Chapter 107: New Love Encounters Old Love

Yan Jinxi bit her lip and asked tentatively, "Brother! Has An'an called you?" She pointed to the wounds on her arm, a self-reproachful expression on her face. "The arm that was pressing on An'an is covered in wounds, let alone hers beneath me. Since you care about her so much, do you know when she's coming back?"

It was only then that Shang Linjun realized his own oversight. When he had seen the wounds on Yan Jinxi's arm, he had completely neglected Murong An, his nominal wife who had been playing along with him in this charade. When his gaze met Yan Jinxi's, he instinctively looked away, raising his hand to touch his nose in a deliberate attempt to mask that flicker of guilt. Just as he parted his thin lips to say something, a beam of light shot in through the window, and both people in the room turned their eyes toward the outside at the same time.

At that era, although the most profitable films were still the trendy new ones, the biggest losses also came from new-genre films—and by far, the number of films that lost money far exceeded those that achieved blockbuster box office.

Back when he had studied under the Bronze Dragon clan in Rizel, he had mastered their mighty arts of spacetime, but after leaving Rizel, those powers could no longer be called upon.

With that thought, Alice's smile grew even more bewitching. She casually smoothed the gown she was wearing, as if unconsciously. Because the gown on Alice was already quite revealing to begin with, the simple gesture made the expanse of fair, creamy skin at her chest flicker in and out of view, extraordinarily alluring.

The Empress felt her chronic headache flaring up again. Pressing her hand to her forehead, she moved to sit down on the stool nearby.

"Ha! Pretending you don't know what it means? What a good actor!" Wu Danlong glanced at Daoming, who was evidently taken aback, and felt somewhat puzzled himself. What was going on? No matter how he looked at it, it seemed as though the other man genuinely couldn't understand his words. He turned his head and looked forward once more.

Liang Cairen's exclamation was different from her earlier conversation with Consort Chen. This time, startled as she was, she failed to control the pitch of her voice, so much so that everyone in the banquet hall heard it clearly.

One of them had captured that mermaid and brought her back, while four others lay in ambush at the residence, waiting to spring a surprise attack. Three of them were shadow guards of the Viscount's household, and one was a senior imperial guard second only to the four great royal guards.

The two of them engaged in a fierce war of words, and in the end, it was Yue Yin who conceded defeat—not because she still harbored lingering feelings for Tan Zhi'an, but because Grandma Tan had already been waiting for a long time.

At first, seeing no corpses in the sect and no signs of fighting, she had secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But when Honglian suddenly noticed that the sect was far too quiet, she realized with a start that something had truly gone wrong.

Having known her for so many years, Su Minghan watched Yun Qingtian laughing so joyfully, yet his heart grew increasingly reluctant. He understood all too well what her disguise represented, and he also understood very clearly why she opposed the matter of Yun Ke'ai and Yuan Neng.

Teng Wan, on the contrary, was exactly the opposite. She respectfully retreated a few steps, her body swaying slightly in the air a couple of times before coming to a steady halt.

The three village elders knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their aged faces—weeping for themselves, weeping for the thousand-odd years of steadfast devotion.

Yuan Chun went back, still fretting on his way out over how slow-witted he had been yesterday, having missed the chance to earn some foreign currency.

Murong Hanxing's gaze was solemn. Looking up at Nether Prison City, he pinched a talisman between two fingers of his right hand, murmuring to himself. In the blink of an eye, the talisman suddenly emanated a cold, icy light that shot straight toward the Nether Prison City hovering above the two of them.

"This is our enemy. You burned so many of its children, so it's certainly come to fight us to the death," I shouted loudly to Bernd the dwarf.

"I'm not listening to you!" Yin Qianxia snatched the remote control, turned on the television, found a variety show, and watched it with relish.

"Your Majesty Sazex, if it's possible, allow me to go!" Bai Tangjing raised his hand to volunteer.

Anderson understood immediately. Those unscrupulous merchants of the Ruman Empire had actually sold the army's obsolete muskets to this tribe. Those muskets had long since reached the end of their service life. Though they could still be fired, after such a long time without proper maintenance, they were utterly useless.

"Immortals?!" Leng Li's heart was seized with shock and awe. He had heard that only those immortals could kill without leaving a trace. Even so-called top-tier masters were nothing more than ants before an immortal.