Chapter 65 Watching Her Court Death

Never did she expect to encounter Yu Leng here.
Moreover, Yu Leng seemed to have no recollection of her previous help.
After a brief moment of thought, Yu Zhujing ultimately decided against bringing the matter up at the present moment.
Let's wait a little longer, she thought, waiting for a more suitable opportunity.
Lowering her gaze, Yu Zhu dropped the subject.
The two of them worked together with seamless tacit understanding, and soon they were approaching the final stages.
"You are so deft with your hands, Sister."
"You too—"

Though confused, Yin Hun instinctively felt that the unuttered words from Rong Xi were of vital importance. After tucking the blanket carefully over Xue Xinqi, he remained in a single-knee kneeling posture.
Manager Luo let out a soft sigh. He had already inspected the liquid contained within the circular vial; it was clearly nothing more than ordinary blood, completely unremarkable.
He dispatched someone to deliver a letter to Li Chourong. Little did he know that the news would leak, and the messenger was intercepted and killed. The letter never reached Li Chourong's hands, instead falling into enemy territory.

"My... lord?" Startled, Wei Tie raised his gaze to look at Qi Li, only to be met with the unexpected sight of Qi Li's unfolding smile.
Even Feng Jin could not explain why she had remained unconscious for such an extended period, a detail that still caused general concern among them.
Despite being a sovereign of a nation, the emperor felt a tinge of melancholy in the presence of his beloved, especially knowing she harbored a distaste for his leg hair.
Still consumed by lingering anger, he threw a final punch, only to have it intercepted by Anthony.
Whether it was merely an illusion or not, Qiao Mandong felt as though the surrounding temperature had dropped significantly the moment Meng Meng finished speaking.
Finally, when Mu Ling and her companions rushed onto the road within the mountain valley, they caught sight of the roaring, fiercely battling soldiers in the distance.
Zhan Yichu was well aware of the superior medicine Long Jiuyue spoke of; it was crafted directly from the alchemical furnace within her Qiankun Chain.
Daye Yi was sent sprawling to the ground by a single palm strike, filled with shock and fury as he felt as though every bone in his body were about to shatter.
Yet she silently swallowed the retort; if they were to engage in a bitter brawl tonight, it was likely that neither of them would be able to step down with their dignity intact.
While the onlookers murmured among themselves, Gu Xiaoya's beautiful eyes fluttered slightly, sending an involuntary tremor through her tender heart.
Sensing the incoming hidden weapon, Yang Chi's expression shifted drastically. He was well aware that the weapons wielded by ninjas were laced with deadly poisons; once wounded, he would likely be forced to leave his life behind today.

When one thought about it, the logic held true. He constantly wished for her to return to the estate, yet what good would returning do? Er Shu was still alive, and that child still existed; the more Yu Zhen pondered, the more wretched her heart felt—how could she possibly find joy?
Before they had the chance to probe deeper into what was transpiring, a deafening thunderclap suddenly exploded across the heavens. Accompanied by the roar of thunder, the previously bright and cloudless sky darkened in an instant, layers of dark clouds pressing down frantically toward the towering Buddha Pagoda.
Had Lin Wanqing managed to recover her usual composure as a corporate president, she undoubtedly would have been able to discern a clue or two.
Yet it still fell short of his usual proficiency; the dough wrappers he rolled out turned out elliptic in some places and triangular in others.
"I remember. You said you were willing." You said that since your young master wished for you to live, you were willing to live; as long as your young master was happy, anything was acceptable.
Abandoned by all, a heavy-bodied Ye Mingwei dragged himself back to his villa—no, it was no longer his villa.
The corners of Xu Angyi's lips curled upward involuntarily as his slender, graceful fingers gently patted the back of the gourd.
Li Shihan had always maintained an exceptionally firm conviction regarding this matter. Back in university, when her peers borrowed money or used installment plans to purchase computers, phones, and cosmetics, Li Shihan remained entirely unmoved; she used only what she could afford to buy, and endured when she could not.
It was not as though there was no certainty; in their eyes, I was merely a fourth-tier entity, perhaps having birthed a fifth-tier deity through the power of faith alone.