32. Zombie Experience Card 32

Luo Ge and Ye Shaoxuan both pushed their speed to the limit. Due to the disparity in their cultivation, Ye Shaoxuan was left some distance behind, yet he managed to barely keep up.

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving. Figure out how to clear up those rumors in the company yourself." Qian Qiyue turned to go, but was caught off guard when Yang Jiahua lunged at her in a bear hug from behind.

However, no one would ever bring out treasures like the Supreme Elixir or the Celestial Infant Pill; one only had to look at the value of ten grams of Celestial Infant Fruit to understand why.

Nie Wanluo was fuming; if looks could kill, Qin Zixiao, sitting in the chair, would have been shredded into a thousand pieces by now.

Taking the opportunity, Nie Wanluo called He Weiran, subtly prodding to find out that she was on a shopping spree, while her parents were at home preparing a feast because He Weiliang was returning that afternoon.

The shattering of the flower boat shook the entire Heavenly Martial Holy City. The first to arrive was the Prince of the Clan King’s Manor; one could only imagine he had learned that both his father and son had perished here. It was truly difficult to capture the expression on his face at that moment.

Having not seen him for six days, she felt as if six centuries had passed. All the claims that she would forget him had become lies; she only wanted to see him.

Wei Yefeng had no choice but to compromise; he took off his coat, draped it over her, and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

My heart could not help but ache, and I was reminded of my status as a fake prince consort. At this moment, I truly wished she were a princess—a real princess.

However, before You Meng could say anything, the onlookers who had been watching the spectacle suddenly turned their hostility toward her. One by one, they began to criticize and openly express their contempt. This scene left not only You Meng but even the members of those two great guilds trembling with rage.

She had never been such an irrational person. Could something be wrong for her to have such an outburst?

Yun Lang was surprised, and the smile on his face deepened. He leaned in toward Yun Konglan, staring into her eyes, "Mother, you don't have feelings for him, do you?" If not, why would you react this way?

"Brother Lan, what do we do? Are we going to die here?" Watching the black skeleton warriors continuously attacking, Shi Haochen’s face turned even paler.

When Bai Zhi opened her eyes, she saw two fluffy black and white balls with their backs to her, their bottoms pressed together, muttering in the melodic cadence of a wandering bard.

Sigh—that would have been the end of it, but the direct line of the Su family produced only sons. Such a treasure would be pampered and protected by anyone, and choosing a husband naturally became the Su family's top priority. Regardless of who the next master of Huaizuo Manor would be, with Su Linglu's intelligence, she would undoubtedly become a pillar of the clan, destined to support the future of the Su family.

Even if he investigated these people thoroughly, the farmers could be bribed, and those who had just joined his ranks could be made to serve them. Therefore, it was fundamentally impossible to root out this matter entirely. However, You Meng could not let this stop her; she had other ways to deal with it.

But this Jin Yanhao was truly formidable. Yun Konglan and Bai Yu had suffered many losses at his hands; he was especially lethal toward Bai Yu, with every move aimed at killing, while he showed restraint toward Yun Konglan.

"Ah Yi, why are you so kind?" Ji Shuhua was full of joy, yet deep down she felt a tinge of resentment. Why not deal with it immediately? Why let the Yun family unite with that wretch Ji Shufang?

"Sigh," Gao Cangshuo sighed. He knew that after this battle, his side would lose many more soldiers.

Master Meng looked back. Although the invading enemies had been removed, the Shanhai Realm had not emerged without paying a price.

Just as he expected, while everyone was channeling their mana and pressing the attack, they suddenly felt a void; the mana they pushed out fell into empty space, only to be swallowed and dissipated. At the same time, they sensed infinite malice flooding their consciousness. Having been warned by Zhang Yan beforehand, none of them panicked.

The alchemist struck forward with his right hand, and the giant cyan sword expanded further. The terrifying sword energy pursued Judas like a shadow.

Guan Kouzhi’s eyes widened, filled with resentment. The safest choice had actually been the wrong one; where could one even seek justice for that?

"If you dare to cast a curse on her, I don't mind letting the title of Fallen Angel disappear forever." A cold, melodious voice rang out at that very moment.

Heng Chang, who walked in, was the power behind the Ministry of State Security. She answered only to the First Chief and never interfered in domestic politics or military affairs. It was a special department responsible for handling bizarre incidents, occasionally stepping in to resolve major issues involving strategic defense and national security.

Everyone who needed to express their stance had done so, and all that needed to be said had been spoken. The meeting hall was silent, with all eyes fixed on Hu You. The Phoenix Legion was the Phoenix Legion under his leadership, and every major decision required his final word.

In the room, shielded from the sun by thick curtains and lit only by candlelight, the nobles and royals looked toward the Wei officer. In the flickering light, his eyes, glowing with a purple fluorescence in the darkness, emanated an overwhelming sense of pressure.

This arrogant attitude made it difficult for the agents to uncover anything. They could only piece together a few rare clues from the fragments of his speech whenever Zai Feng and Zhao Tianci discussed certain plans.

Other soldiers, unaccustomed to the desert climate, also showed signs of illness, which worried Hu Yue deeply.

Murong Ruo’s fingers brushed gently over Jimo’s eyes, her fluttering eyelashes touching her palm like the wings of a butterfly.