Chapter 42: Yumei’s Fate

Dong Yi leisurely waved his feather fan. "Not at all. I am merely creating a sense of crisis within your household. The Gu family, afraid I might take you away, will have no choice but to treat you with utmost respect."

Bai Huan sneered. "That’s entirely unnecessary."

Dong Yi chuckled, set his fan aside, and adopted a serious expression. "Yu Mei is dead..."

"Dead?" Bai Huan’s eyes widened in shock, her mind reeling as she anxiously grabbed his arm. "How did she die? I told Shun Xi to protect her life, and he promised me..."

No matter whether the Lord of the Galaxy was deemed a traitor, she believed that there were still many in the universe who did not believe the Lord of the Galaxy would do such a thing.

Those who failed to dodge in time were instantly struck by bullets. For those wearing bulletproof vests, it was bearable, but those without fell bleeding to the ground.

The Imperial Preceptor deliberately chose a time when Li Qin was present to report to Prince Lin, saying he had once again dreamed of the Dragon King of the Waters.

The two still wore their original tattered, patched clothes, which neither kept them warm nor clean.

For Gong Xin, who had grown accustomed to treasures, nothing could truly move her anymore—except for this dragon pearl. From the first moment she saw it depicted in childhood illustrations, it became deeply etched in her heart.

Long Hao tried to conjure an eighth sword aura but failed. Helpless, he swept his sword outward, and the seven-layered silver celestial net descended from the sky, crashing onto the roof of a stone house.

The events that had transpired were so terrifying that, now given the chance to escape, the pinnacle gods of the four clans and myriad spirits wasted not a moment, immediately soaring skyward.

Rumors are rumors. If Mu Gui’s appearance could be restored to normal, it would be no different than exchanging one head for another.

Chunyu Youyou nodded slightly. Yun Jinxiu’s figure vanished instantly from her spot, reappearing midway up the cliff.

She could distinctly feel that the strength in her last kick had inexplicably increased, surely infused with the hidden force transferred from Ye Fan.

When the giant gorilla departed, it glanced at Han Feng with a hint of gratitude—though more was awe.

Their chests pressed together as Jiang Ling’s back touched his, the scent of her hair wafting soothingly, quietly intoxicating.

Money, at his level, was no longer lacking—it had become merely a number.

Over the next few minutes, the leader explained the entire incident clearly. Money was indeed a good thing, but the key was—if their fists were stronger, there was simply nothing you could do.

Yin Tianlong was momentarily at a loss for words. The rules of victory and defeat in their contest had been agreed upon beforehand and set by himself. To renege now would be shameless beyond measure.

Zuo Changfeng thought he had hidden his intentions well, but he had still caught the greed lurking in the depths of that gaze, knowing his schemes were still at play.

He was like an explorer, brimming with curiosity, slowly traversing the chaos. Whenever he encountered something unknown, he would pause to observe closely, seeking the mysteries within.

"Captain Wang, please drive them out." Seeing the security arrive, Gao Shan immediately instructed a burly man, who was none other than the security team captain, Wang Qichao.

Looking at this heap of zombie corpses, Lu Tian was troubled. He had just slain at least two thousand zombies, including many mutated ones. What should he do with so many energy cores?

Yet, the unstoppable momentum of the rebel army eventually met a devastating blow—over thirty thousand capital troops, swift and silent, bypassed the main road and secretly entered Tiandu, delivering a crushing strike and instantly reversing the situation.

The roar of rain grew louder, thunder muffled among the clouds, yet the thousand voices reciting fervently and worshipping fervently drowned out all else.

"...Why did she come out of your room?" Li Mengqi eyed me suspiciously, her gaze narrowed.

"Did you convince him to go to sea? From what I know, Baptisan reportedly never ventured out again of his own accord after that time." Gina’s understanding of Baptisan rivaled his own, for she had delved into his mind several times, exploring the depths of his spirit.