Chapter 157: A Sudden Confession

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Wei Qu nodded and said nothing more. After finishing their meal, the two spread thick quilts on the ground and lay down together to rest.

Considering the low temperature and the vast underground space which made keeping warm rather difficult, they had discussed it and decided to sleep together for warmth.

Although it was a measure born of necessity and completely normal under the circumstances, both of them still felt a bit awkward.

Lin Buwan looked up at the pitted yellow mud ceiling, her thoughts drifting far away as she lost herself in contemplation.

Upon learning the reason behind the Empress Dowager's fury, Yuan Zhixun's reaction was even stranger. His expression relaxed and a faint smile even touched his lips, leaving one utterly baffled. Yet the moment that smile faded from his face, it was immediately followed by a terrifying and violent storm.

Moreover, for the martial artists present, their perception could easily cover hundreds of television screens, granting them direct and thorough mastery over the status of every single one of them.

Yu Zinuo now understood how agonizing it felt when every single gaze pierced through you like a knife; even if she imagined all of those looks as expressions of admiration, she still could not quell the turmoil in her heart.

Seeing Gu Hong's expression, Lin Shan could not help but laugh heartily, though he knew full well that this fellow was just as much of a wine enthusiast, and monkey wine was undoubtedly his greatest weakness.

Seeing her approach, Qin Mo hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette. Before he could finish his sequence of actions, An Yining lunged forward into his chest, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist.

Pulling their luggage, the two walked along the street one after the other. Zhang Limei was also pondering this matter, but her mind was not quite sharp enough to come up with any answers.

With a crisp snap, Yuan Zhize drew a checkmark over Chunyu's name in the household register and slammed it shut, the expression on his face growing increasingly grave.

"Right away, honored guest, please go right on up." The transaction successfully completed, the innkeeper beamed with a radiant smile and hastily called a waiter to lead the two upstairs.

Furthermore, her face was flushed crimson at the end, and her eyes shimmered with a seductive, misty allure, as though she were beholding some ethereal illusion.

However, the "fair-faced one" and the "tall and thin one" were clearly old acquaintances who knew each other inside out, rather than recent companions.

The three of them led by Yang Di naturally would not sit back and await their doom. Facing the threat descending from the air, Yang Di brandished his sword fiercely, unleashing brilliant streams of sword Qi at the precise psychological moment.

Wang Feng turned his gaze toward the combat arena, for the final match had already begun. The first to step onto the stage was Li Ruohai. Pity his opponent, Zhang Tie, who failed to block even a single blow before being blasted off the stage.

"Who are you? State your name at once, for this old man does not slay nameless figures." Liu Taishan roared in fury, gazing up at the heavens like a madman.

If any top-tier family truly fell into crisis and there was no hope of saving them, people would readily choose to kick them while they were down.

In contrast, the blue side was far more normal. With the assistance of his teammates, the Blind Monk took the red buff, the Crocodile returned to his lane in the top tier, and Zed headed back to the mid lane. At this moment, no one could have anticipated that a tremendously bloody match was only just beginning.

Upon arriving at the palace gates, Karle could not help but freeze in surprise. The guards at the city gates were actually soldiers of the Beastman Empire. Had the Beastman Empire not already withdrawn its troops from the Holy Capital? Could there still be some remaining garrison forces left behind?

Dozens upon dozens of warships of various types hoisted flags fluttering in the wind as the carrier strike group advanced at full speed, heading straight for the Java Sea.

Ling Yun suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as some nameless grievance stirred within him, pressing down with a suffocating heaviness.

Yi Zhengqi smiled, then suddenly turned his gaze toward Mu Zhiqing. He saw her pair of beautiful eyes moving with charming radiance, a delicate and refined nose, cheeks flushed with a faint rosy hue, lips like glistening cherries, and a flawless, snow-white complexion as pure and translucent as jade. Her skin possessed an exquisite beauty akin to fine suet, and her tall, slender figure exuded an indescribable and mesmerizing allure.

"How did they die?" Ryan was also terribly curious as to what kind of formidable power could have caused so many deities to perish here.

Lin Yi's master, Lin Zhengyang, had once planned to travel to the Western Extreme Holy Continent in search of immortal affinity, but because the Western Region served as such a chaotic buffer zone that passage was nearly impossible, he ultimately returned empty-handed without achieving anything.