Chapter 30: A Tainted Heart

What kind of bizarre logic was this? She claimed she was a bringer of misfortune to her husbands, and now insisted on becoming his woman—was she trying to doom him as well? Seeing Qiu Yurou's serious expression, Cao Mang was utterly exasperated, caught between laughter and tears.

"Do you even know what you're saying?"

Qiu Yurou met his gaze unwaveringly. "Of course I do. After all, I've already given myself to you, as long as..."

"OK!" A-Bing raised both palms, and the gold instantly melted into liquid, swirling upward before condensing into a golden sphere. At his gesture, it gradually took the shape of a bottle.

The water spirit drifted closer, its gills and dorsal fin trembling violently, emitting a sharp hissing sound.

After all, many of these guards had, under the chieftain's command, successfully repelled countless enemy attacks. To them, the chieftain's words were divine decrees, utterly unassailable.

In less than twenty minutes, the earlier rounds of competition concluded, and it was finally Lu Si'en's turn to take the stage.

By the time the executioner's staff reached halfway, Hu Baiwan could no longer even scream. Tears streaming down his face, he gazed pleadingly at Judge Cui.

Zhou Yuntian slowly opened his eyes, for he sensed a familiar energy drawing near. "Yu Xi?" he called out instinctively.

The skeletal serpent men, unable to break through, suddenly saw the massive pyramid rise into the air. A ghostly blue light radiated forth, and the skeletons seemed reanimated, each one shimmering with a blue aura.

Kuangrong stood her ground, not dodging as the Dragon Fist crashed against her face. Yet her body did not budge an inch, and the forceful blow left not the slightest mark upon her.

Wang Qi had turned the emperor's own methods against him, even invoking the First Emperor himself—what more could be said in protest?

Three cakes, two factions, and they could not be divided; naturally, each side sought to claim two for themselves.

Tang Zhuo was well aware that some people in the court were adept at officialdom. Even if Yang Ding wasn't from the financial world, some of the leaders he knew could certainly wield influence there.

I dared not argue, keeping my head bowed and eyes averted. My father fetched two bags from the house, tossed one to me, then strode out the door. Though my mother had warned me not to leave, when my father called, how could I refuse? I hurried after him.

Before leaving, he used the Wooden Finger Technique to infuse a great deal of vital energy into Zhang Juan's body, ensuring her soul could endure for at least five days. If the matter inside remained unresolved by then, he would return.

"I would, but not for the child's sake. I'm afraid of owing you too much, afraid I won't treat you well enough, afraid I can't give you the happiness you want." This was Xia Zheting's greatest worry. People are like this—the more they want to do well, the more they fear making even the smallest mistake.

"Delicious!" Mu Liubing exclaimed in awe—it truly was delicious. She had never tasted roast chicken prepared like this before.

Yet the most disappointing thing now was her own son. Before anyone else had even spoken, he had already surrendered in fear.

So it turned out he'd chained himself up and staged an interrogation, all just to play matchmaker for him and those two girls.

How did he get in here? Rain had hacked so many airlines, yet never found any trace of him." Ouyang Mo'er asked curiously. She had to admit, this R was truly elusive.

"Is this Mayor Yang? Our leader would like to see you." A man in his thirties had pinpointed Yang Ding's location.

It was already past midnight, and all around was quiet save for the rhythmic clatter of hooves and wheels rolling over the road. Occasionally, the distant cry of a crow echoed through the vast emptiness.

After the meal and a brief rest, Lin Xuan set out to find Kong Qinglong of the Wolf Gang, to discuss their future plans for transformation and going legitimate.