Chapter 51: To Eat or Not to Eat

Yuan Ruoxia curled her lips in a teasing smile. "Oh, oh, oh, so decisive this time? Xu Mingchuan chased after you for so long and you never agreed, yet you dare say you don’t like Xu Yancheng?"

Lin Lu was left speechless, unable to utter a word.

"But Xu Yancheng, with his proud and aloof temperament, is so cold when it comes to feelings. I just worry you’ll be wronged if you’re with him. But yesterday, he actually shielded you from the acid..."

"Come with me, I have something to discuss with you," Qian Qiyao said, glancing at Qian Qiyue. She seemed to be in high spirits, flitting from one place to another, completely unlike her previously cold and noble self. But perhaps that was for the best—no one bothers to put on a mask in front of those they’re close to; it’s too exhausting and simply not worth it.

His trembling hand held a cigarette; from the cold, his fingertips were red and swollen. Noticing Lin Xiaohuan’s gaze fall on his hand, he instinctively tucked it back into his pocket.

"I’ll order, I know a place that’s especially good," Ma Fei’er chimed in, seeing both our moods were low.

Lone Star covered his eyes. The scene before him, though it lasted only an instant, nearly made his eyeballs burst, blood streaming down, the pain unbearable.

She didn’t care about anything else. As long as she moved out, when she returned would be entirely up to her.

"Come forth, Furyflame!" On Yilianlu’s slender finger, her ring flashed, and a demon steed appeared out of thin air.

If they could defeat Yang Chen, they would gain even greater fame—a classic case of fighting for renown.

That belief sustained Bai Jieba through countless hardships. Many times, death was close—so close it seemed only a stick of incense away—but Bai Jieba never gave up.

Everyone was watching. Only Luo Feng and the newly arrived Nie Yuan threw themselves in front of her without hesitation. Lin Xiaohuan glanced at the people who once fawned over her but now waited gleefully for her misfortune, and couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

He Kui wore a confident smile as she prompted Yang Chen to confess. But before she could finish, another twist occurred.

Xie Bingchu trembled with rage but could say nothing more on the matter. In truth, he was more furious at Wei Yanxian’s lack of composure.

Su Yi wanted nothing more than to find Pan Hun directly and ask about the Sword Saint of Boundless Measure, but since he’d sneaked off before, now that he was back, he had to greet the shaman chief first.

Ling Yun, being an outsider, should by rights not have mingled with the royal clan in the inner hall, but he had come nonetheless.

In the distance, another carriage sped over. Jingmo and Qiyan alighted, only to see Wang Jingzhi holding Yang Yu in a tender embrace.

Shi Shanzao’s early show of force had clearly enraged Tong Dafu. Rarely did anger appear on Tong Dafu’s corpse-like face, but now he strode toward Shi Shanzao with a menacing, twisted smile.

In a split second, five high-explosive armor-piercing shells shot toward Li Wudao, while Ba Quan, panic-stricken, dodged as Li Wudao’s black blade slashed toward him.

With a single word, "Break," Sima and the others looked up to see something faintly wavering in the sky above the courtyard wall—they knew this was the passage Lin Nianzhen had opened for them.

"The prince is wise and discerning, truly a dragon among men," Ling Zhuang replied, bewildered but proper.

Kim Taeyeon shook her head with a gentle laugh and said nothing more. Instead, it was Irene, seated on the hospital bed beside her, who spoke up.

A gasp swept through the crowd outside, but Jin Yong was oblivious. Cold sweat drenched his body, his pupils contracted violently; for the first time in his life as a spellcaster, he felt a truly mortal threat.

"You didn’t know, did you? They’re the Imperial Cavalry," someone with worldly experience said, lifting his chin.

How much pain would her actions inflict on Pei Zhenteng’s heart? She was beginning to despise even herself.