Chapter 47 Your True Nature

Deleng looked at Ye Hongxiao, her voice hoarse as she spoke, "In your heart, am i really someone with no bottom line at all?"

"Aren't you?" Although Ye Hongxiao's expression was calm, his eyes were filled with utter contempt and mockery. "Earlier, you begged me for a project just to support that coward, and now you've climbed into Liu Feng's bed for the sake of another project. Deleng, I'm actually a bit curious about that coward..."

"Lingyue, are you alright?" Mo Qianyuan landed beside the window, looking her over as he asked with concern.

Upon returning home, Ya'er Shi was once again met with Bi's welcoming embrace. Seeming already accustomed to this sensation, he accepted it gladly. After a brief chat, Ya'er Shi led Bi to the table and chairs in the living room, having her sit quietly on the sofa.

Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned. In an instant, he felt as though he were being targeted by a ferocious beast, sending a secret shudder through his mind and soul.

Chu Feng was taken aback. Following Song Shan'er's pointing finger, he saw the earth around Li Qinghe begin to loosen, as if something was about to burst out from beneath the ground.

Over the past few days, interviewing reporters had completely blockaded Jingmoyuan because someone had spotted Chu Feng's father, Chu Shanhe, making an appearance there, prompting all major media outlets to swarm in flocks.

"Yaoyao, I use my brains a lot around other people, but there's no need for that in front of you!" Pu Yunlang gently placed his hand on her neck, stroking it softly.

"I suppose that's fine." Lingyue could only nod. After changing her clothes, she suddenly remembered that she had only been thinking of herself, while Nanshan's wounds were definitely no fewer than her own. She immediately came over to bandage her, thinking to herself that Nanshan was truly like a block of wood—she hadn't expected her to be so utterly oblivious.

Therefore, when Bo Mei took advantage of Qin Yue's momentary lack of attention and fled, Qin Yue did not pursue her further. Or rather, given the professional capabilities of Blood Fiend, once a three-star assassin truly made a run for it, there would already be numerous corresponding and guaranteed safe escape routes, making pursuit impossible for Qin Yue.

The onlookers around were momentarily stunned. In less time than it took to burn a stick of incense, Yin Fangheng—who in their eyes possessed the strongest strength—had already fallen, while Hua Sheng, despite suffering some injuries, remained as fierce and vigorous as ever.

"Enough... definitely enough. Don't you know my alchemy skills by now? I guarantee I'll have you eating spiritual pills like they're jelly beans," Shen Yu promised with absolute certainty.

Perhaps Zhao Shun could have chosen to surrender to save his life, but he did not do so. Dying to uphold righteousness and virtue meant precisely this.

Before they could figure out what was happening, this companion—whose back bristled with weapons—shrieked miserably while retreating rapidly backward.

In the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Zhu Houzhao sat upon the dragon throne, long since devoid of his past smiles, looking anxiously and gloomily at the ministers below.

Yet the spirit of the Chaos Bell knew that if not for the owners of the top three supreme primordial treasures being the three saints with the most formidable combat power in the primordial world, it might not have enjoyed such a resounding reputation.

As the taxi left the bustling downtown area and entered the western suburbs, the surroundings became increasingly desolate, and the car wound its way up a mountain road.

Two level-five planets, where the most powerful beings were Immortals. On each planet, eighty billion people believed in him.

They knew that Li Tian's trip to Mount Dabie had led to a fortuitous encounter with celestial destiny and the acquisition of great fortune. With this, the rise of the Li family was just around the corner.

The fabric of the cloak's back was expensive velvet, woven with the finest silk for the warp and spun fine cotton thread for the weft. Highly skilled artisans had carefully shaved away the surface pile, creating a rich yet unbroken texture.

Cui Qingmin had just started to speak when he was startled by the Grand Tutor's furious outburst, swallowing back the words he had wanted to utter.

This flood dragon seemed intent on wreaking havoc again just as it had last time. Spotting a ship crowded with many people, it prepared to swallow the humans. However, little did it know that this yacht was unlike the previous fishing boats, and the humans aboard were not ordinary mortals to be slaughtered at its mercy.