Volume 1, Chapter 57: Overthrow

Yet right now, he needed his daughter, Dong Shuanghuan.

The powerful and influential person had stated over the phone that as long as he delivered his daughter to the Snow Crane Hotel next Sunday night to stay for a week, then his fabrication of falsehoods and deception of the Zhao family would be—

While these people were chattering away, judging from the tone of the young man who had just spoken, he clearly was not joking. Moreover, Ling Zhengwei seemed to have completely ignored them and had already departed.

Seeing that Han Yan had already walked through the camp gates while Dian Wei was still choking the two soldiers by their necks, Huang Zhong frowned and offered a low reminder.

Suddenly, dozens of creatures with rat heads and snake tails, blue eyes and red fangs, resembling bats and emitting a chilling black smoke all over their bodies, swooped down together, charging in a swarm toward the crowd.

Lin Feng nodded, his mind already clear on what needs to be done. This time, he concentrated all his willpower, slowly releasing his spiritual energy, and then forged a spiritual channel, attempting to guide it with his thoughts.

Han Yan had seen countless people in Luoyang. Remarks about someone being difficult to get along with simply meant one did not know how to interact with others. Coupled with the assessment of being "talented and arrogant," the image of a frantic scholar had already formed in Han Yan's mind.

Yi Xuerou was in complete disbelief. In her view, this was simply impossible; if such a feat were truly achievable, how would it differ from the deeds of immortals?

"Whether it was drugged or not, you know very well in your heart. However, there is one thing you are quite unclear about," Ye Zixuan said, turning his head with a half-smile.

The moment she finished speaking, she realized her mistake. Although her tone and demeanor had imitated Chu Yumai to absolute perfection, she should not have taken the initiative to surrender herself just now.

Regaining her human form, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya gritted her pearly white teeth, her aura appearing significantly weakened. As the true physical vessel of the Ten-Tails, even she could hardly sustain such drastic consumption.

Young Master Lin also knew he was engaging in self-deception. With a smile, he cast other thoughts aside, closed his eyes, and began to sort through recent events while sensing these energies.

Standing face to face with hands clasped together, Guimei and Yueguan's bodies suddenly merged. The eighteen soul rings adorning their bodies instantly condensed into a massive gold-and-silver dual-colored halo that quietly drifted outward.

"You haven't even washed your face?!" Completely oblivious to the changes in her own body and catching sight of Jiang Su's disheveled appearance, Jiang Wei shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Following that, Su Qin began to toast the guests one by one. However, after each toast, she would casually ask if anyone had previously noticed a handsome young man who favored dark blue.

The old witch's words left Shen Huaining in a daze of contemplation for the entire day, until the tapping against her rice bowl finally snapped her back to reality. Shen Huaining met Rong Yin's gaze, yet he never once questioned her about what she had done that day.

With an indignant huff, Jiang Wei hung up the phone and pulled Chen Sichun through the activity center, the roaring din of the crowd gradually fading away.

The interior of the ship was divided into numerous cabins, fully equipped with various facilities and supplies, estimated to be capable of providing food and lodging for over a thousand people for more than a year.

The pitch-black night sky bore not a single star, save for a huge, full moon whose scattered moonlight seemed to lay a silver-white carpet across the surface of the sea.

At that time, Zhao Rou was only six years old, and her understanding was extremely limited. She only knew that after the Emperor passed away, she was moved into the Changmen Palace, where her treatment worsened day by day.

Liangcai chuckled inwardly; it seemed the transformation had been a complete success, and the success rate of executing the plan had just increased significantly.

The comic convention was a sea of humanity. Jiang Su wandered about casually, keeping a lookout for anyone resembling Mavis, with her golden hair, light pink dress, and a signature cowlick on her head.

Before Gu Qingxin and the others could even step out of their car and enter the masquerade venue, the trending searches on the internet instantly exploded.