Chapter 161: The Gears of Fate

Xu Chenger squeezed her eyes shut in fright.

However, the anticipated pain never arrived. Opening her eyes, she found her neck tightly gripped by the masked knight, who hoisted her by the collar and flung her aside.

Overwhelmed with terror, Xu Chenger trembled all over.

"I... I surrender," Xu Chenger conceded.

She no longer dared to show any defiance.

The masked knight cast an indifferent glance at her and loosened his grip.

"Is anyone there?"

After saying this, Hongcha bowed to Dowager Concubine Qin and turned to leave. Her attitude remained respectful, but the intimate warmth she used to show Dowager Concubine Qin had completely vanished.

"If I hadn't shown up, what would have happened between you and her?" Yin Yumo looked at him. She genuinely wanted to know if things would have taken a different turn had she not meddled by delivering that cup of coffee, and whether she could have simply pretended to know nothing at all if she had stayed out of it.

After feeding the baby formula and changing him into clean clothes, Yin Yumo waited until he fell asleep before gently laying him down in the crib.

The expression on her face froze. Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that ever since this round of evaluations, Lin Yu had changed somewhat. Yet, she could not quite pinpoint where the difference lay.

As he uttered the second half of his sentence, his handsome face was mere inches from hers, and his voice carried a seductive, alluring tone that instantly charged the atmosphere with ambiguity.

Only, Qu Lei had not expected Li Ru to be so truly vicious; she was capable of devising such a ruthless scheme. What else was there in this world that Li Ru would not dare to do?

The young man before them looked fragile and delicate, but he actually possessed terrifying strength.

If, as Will Onstein claimed, the reason "Immortality" was able to resurrect lay in the fact that its true body was hidden within the mirror while the "mirror-self" operated externally, how could the contradiction in gender be resolved?

Tao'er was actually already getting on in years, possessing a handsome visage with deep-set features, and eyes that carried a slightly more scholarly and restrained air compared to his father's.

With that, she looked down at her left hand. The ring she had previously removed was somehow still perched on her index finger, its once crystalline blue sapphire now devoid of luster like cheap glass, and the intimidating aura it once radiated had completely vanished.

Liang Ruitian's weathered face instantly flushed red: My dear precious, at least try to save some face for your father! That was putting it far too bluntly.

Without needing any reminder from Liang Yuyu, Shen Yuexi spotted Liang Ruida at a glance and hurled the broom in her hand straight at him.

Meeting Liang Ruitian's bitter gaze, Liang Yuyu even curled her rosy lips into a milky, innocent smile.

People of all kinds drank and made merry together, while a dazzling array of goods was neatly displayed in the shops lining both sides of the street. Passersby strolled endlessly, stopping now and then to haggle—a truly bustling and lively scene.

It seemed there were still many things buried within the mound of earth. Fu Qingyu did not rush to unearth them; instead, she swept her spiritual sense across the stone slab to clear away the mud, then flipped it over from its face-down position to reveal the engravings on the front.

Suddenly, Liang Yuyu noticed that while Cen Jiaan was speaking with Shen Yuexi, his right hand hung loosely at his side, fingers curled into his palm, veins bulging on the back of his hand, and his wrist trembling slightly.

Just as the others wanted to rush forward and offer persuasion, the team system interface suddenly lit up.

Judging from the current situation, the Seven Stars Sect was undoubtedly attempting to call a crow white and declare that the sun rises in the west. No matter how many spectators favored him, there was a fatal flaw in his standpoint.

Many people in the rear were stunned, fully aware of what sealing the Ancestral Spirit Grand Array would imply.

Although it remained unclear why the Lord Lord had assigned such a crucial task to this black dragon, since the order came from the Lord herself, there must have been a reason for it.

Having just been resurrected, Yang Hao wore a look of pure joy. With a single extension of his hand, a golden battle blade instantly materialized in his palm, identical to the one suspended in the void not far away, the only difference being that the latter emanated a far more formidable aura entwined with a wisp of the Azure Emperor's bloodline.