Chapter 56: Killing Ye Chen

"Good, you’ve come!"
Wang Hai’s face twisted with ferocity as he gritted his teeth hard, fists clenched tightly. He had been a dying man—had it not been for Master Zhou, the retainer by his side, who arrived just in time, his body would have already exploded from within, killing him outright!
Master Zhou had told him that everything, starting from his illness, was all Ye Chen’s doing. Even...
On the way, Xiao Qing had already set her course of action in Xichu. She was determined to become the Crown Prince’s greatest ally and, whether in the open or in secret, to make herself the most troublesome thorn in the Regent’s side.
"Qiao Shan, are you there? Why aren’t you answering my calls?" Ye Cheng’s pleasant voice came through the phone.
Crafting talismans was his innate skill, but his success rate was pitifully low, so the number of charms he possessed could be counted on one hand.
Even Lian Tian’s frown deepened; now, even he was unsure whether this was the right thing to do.
Lu Yu shook his head, took out the portable medical kit he always carried, and found inside some medicine for healing wounds.
The man whose pistol had been kicked away instantly sensed trouble—his companion had not appeared, or perhaps would never come out; he could wait no longer.
I don’t understand why she’s like this, or perhaps she’s always been this way. Was everything before just an act? How could her performance be so convincing?
Su Liuyu gazed on calmly, feeling as if she were a delicate, elegant painting—simple yet not lacking innocence. He, too, began to smile, unaware that the warmth in his eyes was stirred by her smile, making this lonely place seem a little less empty.
Tian Ling glanced at Sam, took a deep breath, and dropped to his knees on the cushion before the altar with a thud.
The next moment, a figure slowly emerged from the mist—features refined, cold and aloof, as if moonlit frost drifted down from the heavens.
"What the heck—" Long Chen had just spoken, but the protective barrier of the spirit jade had already reached him. With a loud boom, Long Chen collided with the barrier and was flung far away, vanishing like a shooting star.
Damn it—they’d spent five million on an advertisement, which had generated over a hundred million in sales.
Everyone else offered their opinions as well, but in the end, they could only utter six words.
By this time, Ino had already walked up to Light Yagami, but before she could speak, Light reached out, pulled her into his arms, and then...
"The real reason the Electric Eel Monster is so powerful isn’t just because I enhanced it with the Purple Night Divine Thunder—it also has its own merits," Long Chen thought to himself.
Taking advantage of the good mood, Wei Quan toasted each of us in turn, saying many heartfelt words. Sun Zhe finally let go of his hostility toward Wei Quan, and the two actually started chatting and laughing, calling each other "brother" as if they’d known each other for years—it almost seemed real.
"Roar!" A frenzied crocodile lunged at Long Chen and his group, jaws wide and bloodstained. There was no doubt—if those jaws, capable of biting through a car, closed on them, disaster would be inevitable! But Long Chen was no ordinary man; he was a cultivator who had reached the pinnacle of ascension.
The Golden Dragon was Long Tian, hailed from birth as the most precious prince of the dragon race, and the Black Dragon was his brother. Yet luck had not favored the latter—his scales were black. Though both were true nine-clawed golden dragons, the difference in meaning was vast.
Her wedding dress became a sensation among foreign media, and their marriage became a legendary tale in entertainment circles, staying atop trending searches for an entire week before finally dropping off.
"Oh, so you’re going to keep pretending with me, are you? Let me just ask you—will you or not?" He Ting marched up and shoved my shoulder. I let out a startled yelp.
"Have a drink—what’s with you lately?" Yan Yun said offhandedly. Even though the food here was better than in AX City, in just over half a month, Martin had already lost more weight. Yan Yun thought that if he didn’t ask soon, the guy might just slip into depression and die.