Chapter 85: Come Closer Again

What?
What does that mean?
Could it be that she has feelings for me?
However, Ye Cheng remembered that Su Yun’s father was Li Chengye, and a chill ran down his spine.
Li Chengye, the god of slaughter, his strength is truly extraordinary, and who knows how many lives his hands are stained with; he’s not someone I can provoke.
Su Yun’s fair cheeks were tinged with blush, and she dared not lift her gaze to look at Ye Cheng.
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Speaking of which, these two words resound with grandeur, befitting the temperament of an emperor, and they truly please his heart.
Chu Huaijin understood Kapok well enough to worry that she might feel suffocated and exhausted sitting in the bridal sedan, so he ordered them to return directly to the mansion.
No matter how excessive the constables’ behavior, those unwilling to rebel could only endure it, for being accused of treason meant the extermination of nine generations.
Wen Jiu’er saw her guess was correct; as long as someone appeared where the stone man emerged, the stone man would inevitably return.

Ever since this fellow’s mind returned to normal, he has found excuses every day to sneak into the imperial kitchen for a bite.
Every arbitrator has the authority to judge an individual universe, and the only preparation required before doing so is simply “filing a report.”
Fang Song looked at the mech’s panel, continuing to observe the images transmitted by the auxiliary mechanical bees, monitoring Wei Jin and the others, as well as the current situation with the black-gold rampaging crocodile.
Given this, Dongfang Shu was not a moment too late to inform Wusu and the Yueshi of the news; in fact, it was most timely.
The razor-sharp claws transformed into three dark streaks, attacking Fang Song’s right side, while the blood-dragon wolf beast charged to the left.
Xu Xian went to the palace seeking Chu Huizong, speaking of his journey to Yunzhou to penetrate deep into Liao territory and prepare for the recovery of the sixteen prefectures of Yan and Yun for Great Chu.
The demonic cultists were scattered across the land, and whenever the Demon Lord traveled, word spread within the cult, and those along the route prepared meticulously, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.
Yet—there was nothing at all in the room; if not for the sound of breathing within, Ye Jiuli might have thought it was empty.
Compared to before, she had lost some weight, but her spirits seemed well, and her makeup appeared more refined than in the past.
Tom asked calmly. Prince Mo admired Tom precisely for his composure, unshaken even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. That’s why he broke tradition and appointed Tom, a commoner who barely knew a handful of characters, as a commander.
But all of this seemed especially ironic in Qin Huaiyang’s eyes; his gaze was bloodshot, jealousy flooding his chest.

Beside them, Liu the Stammerer flushed anxiously; he kept tugging at Sister Walnut.
At present, not only had he not recovered from his wounds, even at his peak he would not be a match for Xiao Zhantian, who had long since surpassed the Imperial Origin Realm.
“Where did you go? Why did you leave without a word again?” Xu Qianqian was somewhat displeased—perhaps if Han Yuanjun hadn’t left, so much wouldn’t have happened; now that he’s returned, what use is it?
Moreover, Shen Fengyin’s fans kept commenting below, saying they looked forward to the drama’s airing and would watch it regardless of the plot.
“Impossible!” This Chen Feng was the true culprit, and it was Chen Feng who took the lead in returning kindness with resentment.
“Good brother, though you’re only in the Profound Domain Realm, your combat power is formidable. But after watching several of your fights, I’ve noticed your understanding of domains is shallow; most of the time you don’t use your domain to strengthen yourself, but instead choose to weaken your enemies?” Fire Princess asked absentmindedly.
Dongfang Ye’s lips curved faintly, suppressing the scorn and contempt in his heart; when he looked up again, the hidden tumult had already faded.
When Xia Zhihan awoke once more, it was already the evening of the second day. Opening her eyes, she saw Liu Shihan, clad in white, sitting at her bedside, fiddling with something in her hands.