What does that have to do with me?

Du Haijun walked over reluctantly.

Du Liangsheng was so angry he laughed.

Thinking of his purpose, he softened his tone again:

"I won't ask you anything else. I'll just ask you this: do you plan on hiding like this forever?"

Seeing Du Haijun's expression grow even uglier, Du Liangsheng unexpectedly stopped being angry.

"You must realize that since I was able to find you, Xie Congshan and the people behind him can find you too. When that time comes, will you still be able to protect that girl from the Xie family?"

Stepping through the grand gates of the Prince's Estate, everything inside remained just as it had been, save for the profound silence that hung over the grounds, making it feel entirely deserted. Su Luoning walked straight toward the back courtyard, followed closely by Jiyu, who was carrying Yao'er.

By then, the Aethelric Holy Family would undoubtedly compromise, and if that happened, the situation he had previously built up would instantly collapse!

Gazing up at the void where a strange, massive creature was fighting three opponents single-handedly and still not losing, countless students looked at one another in utter shock and dismay.

As soon as she stepped into the locker room, a flash of ice blue caught her eye—it was Esya! At this very moment, the two of them were the only ones in the locker room.

Because she knew that Zhao Ya's emotional state was unstable at the moment, making it the time when accidents were most likely to happen.

"Do not evade. Grab him, and strike," the old man directly ordered to seize Milotic. Because Blastoise lacked agility but possessed sufficient defense, if the man wanted to launch long-range artillery attacks, the old man would not fear Milotic; however, if Milotic wished to engage Blastoise in close combat, the old man would not let such an opportunity slip away.

Prince Qi, Princess Qi, and Huangfu Yu had not come over. There were only three people in the dining room. Huangfu Yixuan was busy continuously serving dishes to Meng Qianxun and did not eat much himself, while Huangfu Xun had a wonderful time and comfortably gorged himself once again.

That's right, his initial purpose was to silence a witness permanently, but once he completed that plan, he felt immensely satisfied.

"2-chome, 22-banchi, Beika Town." Conan was in terrible condition, looking as though he had a very high fever, and muttered deliriously.

Murong Yi smiled and said, "Father is mistaken. Yi'er will never turn her elbow outward." Empress Feng was slightly startled before she came to her senses; in Murong Yi's heart, only Ye Hua was truly her dearest mother.

Huo Jue sat there, one hand hanging loosely at his side while the other rested on the armrest. He nodded silently without making a sound.

With that, Rong Chen glanced toward the operating room door, where Mailo and Maji, father and son, were keeping watch and waiting for news.

"I really need to become stronger..." He looked at the gathering fog, feeling that if the other person wanted to kill him, it would probably be as simple as this.

The reason was... Yang Xue was simply too beautiful, so beautiful that I couldn't bear to taint her because of it, even though Yang Xue had hinted at it to me many times over.

The three family heads looked utterly wretched, completely devoid of their former imposing aura. Even though they were dressed in luxurious attire, their faces were caked in mud, making them no different from beggars on the street.

In his hand, he held something that looked like a palm-sized compass, seemingly using it to search for something. After wandering around the cemetery for a while, he finally stopped in front of the slovenly old man's gravestone, staring at it as if lost in a trance.

Tang Chen's eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely swung the Samsara Blade, his footwork executing the [Nine Palaces and Fifteen Steps] with flying agility. He actively dodged, constantly evading solid attacks to strike the weak points.

Hearing this, I once again extended my damp fingers and launched a second wave of assault against Bai Linghua.

Turning back to look under the large locust tree, only Grandpa Zhang was sitting there smoking his water pipe. Especially upon seeing me, he waved his hand to chase me away.

He Youwei stared for a while before taking out her tablet to handle the backlog of official business for the day.

This was a universal Taoist gesture. Ordinary people would not recognize it, but Chu Hao was bowing using the gesture of the school of Duke Zhou; if the other party was a practitioner of the Tao, they would certainly understand.

Zhang Jie tried several times to open his mouth and ask, but held back, fearing that speaking up suddenly would interrupt the old man.