Chapter 88 Such a Pity! We Can Never Go Back 2

Gu Ziyan watched Mo Qinghan’s departing figure, noticing a trace of hostility in her posture. In her silhouette, Gu Ziyan saw another Shang Linjun, and he stood rooted to the spot for a long while. Only the blaring horn of a car jolted him from his thoughts, prompting him to hurry after her.

At the entrance, the receptionist noticed Mo Qinghan’s mask and wore a strange, uneasy expression as she asked, “Miss, did you perhaps come to the wrong place? This is a charity gala jointly hosted by the most prominent figures of Nan City, not a masquerade ball!”

Gu Ziyan immediately stepped forward, his tone tinged with displeasure. “She is Mrs. Shang Linjun, wife of the president of Shang Group. It’s hardly your place to pass judgment on her attire, is it?” With that, he tossed the invitation in his hand to the young woman with more force than necessary.

A white divine light flashed outside the Chosen Platform, and the figure of Ming Wuchang appeared. Her face was cold and beautiful, a chill emanating from her presence.

They, too, wished to watch the spectacle, curious to see what fate awaited the challenger to the Heavenly Stele.

“Heh, though you may be that old man’s prized disciple, you are not necessarily my match,” Blood Thorn said in a deep, icy voice.

Among them, aside from Major, the dual swords in his hands were magical weapons that Noelle had acquired from Xiao Yi. The magical defensive properties of these swords could directly negate that kind of passive counterattack-level magical damage.

While our families may not count among the elite, we have always conducted business with honesty and integrity. Since your esteemed chamber has offered us such generous terms, we naturally must reciprocate in kind.

Ye Fei, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, tilted his head and squinted at the unfamiliar SUV ahead, his expression a mix of bafflement and wariness.

Yin Wenjiao and Chen Guangrui were newly wed, but Liu Hong, harboring resentment, conspired with Li Biao to murder Chen Guangrui. Liu Hong abducted Yin Wenjiao, intending to elope with her, changing their names to start anew.

Under fierce assault, the Scorpion King Brondur retreated, raising its pincers to shield its head like a barricade.

Yesterday, when trouble struck, Shangguan Yan’er called Ye Fei at once. Yet, in a fit of anger, Ye Fei spoke harshly to her on the phone, then irresponsibly ignored the situation altogether.

The Serpent God was overjoyed as he caught the radiant dragon pearl, but his face suddenly changed dramatically. “Boom!” The explosion was deafening. At such close range—and with a black-tech grenade worth thirty thousand—it nearly killed him.

As special forces, they excelled in fighting under all manner of harsh conditions. Though Yang Ming’s cultivation was high, it didn’t mean he could foresee danger.

Anna’s current situation was already clear to Bank, thanks to his son. Handing the Northern Legion to Anna was no different than giving it directly to Loren.

Several Qin gunmen were struck, causing the bandits on the mountain to erupt in wild cheers, shouting incoherently as they continued to shoot downhill, their morale visibly boosted.

With such achievements, the “Black Mountain Hermit,” a renowned formation master of Rainbow City, could now justifiably slack off for a while, under the pretense of resting and recuperation.

Back then, Qin Hao was framed and failed to enter the Federal Naval Academy, whereas Yang Meng was accepted. At first, the two kept in touch frequently, but their calls grew less frequent with time, until eventually they lost contact altogether.

“All right, let’s just say I gave that order. What do you suggest now?” I asked.

After she left, the Dragon Emperor scoffed. “The merfolk dwell in the deep sea, all show and no substance. They can’t even best the sharks—what use are they to me? That old fool dreams of using me as a weapon, but Yang Ming—I will kill him myself.”

“Very well, it’s settled, this song it is. Old Han, later introduce me to the person who wrote it,” Wang Yige said to Han Rui.

Hidden within the Concealment Array, Lin Xiu watched Jin Shiyue’s despicable conduct with growing disgust, yet he knew now was not the time to succumb to such feelings.

Last night, Ling Yun once more summoned her, but this time, he did not touch her; his words were brief and indifferent.

Ding Yu’s former weapon, the Sacred King’s Scepter from his previous life, was like a key opening a door the moment it returned to his hand, granting Ding Yu a newfound sense of purpose.