monsters they had encountered previously, save for an extra pair of legs located near its ribs.

Sheng Xiuyi stood at the main gate, watching the coachman fit the rain cover over the carriage and listening to Concubine Tao's resentful cries and pleas, a sense of annoyance stirring in his heart.

Naturally, if the affection ran deep enough, and both parties possessed the perseverance to weather any hardship together without ever complaining or letting go, staying together was only a matter of course.

As noon approached, the weather grew increasingly sultry. Large beads of sweat streamed down their cheeks, and the external yearning for water-type supernatural abilities reached an unprecedented peak.

As for whether such an item might leak secrets, the chanters expressed absolute confidence.

Yet everyone on the entire street stood frozen in place, dumbfounded, plunged into a profound silence.

Hearing this, Hong Sen—who was about to interrupt Yu Tianhen at this critical juncture of his breakthrough—was deeply shaken. Disregarding his own injuries, he instantly materialized in front of Austen.

Kessel made no further move, for the very instant fear took root in his mind and caused him to lose focus, the chain sword that had been lying quietly on the ground suddenly sprang up like a venomous snake, striking him.

The spiritual Qi of heaven and earth here offered no assistance whatsoever to Ma Yi's cultivation; it merely made one feel somewhat refreshed.

"I... I hate you!" Yaoyao let out a loud cry, covered her face, and ran off in tears, leaving Chu Xunyu and Mu Yuan behind in the tent.

Victor's subordinates surrendered, and Dian Wei learned of the eighty-thousand-strong enemy force's movements from the captives. He immediately communicated this situation to the other advancing armies and then led his main force in pursuit of the scattered and fleeing Roman troops.

Could it be that he only agreed to marry her for the sake of his aunt? Was there not even a shred of genuine affection?

Li Meng wore an expression of resolute martyrdom, but the outcome of a war cannot be won by the sheer dedication of soldiers alone. When the grand trend of the times has already passed, such actions were akin to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly incapable of altering the war's conclusion.

Yu Xiaoxiao jerked her head up, not expecting such a hasty development. Her face was a picture of nervous anticipation, and for a moment, she had no idea where to put her hands.

Sun Wukong had a fiery temper; how could he possibly endure someone else's sarcastic mockery? Without another word, he immediately resorted to blows, charging forward with his golden-hooped rod hoisted over his shoulder.

The Hanchiyan sword swept past in a flash of red light. Wilson still failed to dodge completely, taking the blade across the face.

"Did Ren Lingfeng look down on you? Did he say you two were too far apart?" Gu Zhaotian pressed on step by step. If he had ever said such a thing, he wouldn't even be worthy of loving her.

The reasons why it rains more often in summer than it snows in winter, why it rains more in the tropics than in the subtropics and temperate zones, and why coastal cities receive more rain than inland cities all come down to a single principle.

Zhang Yue's weapon was not so easily wrested away. He had long since mastered the characteristics of the Hundred-Tone Whip and had practiced with it countless times within his dream pill visions.

"Lü Fan, Vice-Governor of Eastern Wu, greets Your Majesty the Emperor of the Heavenly Dynasty. May Your Majesty enjoy good health and peace of mind." Bowing slightly, Lü Fan held the imperial staff and lowered his head before Zhang Chao with an air of profound reverence. Only he knew the boiling anger raging within his heart.

This came as a delightful surprise to him. Spiritual sense was truly a remarkable thing; without even needing to consciously activate it, it would automatically give warnings about impending dangers and the like.