Chapter 51: I Thought You Truly No Longer Cared About Me

Si Yao’s fingers trembled slightly, but after a moment, she did not relent. She pressed close to Xing Jue and enunciated each word: “The type I hate the most right now is you. Xing Jue, I really detest you.”

Xing Jue did not back away, nor did Si Yao loosen her grip.

They stood locked in confrontation for a long while. Si Yao could vaguely hear the sound of blood trickling from Xing Jue’s neck, sliding off the tip of the switchblade and dripping onto the floor. After some time, Xing Jue finally stepped back.

Si Yao was about to—

At this point, only then did Lei Ming realize how much time had passed, and that he had not even asked the other person’s identity. From the very first word exchanged, he had simply followed them, utterly taken in by their presence.

“No need for that. There’s nothing left for me to train.” For her, she could hit the bullseye with her eyes closed. No one could best her in archery, horsemanship, or combat. Why bother practicing further?

Xue Wuqing was naturally pleased by her confidence, and found a high boulder, pulling her to sit beside him.

The Emperor of Jing extended an olive branch, sheltering Luo Dao under his wing, hoping to quietly sway him into becoming one of his own. At that time, he threatened Lin Keke—if she did not join Jing’s court, he would raise an army to destroy Luo Dao.

During his military service, he had rubbed shoulders with many international bigwigs, enjoying their food and drink, but none of it compared to today’s meal.

With a twist of his fingers and a wave of his hand, a force of utter darkness surged forth like an enraged dragon, roaring and tumbling with a might that threatened to destroy the heavens, charging straight at his opponent.

On any other night, I certainly wouldn’t keep Tao Hao from her romantic prospects, but tonight she’s had a bit too much to drink, and I can’t help but worry. I must make sure to escort her safely home.

Mu Ming glared at Gong Hong as if he could kill him with his eyes. “You’ve said everything—good or bad. Must you always be at odds with me?”

Qin Yang waved his hand nonchalantly and smiled. “It’s all thanks to everyone’s efforts in our county!” With that, he clinked glasses with Zhao Hanxiang.

Bevis coughed a few more times in midair, his body seeming weak, and the dark light on his left hand gradually faded.

Ignoring Murong Xue’s expression, Murong Jun regarded Chen Yu with a friendly and open smile. To be able to address him so boldly as “brother-in-law” clearly showed how highly Murong Xue regarded him.

On Moerman Avenue in the Holy City, passersby frequently turned their heads to gaze at Xiao Yu.

Gao Zhencai’s face was ashen, and the deputy political commissar of the city public security bureau, Qi Xiaolei, stared so wide-eyed it seemed as if his eyes might pop out.

After bidding farewell to Xiang Yi, she urged Wu Jie to visit Mengmeng whenever he had time. Wu Jie promised he would, then walked toward the Junhao Hotel to retrieve his car.

Master Yuchi was a man of great discernment. Hearing the helplessness and regret in Wu Jie’s tone, he didn’t need further explanation and immediately took up the conversation.

I didn’t think too much about it and followed Lin Yan to the innermost room. Lin Yan took out her key and unlocked the door, and behind me came bursts of laughter. I saw the other two girls stroll over, each flaunting their charms, joking and laughing as they entered their own rooms.

“Hey, look! It’s a necromancer!” The moment Allen appeared with his two zombie minions, it was obvious to everyone who he was.

The two worlds lay side by side; through the immense portal, Xiao Yu could clearly see the white-robed elder standing within the Boundless Realm.

Ye Qingcheng felt utterly exhausted and sleepy. She had been so busy these days that she’d barely had a moment’s rest. Now, when she could finally sleep in peace, why must someone disturb her?

Others had said similar things before, but to no effect. Yet when Lady Wendy spoke, it worked as if by magic—such is the wonder of fate.

If Zi Ning had heard him say that, she would have been even more astonished. How did Lie Yang know his true strength?

In southern Xinjiang, the customs around marriage were already bewildering enough to make her head spin. How could there be yet another rule? They’d already been married for over half a month now.