Volume 1, Chapter 42: He Had Always Liked Her Scent...

The capability of the Fu Corporation's public relations department was not to be underestimated.

In just a few short hours, they had produced a loving video featuring their president and his wife.

These videos played on a loop on the official website and were quickly reposted by other gossip and marketing accounts.

Zhao Minghe looked at the photos on his screen, his expression unreadable, save for the prominent veins bulging on the back of the hand gripping the phone.

This time, the evil cultivator Xuan Ku finally saw it clearly: a sudden flash of bright light burst from his opponent, rapidly forming an illusory talisman that flickered with specks of golden light, which then violently descended upon the ghost entity.

Those who spoke thus were mostly running behind, lacking any direct experience of the artillery's terrifying power. Those in the lead were different; death had brushed past their faces so intimately, in a manner utterly beyond description.

"Those two fools, voluntarily going to surrender like that—doesn't that only strengthen Ye Feng's resolve to thoroughly investigate us?" Hu Jin cursed angrily inside the tent.

When we ventured out to uncover the truth of the matter, we truly came to realize just how extraordinarily beautiful the world we had built had become.

The fierce and painful expression on Gu Songhe's face gradually began to subside as consciousness recaptured his brain. Specks of black filth oozed from his pores, and within moments, he was encased in a layer of grime like a mud statue.

Gritting her teeth, the Princess of Changping stared at him, her body trembling and face twitching, on the verge of losing all control.

"Fine, we understand." Brother Qiang still felt a sharp pain in his lower back, combined with a psychological effect that made him feel as though he might never be able to get an erection again.

Under normal circumstances, whether for magical beasts or mortal humans, the power of bloodline could generally only be awakened once.

Outside the pass, the Qing army formed their ranks amidst a drizzle. The Han army vanguard stepped forward to fill in the trenches they had dug days prior and dismantle the wooden palisades, clearing the way for the impending assault.

Upon receiving the order, Long Sheng immediately accelerated, arriving at the location specified by Duanmu Rui in less than twenty minutes. After waiting for roughly ten minutes, a sedan drove in from the southern direction.

Merely being stared at directly felt as though a tangible force was acting straight upon his physical body.

The bullet abruptly accelerated, striking Chen Jinghe squarely in the shoulder. Chen Jinghe immediately collapsed to the ground, blood gushing profusely as he let out continuous, miserable screams.

Ever since the Five Freaks of the Southwest had investigated the Bermuda matter for Chen Chen last time, Chen Chen had been clear-eyed in rewards and punishments, lavishly bestowing various medicinal pills upon the five of them without a shred of stinginess. Calculating the time, after ingesting the pills, the Five Freaks of the Southwest should be merely a hair's breadth away from the Golden Core realm.

The chattering passersby, upon catching sight of the police officers, instinctively shrank their heads and turned somewhat pale.

Compared to the heavens and myriad realms, this kind of flattery was hardly worth mentioning; it was infinitely simpler than backstabbing conspiracies or even rivers of blood.

Luo Jiansen could not see Luo Jianli's expression, yet the camera clearly captured Luo Jianli's current ferocious and resentful grimace. He was deeply unwilling to kneel before Luo Jiansen and prostrate himself in confession, acting like a stray dog.

After speaking, Wujing offered a customary bow to Su Ruanmei, then took Yunxiao by the hand and withdrew from Su Ruanmei's chambers.

Bao Xing was startled for a moment upon hearing Su Ruanmei's words, then declared that they would be rounded up as well, awaiting the Imperial Noble Consort's disposition.

Cherry supported Ye Ziqiu as they walked toward their residence, directly ignoring the cold, disdainful glares cast their way along the path.

"How about we find a secluded spot and give it a try?" Mingshen said with an air of absolute nonchalance.

"Only when the Nether Othershore Flower perishes can the others survive. Mingyue, do you still not understand this simple truth?"

Channeling his internal energy to its absolute limit, he soared instantly into the air like a white crane ascending to a height of three zhang. Casting a backward glance with eyes filled with world-destroying malevolence, he discovered that Feng Yexing, who had just been launching a sneak attack from behind, had already leaped and flown toward the city gate.