Chapter 60: Surprised? Is It Unexpected?

Having investigated up to this point, Dong Hao had no choice but to begin questioning the steward—after all, it was his servant, and he didn’t want rumors to run wild when the news spread. Everyone’s eyes converged on the scene, just as a figure was sent flying. Or, more precisely, it was the long staff that had pierced his chest, brutally skewering his body and hurling him out with tremendous force.

In that tense moment, as everyone held their breath and their nerves stretched taut, a rumble sounded in the distance. It was like muffled thunder rolling in from the horizon, making even the bravest among them grow anxious. Qin Xianhe was taken aback and, for a moment, had no idea how to answer Jiang Rongyao’s question.

After a pause, he asked, “Did the master know from the start that I would be caught?” Then, with a self-deprecating laugh, he waved it off and stepped inside.

Anyone unaware might have thought she had no expectations of him anymore, that she didn’t even care how many points he scored.

Because, not long ago, He Shang had once come to the classroom and, without warning, smashed a chair over the head of a boy who mocked him, leaving a lasting psychological shadow over the entire class.

However, as Ye Zhenzhen’s reputation continued to grow, people from other departments began to hear about her as well.

After a busy night, when dawn had just begun to break, He Shang ordered someone to escort Ye Zhenzhen into the palace.

Darui scratched his head, a lustful gleam in his eyes, and suddenly brought his right hand to his nose, inhaling deeply.

Yet such actions were meaningless to someone like him, a man with limitless time.

“The computer’s fixed—no, it broke again…” Qiangzi pursed his lips, finally mustering the courage to finish his sentence.

The airplane taxied down the long runway and then soared into the sky. After forming a brief formation over the airport, it immediately set course westward.

It had been a long time since Lu Xiao and she had gone to the mall together. After their shopping spree, Lin Qing drove Lu Xiao home, dropping her off downstairs.

From the moment Pu Qingyin inherited her legacy today, her fame had already surpassed that of any star in Huaxia. Every piece of news about her became of paramount importance.

Then, with a flicker of thought, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed, under everyone’s gaze, to the fishing boat closest to the cruise ship.

Master Yuan, upon thinking of this, was so furious that he forgot his manners and threw his soup ladle into the empty pot.

Yet, no matter how strange the medicinal field was, no matter how tempting its treasures, none of it could move Ye Bei, who stood quietly to the side.

Hearing this, Xia Liu glanced back at Wang Yuxuan with a mischievous grin, deliberately darting into the dimmer alley ahead.

But in her world, even if two people began in love, what then? Over time, feelings faded and divorce followed. Even in this era, divorce existed. Yet before that happened to her, she wanted to preserve the memory.

Even Wuchen, their enemy, couldn’t help but feel a trace of admiration. He had to admit that Ye Xing was the most outstanding young man he had ever met—unparalleled in both strength and resolve. Imagine, with cultivation not yet at the Supreme level, he had fought head-on against a peak Lord and survived, even managing to wound his opponent.

Tong Xinya could hardly face the owner of that hand. Her blush, which had only just subsided, returned at the sight of him, and she couldn’t help but avert her gaze.

“It’s late,” proclaimed Murong Hong, “I don’t wish to waste time on this matter. Wait outside. When Han Jing arrives, tell him to report tomorrow. Guard those two well—no accidents are to occur. Also, send word to Qiao Baijun to stay behind after court tomorrow morning.”

“Have you found it yet?” In the forest, another group appeared. Seeing the young master, they couldn’t help but ask.

Yue Xiner and Yue Rouer exchanged a glance, suppressing laughter. The rumors were true—the girl really did fall ill yesterday, but she hadn’t died. How strange.

With the zombies and the main deity working together to destroy every structure on Earth, their numbers on the open plains were more than enough to overwhelm humanity.

Passing by a glass wall, Shen Lingfeng caught sight of himself—his hair… One’s body, a gift from one’s parents! Why was his hair shorter? And what was he wearing?

As the character “Xuan” left the hand shrouded in black energy and sank into the earth, with Nangong Xuan at its center, dust billowed and the noise shook the heavens—a terrifying change seemed imminent.

Li Ang, too, was tired of explaining. Instead, he glanced at the man sitting nearby—a classic Slav, blue-eyed and powerfully built, like a brown bear.

The lively, bustling scenes amazed Mo Qian, who was now curious about everything. After marveling, she watched her host enter a nearby shop.

I couldn’t help but scoff. After he tried to force a kiss on me, we couldn’t even be friends anymore.

So, she wouldn’t deny it—though, in his heart, he still hesitated to speak of it. After all, it was his own doing, and it was, perhaps, a bit too unsavory to admit. After some thought, Lu Qingjin spoke with calm composure.

He then looked at Geng Gui, who had always played the role of his protector. After a moment’s thought, he instructed him to conceal himself in the void.

Under the piercing gaze of the Peak Master of the Misty Peak, whose eyes were red with fury, the black-and-white disciples struggled under the immense pressure. They nearly had to draw their flying swords just to remain standing beneath their master’s overwhelming presence.