Chapter 61: Merlin Saves the Master

The rumble of the prison cart rolling over the bluestone pavement slowly faded away.

The vermilion gates of the Prince Jin’s Mansion stood grimly wide open in the gathering dusk.

Wen Shizhi dismounted in a fluid motion, his armor scales scraping against the Azure Dragon seal at his waist with a faint metallic friction.

How many times had he passed through the gates of Prince Jin’s Mansion?

Yet this time, he was wearing Yu Chi's face.

"Get down!"

Xia Qiqi was shoved across the threshold by a black-armored guard, the ropes around her wrists... while Xiao Ai's sharp teeth...

"Aren't you trying to get me to help you deal with Shuo? Isn't that what this is about? Or could it be that you want..." He narrowed his eyes dangerously, a wicked, playful smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

Using Sister Rou'er as a hostage to threaten him—Regeld's actions had utterly and completely enraged his brother. Though his brother said nothing of his anger, the bulging veins on his temples revealed that he was currently in the grip of a towering rage.

Everyone clinked their glasses, shouting "Cheers!" in unison, and then drained their drinks in a single gulp.

After finishing their ramen, they walked toward the cinema. When they arrived, many of their classmates had already gathered. They entered the screening hall and took their seats in the section designated for their class; shortly afterward, the movie began to play.

"Five hundred yuan—that's the price. For a Republic-era imitation, it is already quite high," Yan Le said.

Xu Huinan set the apple and fruit knife aside, then walked over to sit on the edge of Aoxue's bed and suddenly reached out to embrace her. Aoxue was startled. She could feel Xu Huinan trembling, and her heart gave an inexplicable jolt. Suddenly realizing the fear gripping this man, she reached out and returned his embrace.

Only two people were inside the Mercedes 506. The person who stepped out was an elderly man of around sixty, accompanied by a young driver remaining in the vehicle.

"Do you mind acting normally? You're making me feel guilty. Spit it out, what is it?" Rin asked, holding her chopsticks. In truth, she already had an inkling, yet she feigned a look of absolute bewilderment.

Surrounding them were instrument panels displaying various metrics, including blood pressure, brainwave frequencies, heart rates, and more. From time to time, personnel in white lab coats walked past, recording the fluctuations in their vital data.

There seemed to be something else as well—an inexplicable hollow sound, resembling the howling and swirling of the wind, or perhaps someone rhythmically knocking on a door, growing louder and more frequent, ultimately breaking her meditation.

Jiang Wanning stomped angrily to the front, opened the car door, climbed inside, and slammed it shut with a resounding bang that left the driver too terrified to utter a sound.

Just as he was caught in this momentary daze, a sudden twist of fate occurred. The next second, he saw Lin Jiaojiao kick open the carriage door and leap out, while Lin Yanrong collapsed in agony onto the carriage floor, clutching his stomach, his hand tightly gripping a blood-stained dagger.

"This..." The shaman felt a flicker of temptation. Su Zhan's appearance had been the subject of countless speculations in his mind; to say he harbored no doubts whatsoever would be a lie. The only reason he had thrown his full support behind Su Zhan was out of trust for the old chieftain. Yet Gui Da claimed to possess evidence, a revelation that severely shook his resolve.

Before Mu Lie could finish speaking, he felt a weight settle onto his shoulder as Han Jiaxin leaned against him.

By the time Xu Lingling's body had warmed up and the water had cooled down somewhat, he stood up and reached for a bath towel. After lifting her out of the bath, in the blink of an eye, a clean, comfortable towel was wrapped securely around her.

Angie's mother left a two-inch scar on my forehead, extending from my temple down toward the side of my face. My bangs could barely manage to cover it.

After all, as long as there is light in the world, there is shadow. The sun could never illuminate every corner of the earth in a single day, let alone cleanse the great dyeing vat of society.

With a single breath, the Martial Sovereign transformed into a three-meter-tall giant. His muscles swelled multiple times over, and his massive hands grew nearly a meter long. Veins and sinews twisted and writhed beneath his skin like giant serpents slithering beneath the flesh.