Chapter 63: Hanging by a Thread

Ye Cheng was utterly stunned, unable to react at all. He never expected these two wretched servants would dare lay hands on him.

The two seized him, one on each side, pinning his arms and locking his hands.

Ye Cheng roared angrily, “What are you two trying to do?”

“Heh, naturally, we’re here to kill you, Lord Ye.”

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Cheng Donglin was shocked, and just as he was about to intervene, Xiao Mutian had already thrust a short sword into his own throat. Blood sprayed forth, splattering five paces.

He had suffered prejudice and disdain more times than he could count... He was especially grateful for the HIV pretext; without it, it would have been hard for him to see how many people around him were full of false affection.

“Rich soil is the essence of earth hidden deep underground for thousands of years, containing the purest force of earth. And Aqi and the others cultivate this force, so they fear this most,” Xiao Huanyun said with a frown.

Was the Crown Princess trying to joke with her? But this joke seemed far too much, didn’t it?

Qin Wujie didn’t believe it, yet felt that Wei Fusheng had glimpsed the will of heaven, as if everything was under his control.

He was delighted that Yao Xi would confide in him and even discuss things with him; he was truly happy.

But looking again at Meng Xianya’s expression, it was clear she wasn’t joking at all. The crowd couldn’t help but speculate. Meng Xianya was a concubine; when Xia Mengning entered the prince’s mansion, she would be the Crown Princess. If she were to be trained early, it should be by the Princess Consort, but the Princess Consort’s attitude just now clearly showed she liked Xia Mengning.

“It’s nothing!” Hui grabbed Xuan Junyao’s wrist, Meng Niang gently shook her head, hoping she would say nothing.

Sensing Xia Shiming’s probing gaze, Luoyu sighed softly, offering no explanation, calmly waiting for rescue.

Looking at Bao Kui Kui, he too wore a look of defeat, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, pointing at the two and berating them for wasting such a good opportunity to talk privately.

Soon, Ye Yanqing had already pinned Wu Meiniang beneath him. Just as he was about to continue, Wu Meiniang suddenly exhaled a pink cloud of gas.

“Hmph, a low-ranked tracking talisman—you thought I wouldn’t notice? I’m just waiting for them to come,” Ye Yanqing said disdainfully.

His voice was pleasing, possessing a magnetic charm hard to describe. The moment he spoke, he drew the attention of those around him.

Keigo Atobe stood with hands in his pockets, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye seeming to add to his allure, giving him more of a kingly presence.

He was another Song Wuxia—the one who had possessed... the glory that had already died.

So the two of us went to my house together; but back then, my happiness wasn’t from having the doll with me, but from having plenty of mango cheesecake and my favorite snacks.

“No choice now; you can’t back out, so you’ll have to go for it. A man ought to fight for the flashy things he’s done, right?” Feilong mimicked Ye Yanqing’s tone with a teasing smirk.

“King of the Underworld, when will the battle you agreed upon with Elder Mingfeng take place? Uncle Ouyang and I have promised to help, but we cannot stay here too long. Please, King of the Underworld, tell us the date. If it’s days away, we’ll take our leave now and return to assist when the battle begins,” Han Bing said.

Wu Ji leapt nimbly, his tall figure vanishing into the pitch-black night where even an outstretched hand could see nothing.

“Trying to leave?” Zhao Wuhen reached out, his hand like a flaming dragon’s claw, burning fiercely as it grabbed toward Sheng Luoye. The blow was powerful and domineering, threatening to tear the very sky.

“My parents can’t support me, my education isn’t high, and I wander alone in the city searching for my future.

Feng Jingshan and the old man exchanged an awkward glance, both showing a hint of displeasure in their eyes, though neither spoke out.