Chapter 161: The Melancholy of Tilting the Head at Forty-Five Degrees

"Why aren't you leaving?" Su Jingluo's face flushed instantly, as she roughly guessed what was on Xiao Jingxuan's mind.

"Jinghong Pavilion has been terribly cold lately. I see your place is nice and warm, so I thought I'd squeeze in." Xiao Jingxuan shamelessly sat down right beside Su Jingluo.

Gone was any trace of the icy prince demeanor; sitting next to Su Jingluo, Xiao Jingxuan felt like a blazing fire. Su Jingluo changed to another chair and sat a little farther away.

"Are you disgusted by me?" Xiao Jingxuan looked at Su Jingluo with a grievance-laden expression.

"No, it's just too scorching when you sit so close. It's hot!" Su Jingluo touched her burning cheeks, not quite daring to look at Xiao Jingxuan.

"I told you your place was cozy..."

Qingyu rushed forward, raising her hand to deliver a couple of slaps to Liu Daohe, frightening little Beibei into hiding in her mother's arms.

He believed it, but did he expect to convince the dozens of people present with just a wagging tongue? Did he take everyone else for fools?

Driven by intense curiosity, even though Lu Yu knew he couldn't open this special box, he still reached out to try his luck.

It was only heard that the wooden door had been struck by a bomb. Splintered wood was scattered all over the Lin Shaolin. There were obvious marks within one foot outside the door.

"Sister, we meet again," she said softly. That sweet, soft-spoken voice gave people goosebumps.

The island was illuminated with lanterns and adorned in festive celebration, bursting with vibrant life. Large red lanterns hung high, and massive double-happiness characters covered every corner. Bright red silk ribbons wound gracefully through the bustling scenery, making everything appear breathtakingly beautiful.

In contrast, Cen Chi, standing atop the tree, looked completely unconcerned, as if Kehaote's overflowing rage meant nothing at all to him.

By this time, the wreckage of the space base had been completely obliterated by the massive explosion, leaving no distinct structures behind. Just as Lu Yu was thoroughly searching from the water's surface to the bottom for any hiding spots of the giant robot, the Star Spirit sounded an alarm.

"Hmph, lacking the ability to compose a matching verse yourself, you actually have the nerve to laugh at others. This is simply... hmph!" Li Tai looked at Li Chengdian with utter contempt.

The master and servant exchanged no further words. Ling Luoke closed her eyes, plunging into a state of extreme meditation as she entered the different dimension of the third inheritance.

With a stern shout, Ling Luochu summoned the Futuo Pagoda, which instantly radiated a vast, river-like torrent of sentient beings' collective will, lashing out fiercely toward the tentacles of the Demonic Heart Elder.

Across the entire grand hall, only Crown Prince Jun Yufeng failed to spare her a single glance from beginning to end. Seeing this, Shangguan Yuanji felt an even deeper surge of hatred.

Seeing that her initial strike had missed, Liu Shixin instantly unleashed another sword Qi, feeling a shock in her heart as she thought to herself that this Third Senior Sister was becoming more formidable by the day. Despite working so hard, she still hadn't managed to catch up.

This imposing aura blotted out the sky and surged upward, instantly forming a giant sword spanning a hundred zhang in the void. Boundless might emanated from the aura-formed giant sword, permeating the entire emptiness.

Knowing the general situation of this place, Chu Jiangli took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the journey ahead.

Crimson spiritual mist drifted continuously from the skin of the Moonlight Venerable, overflowing onto the surface of her body to form a flowing crimson garment.

Successive bursts of explosions resounded endlessly, and the sword array hummed incessantly. Although thousands of flying swords hung suspended in the air within the array, at this moment, they all trembled in unison with the resonant ringing of the sword array.

Every single item displayed on this bright white screen was priceless and impossible to put a price on.

"Empress Mother, I..." Catching sight of Empress Nalan, Shangguan Wanyin was once again reminded of Jun Yucheng. A sudden, inexplicable surge of sorrow and heartache welled up inside her, rendering her voice soft and fragile. Her once sparkling, ripple-filled eyes lost their luster, making her appear as frail as a mere phantom. Before she could even bow, the Emperor had already instructed attendants to grant her a seat.

This time, it wasn't an ordinary medical dispute; evidence was likely conclusive and undeniable. Rather than letting other media outlets beat them to the punch, it was better to break the story themselves.

Seeming to realize it could not break free, it turned in anger and frustration toward Yun Jingyao, opening its mouth wide as if to swallow her whole, before instantly plunging entirely into her body.

At this moment, they were gathered together eating breakfast. As a result, Su Pan'er and her group had already arrived right before them.