Volume 1, Chapter 42: It Hasn't Reached That Point Yet

Ping'er fed Yaoyan her medicine, then held the silk flower up against her hair and said, "Look, you look wonderful in everything you wear."

"Spray some air freshener, and then tell him that this is air airlifted directly from the island of Chunyoo."

She was determined to unearth even more critical secrets about Zhangsun Wuji from Chu Suiliang; only by doing so could she coordinate with Li Junxian to overthrow Zhangsun Wuji and fulfill the mission entrusted to her by the lord.

These colossal, subhuman brutes moved like callous, unfeeling machines, their mechanical strides carrying them through a gloomy, deep corridor and into another structure.

Seeing that Long Aotian had finally stopped his rampage, Su Yu lowered the hand he had been using to cast spells. By this point, he was thoroughly exhausted and could scarcely bear to raise his arm again.

"I must have forgotten. Yes, I forgot," Leng Yu murmured, stroking his long hair. There was no way he could tell Amily that he had successfully delayed important business by spewing out a nauseating stream of sickening flattery—if he admitted that, Amily would likely write him off as a raving lunatic.

Seeing a flurry of stray sparks still sputtering toward her, Su Limo hastily raised her black iron wok, blocking left and right as a rapid succession of clanging sounds rang out, creating an airtight defense.

Su Limo's expression shifted slightly. The ordinary silver needles in her hand were incapable of piercing through spiritual energy to strike vital points within the human body.

Liu Yiru wanted to beg for mercy, but she was completely unable to speak. Her once-pretty face was now utterly unrecognizable, swollen to the size of a pig's head, her hair disheveled, tears and snot streaming down together in a spectacle of utter wretchedness.

An Qiyan sat there, her complexion alternating between pale and ashen, her phone clutched tightly in her grip. Lacking the bandwidth to be angry at An Qiying's disdain for her, An Qiyan's mind was racing with a single question: When on earth did Xie Ruoqiao hook up with Tianyi Media?

After talking at length to no reaction whatsoever from Mu Yao, Madam Han decided she must find an opportunity to speak with Liu Xu and ensure she made Yaoyao fully aware of the grave stakes involved here.

Something else? Mu Xinyao frowned in silent contemplation. In this era, dealing in such commodities was by far the most lucrative path! What else could they possibly do? A silk and satin drapery shop? Yet who among them knew the first trade? Different professions were worlds apart; how could they just casually switch trades on a whim?

Li Shi sidestepped the incoming fist, advanced his right leg to block the blond punk's retreat, and drove his shoulder forward. With a sharp snap, the blond punk toppled backward onto the floor, felled in one clean and decisive motion.

Yet, a world without him was, to her, an imperfect one—fragmented, incomplete, and utterly unbearable.

The Imperial Kitchen was divided into five distinct bureaus, responsible respectively for the meals of imperial guards and on-duty ministers, imperial concubines, the emperor and the empress dowager, the empress, and grand imperial banquets and feasts.

Glancing at the Foguang Temple marked on the map, Conan and Hattori Heiji both lit up with excitement. Wasting no further time, they immediately prepared to head out.

Among all people, the ones most overjoyed by this newly codified legal code were ordinary mortals who had never practiced cultivation. Was this truly what the City Lord meant by universal equality? Equal status with the grand masters? Such a notion bordered on the miraculous, leaving many people to maintain a wait-and-see attitude while harboring lingering doubts about these newly compiled laws.

In truth, what Mu Xinnuan wanted to say was that Jinhui had long coveted the title of heir to the Marquis's estate. If he were to join forces with Mu Xinyao and genuinely bring about the death of Jinyang, wouldn't she and Duanmu Chuze inadvertently become accomplices?

Su Mu's expression abruptly shifted, as though recalling some unimaginably horrifying scene. He glared fixedly at Young Master Wuyi, yet stopped short, words failing him on the tip of his tongue.

Just at that moment, two college students walked into the Yokohama Crime Research Club, laughing and chatting, only to be startled out of their wits by Yui and the others waiting inside the room.