Chapter 147: Scraped Skin
Tang Yu readily replied, "I am the Son of Heaven, and my word is absolute."
Lady Cai experienced a whirlpool of mixed emotions upon hearing this.
Being in the prime of her youth, she naturally did not want to die. Yet, finding herself held hostage by her own husband only to be rescued by another man felt utterly absurd.
Su Feibai looked at Su Li and cried out, "My fa..."
The words of the imperial guards left Jiuhuang dumbfounded. She had never imagined that the men meticulously chosen by the Emperor to guard the palace gates could be such eloquent tricksters capable of turning black into white and shifting the blame.
To sever one's own arm—that was a choice he flatly rejected in his heart. He knew very well that even if he did so, Wang Dan would not let them go. It was not because their standing in Xue Yun's eyes was insignificant, but rather that once his strength was severely impaired, he would pose no threat whatsoever to Xue Yun and would instead plunge into an extremely perilous situation.
Ancient ruins were rare, but they certainly existed. For one, the Primordial Energy Array within the Creation Sect was established upon a ruined ancient site, and even the architectural blueprint of the array had been unearthed through archaeological excavation.
No matter which angle one looked at—posture, demeanor, or attire—Xia Han was flawless today.
Realizing his first strike had missed, a fleeting look of regret crossed Xue Yun's eyes. Without stopping, he stomped forward fiercely and leaped high into the air. The five-to-six-meter-high ceiling allowed him the flexibility to unleash his combat prowess, and he slashed down with his saber toward the still-shaken Shi Fei.
The first ray of morning light pierced through the window glass into the construction and engineering office. Wang Peng, who had slept slumped over his desk all night, was awakened by the blinding glare. He raised a hand in a sleepy daze to block the sunlight, and the soreness throughout his body caused by his poor sleeping posture instantly snapped him back to full consciousness. As he looked at the telephone receiver still clutched in his hand, he couldn't help but chuckle dryly.
What state had he just been in? Leaving aside his profuse sweating, was his smile humble or obsequious? Where had his hands been placed? He hadn't been acting unceremoniously like before, with his index fingers hooked into the front pockets of his jeans and his thumbs hooked into the back pockets, had he?
A chatterbox is a chatterbox anywhere he goes, and Li Nan had no desire to continue exchanging such empty banter. He immediately put on a stern face and pressed forward.
Shouldn't one consider issues comprehensively, especially regarding major life milestones like further education, career choices, and marriage? Yet, destiny comes first, luck second, and feng shui third; perhaps one should just let nature take its course, and at a critical juncture, employ reverse thinking?
Li Nan shifted his gaze and saw a thoroughly drenched middle-aged man half-sitting on the ground with an expression of utter grief. On the man's feet were a pair of designer leather shoes, which precisely matched the imprint left on the piece of concrete from just a moment ago.
Sui Yiyi wore a look of helplessness. She had just taken the initiative to petition the Emperor to be sent to the frontier, only to have her own father forbid her from going.
In the live broadcast room, apart from Cheng Wanyue's fans and Fu Zhaoyan's anti-fans, a large number of Fu Zhaoyan's own fans had now poured in.
Opening a large private room, Meng Yiran and Zhu Zhuqing sat down beside Zhao Di, while Ning Rongrong sat next to Zhu Zhuqing. Everyone took their seats, in an arrangement much like the last time.
At this moment, the people from the Canghui Academy seemed to have finished discussing among themselves, and one of the male students slowly walked over.
His head was also spinning, and he couldn't tell whether it was from hunger, thirst, or oxygen deprivation. The burning of this fire cage made him feel increasingly hot.
As expected, the panicked students were all crowding together at the main entrance of the dormitory building, and there was not a single person in charge here.
After finishing her work at the shop, Sui Yiyi returned to her courtyard. Feeling a soreness in her shoulders, she walked through the gates while massaging them, ready to get a good night's rest.
Lan Baobao was locked up alone in a cell, while several maids were confined in the neighboring cells, with Qiao'er among them.
At that moment, she almost lost control and smashed the table to pieces. Fortunately, she managed to restrain herself in the end, merely pressing a hand to her forehead and letting out a long, helpless sigh.
"Quiet down," Chen Xiongtian signaled for the surrounding people to quieten down. His words carried great weight, and the room instantly grew silent as everyone turned to look at him.