Chapter 106: The Unpredictability of Fate

She was too lazy to waste words and stepped out of the great hall. Summoning a flying sword, she raised her hand to form a gesture: "Let’s go—early departure, early return."

Ye Cangming glanced at her with disdain. "Put away your lousy sword. By the time you lazily fly to the Western Regions, the day will be long over."

With that, he turned to look outside the hall. "Demon Heart, aren’t you coming out already?"

No sooner had the words fallen than a massive flying demon chariot thundered down onto the courtyard before the great hall, dark demonic energy billowing around it.

Regarding the matter of killing Consort Ya, everyone was visibly taken aback when Xiao Chang mentioned it. Because the ancient clan member who had come to kill Xiao Chang was slain on the spot, no one really knew about Consort Ya’s death—only that Xiao Chang and his companions had suddenly disappeared at the time, vanishing without a trace.

Each of these events formed a tapestry of life-and-death experiences that allowed Yun Fang to see clearly the character of Gui 'Hua.' Naturally, she believed Gui 'Hua’s' words, and there was no reason for Gui 'Hua' to deceive her about Rou’er.

Before her was a white ceiling and a cold chandelier—an eerily familiar sight, unmistakably the long-unseen room of Zhang Pingze.

The shattering of ice fragments echoed as the frozen insectoid, its head severed by a single strike, crashed downward, toppling many insectoids yet to ascend.

After the World Cup ended, major clubs scrambled to acquire Yang Luo. However, Yang Luo, seemingly loyal to the Chinese team, showed little interest in other clubs. It turned out Zhongneng had long signed a transfer agreement with Real Madrid, and by now Yang Luo was already beside Zidane.

That morning, those with time gathered around the breakfast table, eating a simple meal of rice, kelp soup, and some kimchi.

This marked the second time Nana had seen Yang Luo since the friendly match between Santander and the Chinese team. Though the interval was short, to Nana it felt longer than a millennium.

“Do you enjoy lying on the yacht deck in a bikini, feeling the sea breeze?” Yang Mo raised an eyebrow, teasing.

If he let others think he had found the mission target, they would be wary of him and dare not approach.

Moreover, according to the examination results, the fracture healed entirely through self-recovery, with no medical intervention at all.

The griffin shook its massive feathered head twice before turning to look at Leon.

Originally, Old Zhang planned to wait until 2008, cashing out after Sohu’s stock price soared, before buying a 20-meter Saint Sea luxury yacht.

“Ha ha ha!” Laughter came through the mist—it was Hong Fan, who, like a sealed tomb, had roamed the fields and grasped the situation.

Uncertain of the local customs, going alone into the village with this powerful dwarven steel longsword for protection seemed the safest choice.

Han Xin was revered in his era and by posterity for his extraordinary military command.

Chen Yuan grew genuinely angry, no longer addressing his opponent by name. Pei Yanmo suppressed her own anger, thinking to accept defeat silently, until Chen Yuan uttered a crucial phrase.

Upon hearing this, Chief Feng couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter, his eyes brimming with scorn.

Every time Zhu Yue thought of these things, her heart ached as if pierced by knives. She immediately pulled Hong Fu aside and recounted Xiao Jingzheng’s dietary restrictions.

Leon rose, spear in both hands, entering a state of alertness. The cloth-wrapped left hand dulled its pain amid the survival crisis.

“There’s been no progress, only that twelve years ago, Xue Feifei’s first patron was Nangong Shuo. From then on, Xue Feifei’s name spread across the martial world! Rumor has it, he and Mother Consort were once connected,” Mo Ling relayed what he had discovered—nothing of real value.

Suddenly, a man sat down beside her. Murong Xue suspected he was one of those lecherous men who had set their sights on her again.

Jiang Longtu and Xin Longtu, overwhelmed by the imperial army’s heavy siege, fought until utterly exhausted and died amidst the throng. Yun Zhonghe dueled Wei Longtu alone, and the two withdrew from the battlefield to settle their rivalry at Demon Man Beach.