Chapter 55: Was the Person I Stabbed Sent by You?

So that was the truth... Just as Qin Guyue suddenly understood, a wild surge of blood rushed through his heart! In this desolate wilderness, with no one else around, he was struck by a premonition as if he were standing at the brink of life and death—what could possibly cause this?

After about three minutes, I emerged from the pool. Unexpectedly, the black water was just like the foam in that bottle, suspended in midair.

Seeing the Deputy Palace Mistress hesitate, Huo Xinchen’s heart skipped a beat. He thought Jack’s soul had already been dealt with. If that were the case, buying this body would be pointless.

“Do I need to wait for Ouyang to grow up?” I murmured to myself, finally accepting everything.

They all knew that the items auctioned later were prepared for the grand guilds. They had no way of competing, and even if by chance they got something, it would only offend a powerful force.

“In any case, when it comes to him, I will grant whatever he asks. Until I truly understand her, I must not make an enemy of him,” replied Heaven’s Law.

“And if you don’t want to be devoured by your past self’s consciousness, you must gain power greater than in your last life! So you need to cultivate quickly. Only when your level is high enough can you gradually learn to control the power of space and time within you!” the old beggar said.

Zhang Xingxing did not stand on ceremony. With a leap, she rode a gentle breeze and landed steadily on the stone chair.

If they didn’t kill, the Divine Palace Guild would take over. If the other side killed and the Founding Order dropped, the title of top guild in the game would be lost—and they would have nothing but regret.

Over these ten days, they had learned the true terror of Death Ridge; even Leng Yundi narrowly escaped serious injury twice.

“I’m not worried about that. I just fear Mr. Xiao and Sister Yiyi won’t have a proper date with me tagging along as a third wheel,” Qin Min joked.

Luckily, Yu Ling had fitted the cat with a nameplate locator, or she would never have found the runaway Guai Guai.

He noticed Awu’s remarkable skill—she dispatched a wild beast with a single slash of her curved blade. Admiring her talent, he decided to take her away with him.

Batman looked up slightly at Lin En as he walked past, tempted to call out again, but having already interrupted him twice, in the end he held his tongue.

“I brewed the wrong tea. This is our boss’s private stash, not the house blend for guests. But since my wages are already docked, you might as well drink it.” Mo Yun’s face was contorted with pain; he’d worked hard for those employee points, and just now he’d lost ten in an instant—it almost broke his heart.

General Camon could have been a good father, but, alas... the original soul was already gone, unable to feel the love she should have received.

Su Ming immediately controlled Guang Yuanzi’s Nascent Soul to leap from his dantian and hover before Su Ming’s own forehead.

Thus, every time one entered the palace to see the Empress Dowager, a thorough inspection was required—nothing carrying osmanthus pollen could be brought inside.

Even though the control center kept trying to reconnect with the Sea Serpent, there was never any response.

After Cheng Muxue’s deeds were exposed, Mu Hanjiao didn’t utter a single word in her defense.

“Mr. Sifang, Captain Sushui has been looking for you,” Hu Cun said anxiously. “She wants to take you to her master.”

Haidongqing watched the stage impassively, her applause louder than those around her. She recalled their first meeting—back then, he was just a migrant worker, covered in dust at a construction site.

Li Dafa hesitated before finally asking, “How did your trip to the East Sea turn out?”

With a thunderous roar, the blood-red devouring force erupted from Chen Xiao again, instantly draining the second six-winged Holy Demon Commander dry.

“So high it made you want to kill,” Lu Shanmin said coolly. “I promised you I wouldn’t let myself be harmed.”

Madam Liu sneered, her lips curled. “Why panic? I won’t kill you. But just sharing a bed with you disgusts me. What I hate most are your thieving eyes. Since you love looking at me so much, I’ll make sure you never can again!” With that, she gritted her teeth, lunged, and gouged at Qiao Mubai’s eyes.

With such bearing, no one could help but submit! In the whole Divine Transformation Sect, apart from Chen Xiao, there was no other who could achieve such feats. If anyone could come close, it might be the legends Xu Po or Jiang Yanyun.

The feeling grew stronger—curiosity killed the cat. Yan Yuncheng dared not go deeper; his spiritual sense withdrew like receding tide. This place was not friendly. Without delay, he turned to leave.

The serpent’s body was hidden in the black mist, its cold eyes fixed on Yan Yuncheng. It wasn’t that it didn’t want to kill and plunder, but its spiritual sense detected the presence of dragon energy within him, though it couldn’t locate its source.

“Oh? Haha. So someone understands me after all,” Ying said with a laugh, then the room fell silent again.

Hearing her grandfather’s words, Shen Wei felt uneasy. That catastrophe at the Grand General’s Mansion had taken more than lives—it had sapped her grandfather’s spirit and edge. She understood his feelings, but she was not ready to let things go. Some people, some matters, would not leave you alone just because you backed down.

Chen Ao would not resent Zhao Heng, for from an emperor’s perspective, Zhao Heng had done nothing wrong.

She slowly slipped off her blouse, revealing black lace lingerie—the two snow-white mounds on her chest, tightly constrained, sprang forth and quivered several times.

He saw Chen Ao smiling radiantly and was taken aback. He’d met others who had offended the Young Master, and they were always either groveling for forgiveness or fleeing far away. But these two sat here at ease, drinking tea, as though nothing had happened.