Chapter 33

Even more astonishing and shocking to us was what she had just said: was Ouyang Xiaoqing the princess of the Gold Clan?

The next day, Liu Qingquan struggled mightily to get out of bed. He reached the stadium on the outskirts of the city, yawning as he led a squad of women to face Zhao Mingyue’s team. Naturally, he fell behind, losing several games in a row.

Having scared off the dark-faced brute, Bai Zhi strolled forward at a leisurely pace. Not far ahead lay the former site of the Southwestern Prince’s Mansion from her previous life.

He leaned down to pick up the paulownia leaf that Sheng Ge had caught earlier from the pile of fallen leaves, his fingers slowly curling shut.

The one-month deadline had arrived, and the various God Emperors of the Four Seas Divine Continent gathered once more in the Nine Heavens.

Was it possible she didn't want to die old and ugly, so she decided to seize the time while she was still "young and beautiful" to pull off a grand, earth-shattering act of rebellion and martyrdom?

Recalling the scenes that had just unfolded, Crazy Mao felt his scalp tingle. He hurriedly tugged at me and said, "Boss Yang, let’s go take a look together."

"Damn it, don't tell me you didn't prepare anything again?" My face darkened. Could this guy be all talk and no action, just like last time at the Witch Palace?

After finishing off those bandits that day, I had considered that their cohorts might reorganize and attack us once word got out, so I thought about moving to avoid their retaliation.

These Imperial Guards were less like bodyguards for the princess and more like showcases for the physical grace of the people of the Liang State; each one was tall and imposing, yet Hua Yao frowned the moment she saw their disorganized footsteps.

When Yang Xiu met Sun Quan again, he felt that Sun Quan had taken on an even more mysterious air. Knowing that a single misstep could cost him his head, Yang Xiu made sure to embody his upbringing and the etiquette he had been taught.

"You all wait for me outside," Liu Gong commanded, gesturing for Bai Xiaoxian, Bing Lian, and Zhi Yan to step out.

Although the Blood Arena did not have as many powerhouses in the Mythic Realm as Roland, it possessed the most terrifying madman in the world: the King of Blood.

Gao Zhao had already been startled; he felt the same anxiety as Wu Xuemei, but he remained silent, merely nodding.

"Hehe, don't mind this old man's nagging, but your life is far more important than ours!" the Golden Knight laughed.

But now it was over; the style of her speech was too distinct. Anyone who knew her well, like Jia Xibei, would surely guess it was her.

Having just stepped out of the palace gate, she spotted the Third Prince. After bowing to him, she mentioned that it was a coincidence, as Emperor Changlong had also invited him to the Imperial Heart Hall.

These two spies were not true Japanese soldiers but traitors, one of whom was a cook for the Eighth Route Army who had been bought off.

The call ended, and she slowly lowered her phone, staring at that Beijing number. She gazed at it, imagining what kind of world lay hidden behind the other end of the line.

Though she was dressed like a traveler from the north, if anyone discovered her true identity as a princess of the current dynasty and word reached the palace, the consequences for her husband would be dire.

Fatty Bi Huan looked at Zhou Mingyang, who was staring at him in disbelief, and raised his head with a scornful laugh.

Jian Han thought to herself that it wasn't just that she hadn't noticed; she even felt it didn't seem quite right, because Jin Sicheng was always temperamental—cold and indifferent on the surface, yet burning with intensity in that regard.

Given that this was an unprecedented situation, an alarm sounded throughout the entire auction house.

But human players were endless; one day, they would surely rise up, breach the Fourth Domain, and find the entrance to the Five Domains.

After adding Jian Nanfeng on WeChat, Li Xuanhuan stared at her nickname with a complex expression, eventually sending Xing Xizhou’s WeChat contact to her.

Stir-fried mushrooms with pork was another divine dish for pairing with rice. Ye Xiao ate several more bowls of rice with these dishes—this time, he had bought the rice and cooked it himself. It was no longer his first day in Golden Wing City, and in the previous days, he had eaten his way across the city, using his ruthless appetite to sample every local delicacy.

Although Ye Li had lived abroad, her father was in the country, and her flight here was to find him.

The husky seemed very familiar with the interior of the tomb. It dragged Zhou Mingyang along, passing through the hazy blue light, and only stopped when they seemed to have reached the end.

This was Qiao Yu's first time dining out with Liang Jingrui since returning to the country. She was a bit nervous; when she was pulled into the car, she thought they were heading back to the office. Even though it was lunchtime, she had intended to have a nanny deliver food to the office, never expecting him to take her directly to a Japanese restaurant.

It was indeed so. Yun Qi was currently at the bottom of the pool, and as for her stroke of fortune, it was the recovery of her past memories. However, Qing Yue did not know this yet.

As they spoke, shouting erupted from the Dragon-Tiger table: "Dragon, dragon, dragon!" while the people on the other side shouted, "Tiger, tiger, tiger!" Then, with a *ding*, the cards were revealed, and the dealer announced: "The Tiger is slain; pay the Dragon."

A Tian’s twin pistols and mechanical devices seemed to be with him at all times, as if the man, the guns, and the gears had become one.

After the novelty wore off, He Xiangji and Ryoko knelt by the table. As He Xiangji poured tea, she felt a bit troubled. She wanted to chat about daily life, but the recent war loomed like a massive mountain that could not be bypassed.

Wang Yue performed a simple technique. Since words alone were unconvincing, it was better to show them in practice. Although the array disk in her hand was of poor quality, her profound mastery of formations made the setup seem unfathomable to the three of them.

The moment he appeared on the thirtieth floor of the Heavenly God Tower, Jiang Tian felt his scalp tingle and the hair on his back stand on end.

Over this long period, Wu Yi realized that he had truly begun to fall for Su Qingxue. She usually appeared as cold as ice, but deep down, she desperately needed protection; her coldness was merely a shield to avoid being hurt.