119 Lingering Echoes

No matter how he tried, he could not reconcile the simple, rustic man before him with the figure wielding a giant hammer six years ago. Tang Hao was now nothing more than an ordinary farmer, and his expectations for Tang Le and Tang San were merely the hopes any parent held for their children's future.

The Empress Moth finished her blood potion and sat before the Four-Direction Mirror. Liu Jibian skillfully peeled away the human mask from her face, opened the ice drawer, retrieved a fresh one, and carefully applied it to her skin.

Lin Xiuze looked at the screen, where Gongyu Changyin’s face filled the entire frame, and asked, "Why are you still wandering outside so late? Aren't you cold?"

Finally, she set her sights on a white, bohemian-style, crinkled cotton fringe dress at the Coach counter, turning left and right to admire herself in the ornate mirror mounted on the wall.

Li Ya, unwilling to yield, began to fight back, and the courtyard once again erupted into a scene of noisy, bustling chaos.

Shen Lian and Guo Xiao, bearing the weight of a terrifying pressure, sat half-reclined against the wall, covering their mouths with their hands as they yawned.

Unlike its dazzling appearance, the moment the great demon spoke, its voice was incredibly raspy and turbid. Upon hearing it, one felt as if thousands of ants were biting at their skin, a sensation of profound discomfort.

However, the human body has its limits, and even Zhang Yang’s constitution—the powerful Body of Five Virtues—was no exception.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xinhuan’s face flushed a mixture of green and red. He did not know what to say; he wanted to sit back down, but was too unwilling to let it go.

If anything happened to Xi Ru, Shangguan Ao would kill her. If anything happened to the child, the Shangguan family would also kill her. No matter what, she could not let anything happen to the child; otherwise, death—only death—would await her.

"I am staying with the person I love most, why shouldn't I? Yang Shimin, I told you, I will always be by your side," Shangguan Ao said with a smile.

Hearing the sobbing, the other concubines, who were still pretending to be strong, could not help but tremble in fear. Their lips quivered for a long time, but they could not utter a single complete sentence.

Pian An and the others could not fathom why the Emperor had been inside for so long. Could it be that some accident had occurred? Otherwise, why was there not a sound to be heard?

"Could you please lend me your phone?" she asked, stumbling through her broken English.

Han Siyou wetted his hands to smooth his hair, struck a dashing pose at the doorway, and then knocked on the door with confidence.

When he returned to Huanxiu Palace, Rui Canji had not yet awakened. Mu Yinchuan sat beside the jade-inlaid couch, separated by a curtain of gauzy silk, watching her quietly. His consciousness drifted back to that moonlit night two months after he had struck her down.

She had learned from the news about the great upheaval within the Ye family and knew that he might lose everything. She had gathered all this from news and gossip columns—things she had never cared for before, yet had now made a habit of reading. After lying to herself for so long, she could no longer keep up the pretense.

The housekeeper, He An, was about forty years old. Outwardly silent and reserved, he was actually sharp, shrewd, and meticulous. He was a man of his word, and his rewards and punishments were clearly meted out; the staff in every wing both respected and feared him.

I once thought that being a descendant of Yuan Zhao was noble, and later, through a twist of fate, I entered the Holy Land of Harifo, which felt like having the swagger of a tail sprouting from one's backside. However, when I discovered that Luo Xuan had also entered Harifo to become our Zhao Sect leader, and was not only teaching three courses personally but making them all mandatory, I was stunned.

Su Ling looked into Jiang Duanchen’s eyes, seeing only herself reflected within them. She smiled gently and kissed his lips; despite the mask between them, she could still feel the warmth of his mouth.

"It is very dangerous here, for a demon of extraordinary power dwells within. Even I am quite wary of it," King Song said, looking gravely at Pan Yuhong.

In truth, Pan Yuhong did not know the extent of his own strength, or he would not have sought out Hongjun for a duel. Seeing how easily he had defeated Hongjun, he became all the more curious about his own capabilities.

Zhuohua involuntarily held her breath, her hands never stopping, while her eyes remained fixed on the task, observing with intense focus.

"Work with the physicians to cure their influenza first. Once the illness is under control, then it will be time to settle accounts," Jiang Duanchen said with complete confidence.

"Understood, Senior Brother," Zhuohua replied, pulling a smile that looked worse than crying.

"This subordinate would not dare," Sun Daming said, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Mu Qingyu. This was why he respected Mu Qingyu—for his lack of arrogance and impatience. Although he knew this was all out of deference to General Yan, such a humble general who did not put on airs was truly popular.

Watching Tang Tang grit her teeth, Yue Zanhua wanted to bang his head against a wall in frustration. How had it only been a year, and she was still the same? Was this the legendary, pampered imperial concubine?

They were not driving ordinary cars; even Xuan Yalan’s vehicle was plated with thick armor, so they did not exit after parking.

Xiao Yan asked in confusion, "Who exactly wants to strike such a cruel blow?" Jiang Duanchen remained silent. If the Black Eagle’s target had been random, it would indeed be hard to investigate. But it had attacked only Su Ling, and it was bound with that special fabric—this made the suspicions against Nie Yunhua even greater.

Sometimes, a single sentence is enough to shatter a person’s psychological defenses. Anchor Nicole did not hesitate any longer and took action! It was that very sentence spoken by Zhao Shen, which carried an inexplicably convincing power.

However, just as the Yin-Yang Reincarnation Disk was about to fall into Feng Xiangyang’s hands, a green flash appeared. A vine suddenly shot out like a spirit snake and snatched the disk away. Feng Xiangyang’s expression shifted, and he summoned his flying sword to strike at the vine, but another vine flew out from the forest below, lashing out at his blade with immense force.