Chapter 93: The Poison That Cannot Kill

Shen Jin was about to leave under the moonlight when suddenly, a figure dressed in black appeared behind him.

“Are you in such a hurry to leave, Lord Shen, just for a single meeting?” The heavy voice, muffled by the mask, was thick and raspy.

Shen Jin’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t noticed that someone else was there in the darkness. He turned to look...

When the smoke cleared, those who emerged before the crowd were the Charm General who had been confined in the Hall of Soul Locks, and the Sound General who had just been recaptured.

For some reason, she began to doubt whether the person she was chasing and admiring was still Yan Qiubai.

Before she could survey her surroundings, she heard two men conversing nearby. Jun Qian thought for a moment, then decided to keep lying down and pretend to be asleep.

The Wise Prince shook his head. “There’s no need. Compared to myself, there’s someone who cares more about this news.” He was eager to see how the Emperor would react.

For the past two days, Qiao Nuo had been like this—constantly asking about her mother’s condition. Lu Yunzhen had explained countless times, but she wouldn’t listen, insisting that it was impossible.

Even though Qiao Nuo had been absent from Lu Jingyu’s life for over two years, just from Tang Xinyi’s words, she could guess how much Lu Yunzhen cherished Lu Jingyu.

Yelena was snatched right before his eyes by the giant bat, and then Charles vanished as well.

At first, Zhang Sheng and the others followed along, but one by one, they disappeared, and he no longer cared when they had started to fall behind.

Endless terror seized Qiao Nuo’s heart like a giant hand. She stared in horror at the person before her.

Under the moist haze of white mist, the rising sun’s red glow seemed even more intense, coloring the sky, the trees, and the entire mountain with its crimson light. He called out loudly, and only clear echoes answered him.

“What do you plan to do?” Rong Tang asked. Surely you don’t possess some kind of technique like the Longevity Sect, capable of healing legs crippled for years?

In Gu Meng’s eyes, Song Ximing was behaving as if he’d taken the wrong ‘medicine’, utterly lacking their usual tacit understanding. Gu Meng slept as soon as she boarded the plane, the type of passenger who neither ate nor drank and was easy to look after.

Such use of color was not unfamiliar. Chen Xing had always considered himself unskilled in art, merely enjoying occasional doodling. He felt a sense of familiarity with this technique, though he couldn’t quite name it—perhaps he’d seen similar paintings but hadn’t remembered them.

His skin was very fair, but from now on, those once flawless features would bear scars.

Claire lay on the damp floor, her cheeks flushed, gasping for breath.

By rights, only two hours had passed. If nothing happened now, did they plan to wait until the appointed time before making a move?

The performers were steadily getting ready, the staff were in position, and the starter held the starting gun, all prepared.

The two of them walked together to the corridor beneath the living room. Under the eaves sat two chairs, basking in the sunlight—a perfect spot for sunbathing.

Originally, everyone thought that after all these years, Song Yiyi’s reputation with Xiahou Ce was so poor that the two would inevitably break off their engagement. Yet, after missing the best opportunity, Song Yiyi underwent a complete transformation.

To ensure the elves had a comfortable space, the residence was constructed according to the latest principles of elven ergonomics, with an incredibly complex design. In short, it was clear that the needs of humans had not been considered at all.

Upon hearing this, Jing Ge was momentarily at a loss for words, feeling as though she no longer knew Seven Dogs. Yet she knew in her heart that every word Huan Sheng said was true.

Steve and Banner’s questions were ones Situ Yi had no intention of answering. He hadn’t revived Steve from the river of time to provide explanations, nor out of sudden conscience. He simply wondered if Steve, with his saintly nature, were suddenly to become an utterly ruthless villain—what would happen then?