Chapter 41: Saving a Handsome Boy

Meng Wenxuan had been keeping an eye on his daughter. When he saw her pointing outside with her little finger and crying out, he knew something was wrong.

The small window blocked most of his view. Only after leaning closer did he see the child lying in the grass outside.

The first thought that flashed through Meng Wenxuan’s mind was: Is that boy still alive?

His second thought was: Why does the fabric of those clothes look so familiar? Where have I seen it before?

The carriage was about to pass by, and Jiaoyue cried out anxiously again and again.

The man she was marrying had changed, and the number of guests who came to offer their congratulations had increased more than tenfold. The Xin Residence, which had looked like a ruined temple just two days before, had become magnificent and splendid overnight, as though it had been gilded from top to bottom.

After hearing Zhang Yuanjun’s explanation, Zhong Jiujin once again began to doubt the scale and capabilities of the Security Bureau.

His hand paused for a moment over the bloodstains on the string of beads. His heart clenched harder and harder, the pain growing almost unbearable.

After being rescued, Poison Drill Dragon let out a sigh of relief. His eyes, which had been utterly deranged, were now as calm as still water, without the slightest ripple.

I’ve said so much already. Could it be that I still cannot move his heart? Is his heart made of stone? How can he be so cold and hard-hearted?

Seeing this, Gu Yangling felt a dull ache in her heart, yet there was nothing he could do. All he could do was hold her tightly, as though embracing her a little more firmly might ease the pain, even if only by the slightest amount.

“Really?” Ling Hao clearly did not believe him. Lin Xuyuan had been gone for so long that even Haohao, innocent and naïve as he was, could sense that something was wrong.

With his hands clasped behind his back and a thermos cup in hand, Li Wuxie stared blankly at the blurred giant screen. A strange, inexplicable excitement flickered through his eyes.

Granny Ding’s voice was slow and low. If one listened carefully, one could still detect a trace of sorrow within it.

Then they called the police. After watching the commotion at the fire for a while, everyone returned home to rest.

As for that voice, it was certain that the Demon Sovereign would never forget it. For it was he who had destroyed the entire demon race, driven them into such dire straits, and forced them to survive only through relentless invasion and slaughter.

“Uncle Xingyun, when my mother’s birthday comes next year, will you take me back to Qinglin Mountain?” Whether she was doing well or not—wouldn’t he know once he went to see her?

“Fuliya, tell me exactly what happened.” Yeshan Yi sought out Fuliya, who served as the eldest sister among them, and questioned her.

In her mind, she probably had no concept of shame at having her body seen by others.

Those three words had always been invincible. Yun Shisan had just thought he had gained a small verbal advantage, only to suffer another devastating blow the very next instant.

The Elder Yi mentioned by Luo Chen was naturally known to Xili. The “boss” he referred to was Yideng, who was often seen following close behind him. In Xili’s eyes, Yideng was a simple and honest servant. The boss’s sudden question left Xili somewhat astonished.

The Furi Festival sacrifice was a grand and important celebration in Yiluo. Held on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, it welcomed the beginning of the summer heat and sought to ward off its worst excesses. “The farmers toil in the fields; when the season of the Furi Festival arrives, they cook sheep and roast lamb, then toast themselves with jars of wine.” Since Yiluo had always placed great importance on agriculture, the royal family would preside over a grand ceremony at the ancestral shrine whenever the festival arrived.

At that moment, the Evil Corpse’s attack also arrived. Although the vengeful ghost had now died, the tentacle-like appendages of his still controlled Helian. They would probably take another few seconds to dissipate.

Then another scream rang out. Realizing that something was wrong, the two of them hurried anxiously toward the direction from which the sound had come. The Black Demon Leopard had arrived.

At that moment, Chang Duangeng, hundreds of meters away in the sky, blurred for an instant before appearing directly in front of Mu Fei.

The moment Lu Chenxing finished speaking, the heart-shaped mark on his forehead erupted with a tremendous force that merged into his body. His cultivation rose once again, and the aura surrounding him surged to even greater heights.

After receiving permission, Wang Chuyi first felt Lin Xiaohao’s pulse, then ran his hands over him from head to toe. Whenever he reached a place that caused Lin Xiaohao pain, he gently pinched it.