41 Regret

That whistle was extremely peculiar, both piercing and delicate, as though it were being squeezed straight out from the depths of a throat.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Xiao'er finally returned to the Cold Palace. Seeing Xiao'er back, Wangyue finally heaved a sigh of relief, while Furong's gaze toward her was thoroughly unkind.

What on earth was going on? Why hadn't she figured it out until now? The heavens and the earth were no longer the heavens and earth of the past; the celestial laws and the Six Realms of Reincarnation had been re-established. She could not ascend to heaven, nor could she reach the Buddhist realm—she was utterly blind to everything.

Lengyue felt that the matter was not so simple. When she went to welcome Prince Xi, she would meet Old Master Long, and she could simply ask him then.

It was as though a volcano had erupted from the sea. This vast expanse of red firelight was blown this way and that by the wind, and those cruisers loomed and faded within it like ghostly shadows. On this side, the black skeletons of Beiming Yu’s warships stood out sharply against the crimson backdrop.

"Why are you here? Where are you heading in a carriage this late?" Crown Prince Li Chongjun asked with curiosity.

"More or less! Did Chen'er mention it to you?" Looking at Ding Yang, Sima Qingcheng revealed a faint smile.

Moved to tears, Xiao'er wept. The masters in the palace were all difficult to serve and never treated servants as human beings. Now that a kind and approachable mistress had arrived, she secretly vowed to protect her lady well.

However, no matter how hard Lei Tian tried, he could not charge forward to rescue his wives from their prison. At this moment, the Corpse Emperor, the Lord of Tongtian, the Iron-Blood Demon King, the Bull Demon King, the Monarch of Hongmo, the Lord of Death, and all the other demon kings and overlords that Lei Tian had previously defeated walked toward the cells with loud laughter.

Although similar blood flowed through their veins, they were also the ones who best knew how to protect themselves.

Ruan Jun still did not understand what entanglement existed between his second elder sister and Xiao Ran, nor was it convenient for him to ask her directly. Since he had stumbled upon her today, he deliberately probed, hoping to unearth something from his straightforward second sister.

"Right." Ye Xiaomei looked at the traffic passing by on the road, though it was truly strange today—not a single taxi was to be seen.

"Eat it since I told you to. What will you do if the wound gets infected?" Dongling still wore a stern expression.

Fengguang felt even more perplexed. It was not that her incomprehension was unreasonable; rather, she still remembered that when she first awakened, she had always felt there was something going on between Baili Mo and Yiren. Yet Baili Mo's current behavior seemed entirely different, forcing her to reassess the situation. If this Baili Mo did not like Yiren, whom could he possibly fancy?

Though she knew this old eunuch was utterly loyal both to her and to her country, there were some matters he preferred not to let too many people know about.

Yet the mere thought that Xiran would have to spend the next several months filming with that opportunistic uncle made his head ache instantly.

China had wanted to be direct and make things clear to Shuzhou! As a result! As a result! Fuji Shusou threw the topic right back at her.

Therefore, even if Su Xia's present state was merely an act put on to trick him into spilling information, he found himself completely incapable of voicing any blame.

He firmly believed that the connection between Doctor Xia and the Ghost Doctor went far beyond mere admiration. In this world, there were very few people capable of identifying the poison in Linglong at a single glance and instantly pointing out its relation to the Ghost Doctor.

Bai Yuzhu hurriedly put down her backpack, intending to grab the rope, but instead found herself locked in a gaze with an antelope, her hand freezing midway as it reached into the bag.

Watching the eccentric and mumbling Ma Yi, Li Li grew somewhat dazed. His originally childish features now appeared remarkably resolute, and his gaze was profound. When one looked closely into his eyes, there was always a sense of gazing up at a vast, unfathomable universe.

Looking at Su Yan's ridiculous antics, Tang Zhen took a step back and pulled a quirky, awkward expression.

The mermand scout beaten to death exploded into a miserable corpse, its blood staining the entire vicinity. The remaining mermand scouts finally cleared their heads; the magical beast before them was definitely not something they could defeat, and in an instant, they all turned and fled backward.

Seeing that neither of them had any intention of leaving, Zhang Jianchang walked back home, not forgetting to playfully tease the group a couple of times before departing.

The Elemental Dragon Donkey felt completely miserable. He had never expected that as soon as he emerged from the black fog, he would be greeted by so many fatal killing moves.

It was not because the god-tier powerhouses on the opposite side outranked his own, but rather because, among the forces of the continent, he had witnessed numerous different races as well as those five major factions.

Her revealed posture caused the hearts of all the powerful figures from various factions near the divine stele to leap violently, as they felt an incomparably miraculous and majestic pressure.

Lin Xiakong felt quite helpless. His cheat had been running smoothly enough, yet he never expected these people to be even more outrageous than him—truly, accumulating sand makes a pagoda, and a colony of ants can kill an elephant.

Tang Zhen's display of skill completely stunned everyone present. Blood poured continuously from his injured arm, yet they seemed entirely oblivious to the pain, staring fixedly at Tang Zhen with unblinking eyes.

Four to zero. A heavy scoreline, and the match had been exceptionally effortless. Su Rang, Adebayor, Henry, and Van Persie took turns leading the charge as the four major forwards, each contributing a goal before cheerfully boarding the bus home.

Feeling desolate, Ye Mo prepared to head home to play video games. Upon returning to the manor, however, he discovered that a Christmas tree had appeared at the main gate, and the employees on leave had all returned. Not only was there a Christmas tree, but festive red lanterns were also hung at the entrance.

However, Xiahou Shang and the others only panicked briefly before their expressions shifted to wild elation, solely because the massive army before them hoisted a "Cao" character flag on a black background—clearly, it was the army of Northern Wei.

"Hmph—slick-tongued!" Chen Xue was finally amused by my teasing, her handsome face as prone to blushing shyly as it had ever been.

Lord Naota frowned. Before he could speak, the doorbell rang. Opening it, he found none other than Takuhide Yamamoto.