Chapter 46

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Hearing her say that, Ye Xuan sighed inwardly, realizing he had truly misjudged her. She was not as foolish as he had imagined; on the contrary, she was quite clever.

In the darkness, another figure dressed in black hesitated. He did not understand why his seasoned, water-savvy comrade had suddenly screamed and fallen into the water. Nor did he know whether he should immediately dive in to escape or stay put under these circumstances.

It was still not enough—not nearly enough. He had yet to feel that sense of disorientation! He needed to get closer and closer, nearer to death itself... to make death feel clearer, sharper, and more piercing.

Wang Qi didn’t care who the other was; not even the Heavenly King himself scared him, let alone a mere person. So he stood his ground without moving, coldly staring at Luo Nansheng. The slight upward curl of his lips seemed to mock the other’s arrogance.

Wang Qi was briefly taken aback, then suddenly recalled how that night the other had kept hinting for him to crawl into bed, saying he could become a superstar actor or something. At the time, he had thought the man was drunk and paid no heed.

At Iron Jin’s command, the entire Scorpion Mercenary Corps immediately sprang into action, as if the whole nest was being roused.

It was precisely because of this that she could confidently let the child slip out of the palace, unaware of who lurked behind. She was certain the child would not survive beyond a year.

“So, your scenes have wrapped up?” Zhao Hao looked at Donny with curiosity.

After sending Ye Yan to the set, Xiao Nanye turned down his evening engagements, hoping to get home early and have dinner with Su Mo.

The Chinese have a long history of drinking yellow wine, which is more popular in the south. The renowned production area is around Shaoxing. In the north, fewer people drink it, so production is sparse. However, in Jimo, Shandong, there is a kind of yellow wine known as Jimo Old Wine. Jimo now falls under Qingdao’s jurisdiction and is only twenty kilometers from Liuting Airport.

Guo Cong was reluctant to talk about it. He never felt much marital affection for Li Chang; their relationship was more like siblings or close confidants. Although not entirely chaste, their conjugal interactions were rare.

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From the moment she ordered the eunuch to enter, barely a blink of an eye had passed, indicating she had long prepared for this.

After Deputy Liu Ying left, it was past five-thirty, and dawn had broken. Seeing the Japanese troops gathering for an assault, commanders Li Minglong, Chu Zhenhu, Hari Tu, and Ma Mingchuan ordered their men to dig fortifications and strategically deploy forces. As soon as the enemy crossed the halfway point, they opened fire with fierce precision.

Witnessing this, Tian Xuan took a sharp breath, then was overjoyed—finally, he had found a way.

In the distance, the severely wounded Silver Corpse stared in astonishment. From the ground beside Ye Feng emanated pure yin energy—dark energy sourced from the Netherworld.

This time, Ye Qingcheng completely absorbed all elemental forces from the opponent’s body. By the time the adversary awoke from her hypnosis, it was already too late.

At this moment, if he couldn’t steel his heart, countless troubles might follow—just as when he had once hesitated to imprison Yun’er, resulting in today’s predicament.

“Whether you’re bluffing, we’ll see once we compete. If you have a way to defeat the Mo Yang team, I won’t argue,” Wang Kai said.

The pain was vast and hollow, like a meteor crashing onto a remote wilderness miles away. Though distant, the impact wasn’t sharp or intense enough, yet it was sufficient to make her breath catch.

“Master, are you alright? My grandson is thoughtless and mischievous. I failed to teach him properly. I hope you can forgive him since he is still a child,” the elderly apothecary apologized hurriedly.

Corinne Wen was never one to admit defeat lightly. Even knowing she was trapped and facing death, she did not lose her fighting spirit. She charged through the hail of bullets towards an open door. Just before entering, she cried out in pain, staggered violently, and nearly fell inside.

Mo Ning’s clear eyes looked timidly at the man before her. His jet-black eyes grew ever more profound and mysterious, their enormous allure making it impossible to look away once caught. Those deep whirlpools seemed ready to swallow her whole.

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Old Wolf gently strummed his guitar and softly sang. The voices below seemed to vanish without a trace in an instant.

As a native of Wucheng, they were grateful for the noble assistance of outsiders, yet they repaid this kindness in their own way.

“I didn’t,” Mo Ning felt wronged. How could Mo Yichen say such things? She had done nothing.

Lin Ming called over the New Era team while walking to the nanny van, then instructed the staff to switch out the song Lin Ming was supposed to perform.

But after a long silence, only the sound of footsteps growing nearer was heard. Mo Ning sensed something was wrong and turned around.

“What happens if the soul isn’t fully restored but you forcibly awaken it?” Nie Jiuque asked himself.

Strangely, Luo He still stood by his side. The confusion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a hint of sorrow.

In the southern district, the player corps had already advanced into the city, clearing areas and establishing a defensive line linking one fortress to another.