Chapter 49: The True and False Heiresses 49

At these words, the pupils of Mu Jinnian, Bai Jinwei, and the others dilated in shock.
They spoke in unison: "No."
"Why not? This is the best outcome."
Huaiying continued, her tone carrying a hint of bewitchment.
"Do you really want everyone to be buried with me? Do you want to see a purgatory on earth?"
Mu Jinnian clenched his teeth, his expression resolute.
"In this world, I only care about you; what happens to anyone else has nothing to do with me. I will—"

What was even rarer was that the person was actually wearing straw sandals. What was even more unusual was that, until just now, those straw sandals had not made the slightest sound.

The three of them sat down at the round table in the southeast corner of the Wind and Moon Hall. Madam Rou maintained a certain distance as she sat opposite the Dragon Eagle, while Hua Qiaoniang regarded Madam Rou as one of her own and sat beside her, creating a distinct sense of separation.

The research into computer-generated imagery (CGI) special effects at Baolong Company initially centered around core personnel poached from Industrial Light & Magic, supplemented by a large number of Chinese technical staff acting as assistants.

Amidst the raging ocean of lightning, Berthias stretched his body. Having just descended, he was still somewhat unaccustomed to using this form—primarily because the fixed consciousness inherent to his human aspect restrained a portion of his abilities, though that was the necessary price for a descent.

Back then, the two were not yet enemies; both were still in the midst of exploring the world. Above the rippling waves of the vast sea, amidst the seven-colored rainbows, the two phantasmal entities representing different fundamental laws had once shared a period of flying together through the skies.

Ryoko Yakushiji suddenly broke into a playful smile, then pulled out a mobile phone.

In this era, every single one of them was a behemoth with overwhelmingly vast networks of influence. The aristocratic clans and powerful gentry constituted the mainstream power of this era.

Lu Bu recalled the catastrophe of Chang'an after Dong Zhuo's death in that lifetime. Since Chang'an had been littered with corpses and even Dong Zhuo's mother had died under Huangfu Song's blade, Dong Bai would likely have found it hard to escape a similar fate.

"I'm from Zhejiang too!" Yin Weijun offered by way of explanation. Fang Jianxiong nodded, opened the envelope, and began to read the letter.

"How about coming to my place?" Amidst the somewhat perplexed Meifei, Yusha appeared, extending a warm invitation for Meifei to visit her large estate.

Just this once, Director Lin had pulled strings to get the door opened for us. Afterward, he even got reprimanded because of my situation, though Director Lin simply said it was no big deal. I felt terribly guilty about it.

Guo Shu was still around, staying in the courtyard right next door. Jiang Guangkang called him up and waited with Zhou Lai at the entrance of the courtyard.

There was no psychological burden in spending ill-gotten gains. Besides, cultivation was what he cared about most right now. Even if he had to spend a bit more, he was willing to accept it.

Xu Wen did not speak, but her furrowed brow and pale complexion revealed her current discomfort.

He sat there for a while without paying attention to the passage of time. When he finally finished his work and opened the door, Mo Jue was already standing at the threshold holding a tray of food. Shentu Haolong had originally intended to go to the dining room to provoke them a bit more, but upon seeing Mo Jue's expression, he thought better of it and retreated crestfallen.

Yan You felt he was simply incomprehensible, and his unreasonable behavior was truly frightening. Resentfully, she scooted to the side, turning her head to look out the window, unwilling to pay him any mind.

Mu Qian asked Wild Wolf for a cigarette; he had been out of touch with people and affairs from this side for a long time. Hearing Wild Wolf put it this way, he found it somewhat difficult to accept. After all, having stayed in a safe and peaceful place for too long, a person's capacity for acceptance tends to decline.

He did not want to listen any further to her continuous repetition of wanting to leave him, so he lowered his head and directly sealed her lips with a kiss.

Earlier in the dense mist, Hua Jiejing had caught a distant glimpse of a level-fifty horseshoe blood-crab. On a whim, Hua Jiejing went to hunt it down. However, the result was far from optimistic. That horseshoe blood-crab possessed super-high intelligence; not only could it create its own opportunities, but it could also command ordinary dark magical beasts to attack Hua Jiejing.

No matter what one had gone through, or what kind of thoughts one harbored, none of that mattered when facing the life of a child.