35 The Young Highness

Li Qi’s face changed drastically. At that moment, rays of brilliant divine light suddenly emerged from his body, but it was too late; the internal energy from the palm had already struck his chest.

“Tell me, Boss, since when did you reach the point where a squadron leader of the armed police would address you as ‘Chief’?” Li Shun, taking advantage of the moment Li Man was still unconscious and he was speaking with Chen Feng, voiced the question that had been on his mind since he witnessed the way Zhong Wei had acted earlier.

If Czechoslovakia’s dissolution was a peaceful separation, then Yugoslavia’s was a bloodbath. I won't go into the details of the disintegration process, as one could easily write several massive volumes on it. China, in particular, has profound impressions of this—hit by stray bullets even while lying down, or perhaps it was intentional, with the embassy itself bombed due to an "outdated travel map."

Gu Jingchen gave a bitter smile. Even if he were forsaken by all, he could never hurt her again. Since she would not tell the public who she was, he would forever bear the infamy to keep her secret, pretending to know nothing at all.

The Hawke family’s forces arrived earlier than Karen had anticipated. By that very evening, news had come from Yadi City that over a hundred experts from the Hawke family had arrived and were resting there, seemingly preparing to launch a surprise attack on Leiluo Town during the night.

Jian Ning did not continue speaking; instead, she picked up a sugar packet, tore it open, and poured it into the coffee, adding a suitable amount of milk. This was one of Gu Jingchen’s odd quirks: he couldn't handle even the slightest bit of spice, yet he loved sweets and insisted on sugar and milk in his coffee; otherwise, he would throw a tantrum.

The reporters felt a bit timid after their cameras were smashed. After all, with the status and influence of the Fourth Young Master Gu, settling scores later would not be difficult. For those bearing media logos on their cameras and microphones, anyone could easily become the target that gets shot for sticking their neck out.

Meomeo hid in Renxi’s arms, still confused about what had happened. After hearing Renxi’s explanation, she found it strange. So much time had passed, yet she hadn’t heard a single sound—like the sky collapsing or the earth splitting.

Gu Jingchen remained unresponsive to every question, unable to take anything in. All the inquiries were just Lan Xiaopeng talking to himself, which was particularly dull. Glancing at Gu Jingchen’s truly terrifying expression, Lan Xiaopeng had no choice but to shut his mouth, fearing that if Gu Jingchen became agitated, he might turn a blade on him.

Jian Ning rubbed against Fu Tianze’s chest for a while, then suddenly withdrew, her expression dimming. She set the roses aside, looking listless.

The skeletal hand did not attempt to bypass Tian Xiu’e; instead, it grabbed her and dragged her in the direction where Li Zhuang had been pulled away.

You Jingyan gave a roguish smile and uttered these words; he, too, held the spinelessness of the Song Dynasty monarchs in contempt.

He was dressed in white, graceful and debonair, his tall and unrestrained figure suddenly appearing somewhat lonely and desolate.

Dao Ping’er’s eyes gleamed with cold light, while Dao Jun and Dao Jing remained expressionless, showing no change.

The battle was imminent. Then, within thirty seconds of contact, all twenty King Kongs were reduced to corpses, displayed across the street. As for Gluttony... the King Kongs hadn't even been able to scratch its armor, so what threat could they possibly pose?

Just as Wu Hao was about to walk in, brimming with excitement, a faint, slightly languid voice drifted from beside him. Wu Hao paused, startled, and stopped his tracks. Looking toward the source of the sound, he saw an old man sitting by the gate. The man was dressed in gray, leaning back in a chair with his eyes half-closed, as if he were asleep.

This ability to travel through the air and command sweeping sword energy with a wave of one’s hand was truly enviable.

The law of destruction seemed to begin devouring the spatial restrictions within the cabin. Or perhaps the formation here could no longer sustain the aurora-like projections of the Four-Pole Locking Blade Array, causing ripples to spread with signs of imminent collapse.

Although this song was sorrowful, it carried the nostalgia of memories within its sadness—the slow passage of time and threads of reverie. When the intense emotions of the heart have become the past, even if there is lingering pain, it remains a sweet memory.

Wu Hao really wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into; it was too shameful. How could anyone in the world be so lustful?

“Who is that Qin Nan? Tell me, what did you two do?” Qiao Zhenting demanded sternly.

“Is this enough?” Feng Teng asked while tracing her finger along the tip of the coiled dragon cherry wood spear.

“No way, Daddy is Master Leng, he wouldn't get it wrong!” Feier took a bite of the pastry in her hand and answered very seriously.

“Die!” The knight successfully rushed in front of Euphemia before she could complete her next chant. Knowing full well that there was no room for retreat, he raised his sharp sword and thrust it toward her chest.

After completing their task, the head eunuch and the matron bowed to the soul-less Consort Duan, then exited the Qinxi Studio, moving like the wind, as if nothing had happened.

In truth, she didn’t understand why she remembered that day so clearly; perhaps it was simply because she loved that dress so much.

Qiao Hanye dismissed everyone. Qiao Zhenting even grabbed a sack of money, dragging it to distribute to the bodyguards, and walked along the road. A centenarian was riding one of three motorcycles, scattering money and candy as he went.

“Found it, it’s right beneath here!” Qin Yu said. Isadora had been observing him the entire way, yet she couldn't discern what method he had used.