Chapter 150: Yuzhou, The Zhang Family

Shen Ci was speechless, and Gu Zixi hadn't expected this either.

"If you two can go out for a meal without being close, why can't we? Come on, my treat."

Gu Zixi was about to speak, but Su Qinli, standing beside her, stopped her. "Let's just go together, Zixi, come on."

Su Qinli pulled Gu Zixi into the car, but...

"You, you, you are not Xuan Mo! Your soul is not that of a dragon! Since when does a dragon have wings?" Qing Tengzi roared in a fit of exasperated rage.

The dismemberment experts followed Ge Minong’s instructions, using their own hands to grab the other parts of their bodies.

Due to the bitter cold, her complexion turned ghastly, and her lips darkened. She couldn't help but press them tightly together.

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw several people across from him drawing their bows. With a cry of "Oh my!", he turned to flee, but after only a few steps, he was struck by several arrows and pinned to the ground.

Raising my blade to defend was not merely a defensive act; as I parried, I poured extra strength into the move, violently slashing a burst of externalized extraordinary energy at the three claws attacking me.

"Extinguish a spark, create a gap, and save them." Dapnuo attempted to use magic to kill the spark, but as he had anticipated, it had no effect whatsoever; the magical activity of Mo Ya was as difficult to counter as the man himself.

Considering her father's rank in the Special Forces, they were hardly a family the city hospital could afford to offend, right?

As Nanny Zhong spoke, she stole glances at the Third Mistress's face. Seeing her still sporting that adorable look with puffed cheeks and a tilted head, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

At this moment, the Skywalker launched a charge along with the troops, while the Electro-walker unleashed a barrage of rapid-fire shots. Several iron arrows flew, disrupting the magic incantation of the Qingcheng Sect members. Then, a swift piercing arrow, backed by immense attack power, pinned the Qingcheng Sect player firmly to the wall.

It was precisely because of this that Tang Guiyi finally had the solitude to truly reflect on the deaths of his four uncles and these ten brothers, and to ponder who was ultimately in the right and who was in the wrong.

Undoubtedly, the Ninth Prince must have possessed a hidden treasure for self-preservation. He could have used it to escape, but he had trusted his own brother, believing the Eighth Prince would help him. He had wanted to stay and watch Bai Yi be executed, never realizing he was being set up by his own kin—a truly tragic fate.

Hearing that sinister, mocking laughter, Bai Yi and the others were all affected, sinking into a strange, trance-like state, vaguely on the verge of losing themselves, unable to break free.

She rolled her eyes at him and let her gaze fall on his wound. Although he had truly brought this upon himself, and although he was indeed detestable, shameful, and hateful, she found she didn't want to turn him away. Being with him in this moment felt effortless, allowing her to briefly forget her troubles.

When Shi Qingqing drifted into consciousness, she discovered to her horror that she was in the same bed as a strange man. Though nothing had happened between them, their clothes were in disarray.

"There is... prostitution going on here." His thin lips parted, and the righteous words boomed like a thunderclap. His wicked, cold, and charming eyes never missed a single flicker of her exquisite facial expressions.

Carved upon the ancient stele were two grand, imposing characters, written in one continuous, masterful stroke. In the bottom right corner of these two characters was a signature.

"A-Nuan, is this medicine still ineffective?" In Dou Ya’s heart, he had long regarded Jiang Nuan as a sister. Watching her struggle to brew the medicine all along this journey pained him deeply.

Yun Yue turned around, shielding An Qin behind him. Thus, when the gazes from outside peered in, they saw only him standing proudly. Only after the curtain fell did he turn to walk outside.

Having gained a rough understanding of the situation and seeing that there was nothing left inside, Zhao Zheng was unwilling to waste any more time. He donned his diving helmet and signaled his team to enter the water.