Chapter 30: Fifty for a Portrait

Immediately, the palms of both parties collided with a solid impact, producing a crisp, sharp sound.

The group descended the mountain and took a car back to the city. After all the commotion, by the time the police car returned to the Hall of Senluo, it was already afternoon in the underworld. Huang Jian and I bid farewell to the two underworld guards, preparing to head back by train.

One could not blame Lin Qiang for this; she could see that he had done his best. Who could have known that Tang Ze was such a monster?

The Crown Prince wanted to take the Nineteenth Princess away, but he did not know that the Mermaid tribe could not remain on land for long.

After tidying up, Li Fengzhu picked up her sunglasses, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtain. She stood there, gazing down at the street for a while, then quietly closed her eyes. Scenes flickered through her mind as if she were anticipating something.

For those players who spent long periods watching from the sidelines, their presence still contributed to the brand’s overall recognition and visibility.

Could it be... could it be that, because I have only just ascended to the realm of the Divine, my control over my own power has yet to reach the point where I can wield it at will, resulting in my inability to unleash the true strength of my palm technique?

"Dad, if you were the richest man in the world, then I’d be the son of the richest man! Haha!" Ye Feng didn’t take it seriously, assuming his father was just tired from work and joking with him.

Captain Nathan roared in anger. To be honest, he was thoroughly incensed by He Qi’s arrogant and reckless remarks.

Looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky, he remembered how he used to be just like this, searching one by one to see which star shone the brightest.

"That’s good. Now that you’ve just recovered from a major illness, you should get some proper exercise," Mu Xian looked at the young man and said with a smile.

Countless thoughts flickered through Lu Mengxiao’s mind. In her drowsy state, lost in her own wandering imagination, she finally lost all consciousness and ceased to think.

Suddenly! He saw a dark shadow outside the Wang family residence, as if a large group of people had gathered there. This discovery made Wang San rub his groggy eyes hard, straining to look toward the dark mass.

I frowned as I looked at the bone-chilling remains all around. These must be the remains from the very bottom, discarded randomly, with bodies stacked layer upon layer until the pit of ten thousand was filled, then covered with soil. That is why there is so little earth beneath the lowest level.

Qin Lang also spotted the assassin at this moment. He shivered all over, unable to stop himself from cursing, "Damn it, it’s an assassin! Who on earth have I offended, Qin Lang?"

The First Prince lived a reclusive life, and everyone knew little about him, so the Second Prince naturally became the only logical choice.

"It was precisely because King Mu of Zhou discovered the secret of the Nine Tripods that he launched a western expedition to Kunlun. This history is all recorded in the Biography of King Mu, Son of Heaven," Ye Zhiqiu explained.

I saw Liang Yingshi push aside the firewood in front of him and walk up to a wall. He fumbled along the surface, then pressed hard on a specific spot. Instantly, a square crack appeared at that point—it looked just like the shape of an earthen brick.

"Don't worry, I have a way," Ouyang Qian said, ducking into one of the shops without looking back.

As I thought this, the talisman on my forehead kept rustling, leaving me feeling agitated. Moreover, every time the talisman made a sound, I seemed to hear a message from the depths of my heart, telling me that this line of thought was wrong.

After I woke up, I found Wang Dazhuang sitting blankly beside me. His vacant expression gave me a shock.

"It’s fine, tomorrow is best. If they don’t have time tomorrow, I can wait," Tan Xingyun replied.

She watched helplessly as he rushed into the princess’s room. Before the door had even closed, she saw him embracing Her Highness the Princess tightly.

The man glanced at the pile of white powder that looked like poison, reached out, took it all into his mouth, and washed it down with a couple of gulps of mineral water handed to him by Qiao Nianxi.

Qin Jinmo awoke from a dazed stupor and looked around. A brilliant red met his eyes, burning like fire, and he lay upon embroidered silk quilts. Magnificent gauze curtains hung from the sides of the bed.

As soon as Consort Xi spoke, Yun Chu was startled. She nodded; such matters could not be hidden.

"Don’t try to act familiar with me. I am so famous; who knows if I am perfectly normal? I just want to ask, who are you? The Shadow Emperor? I just finished off one Shadow Emperor, and now another one pops up. Are you brothers? What are you here for?" Monkey did not lower his guard despite the Shadow Emperor’s attempts at familiarity.

It felt as if I had lost the ability to think; although I could see everything clearly, I had lost all judgment, and even my instinctive consciousness had ceased to exist.

"Xu Shuo," I stared at her, trying to discern from her expression whether she understood her own feelings toward him.

"I will handle this matter. You first see to the tasks I have ordered. I will make arrangements regarding the Heavenly Wolf Gang; there is no need for you to worry about it for now," Li Er instructed.

"Ping'an, I am also curious. Could you tell me now why you did not announce the results to the people? If you had, we wouldn't be so curious," Changsun Wuji asked.

However, at that very moment, Chu Ming, who had kept his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them.

"Beat him to death for me! Just leave him with one breath. Whoever hits the hardest gets a million from me," Qiu Hua had already sentenced Shen Feng to death, barking orders at his bodyguards.

Wang Ping'an could tell from the laughter that one of the voices came from behind the wall. He was now even more certain that Li Er was in the Crown Prince's mansion, watching his performance.

Shen Feng paused where he stood, stunned for a moment. He looked at his own body with curiosity and felt a wave of horror in his heart. He didn't know how it happened, but he realized his body had turned a ghastly white, just like the white phantom he had seen earlier.

But then came a fierce kick. Tsukiyama failed to dodge this time; he had been busy reminiscing and trying to look cool, forgetting that Touka and Kaneki were not on the same level as him.