Chapter 27: A Tangled Account

Noble Consort Hua’s face was filled with shy embarrassment; why was His Majesty so clueless?
“Your Majesty, my relatives are not human.”
“What?”
“Rong’er’s relatives are not human? Could it be…?”
Qin Xiao suddenly sobered up a bit, the wicked desire in his heart subsided.
At once, it felt as though chilling winds swept through Hua Pool Palace.
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Unable to figure it out, perhaps lacking the strength, perhaps the opportunity had not yet arrived, Ba Fenghan finally decided to let it go for now, burying this matter deep within his heart and focusing all his effort on advancing his power toward the fourth rank.
“A safe place?” Ba Fenghan felt a slight headache. There was no truly safe place within the whole Luofu Sect, especially after offending the Elder of Qingqiu. Unfortunately, he couldn’t just hand over the Primordial Golden Pill to the Elder of Qingqiu; that would be utter foolishness. And so, things ended up like this.
Such a settlement was paradise for survivors struggling in the apocalypse, a place many yearned for.
“You…” Yu Qiyuan bit her silver teeth tightly. Could he not see how unhappy she was? Did he not even try to comfort her?
As for the location of the New World Church’s Holy See in the Huaxia region, Kang Ren did not know, but Chen Yuan and his companions did.
A beam of light shone directly upon Hua Rongxi, whose face broke into a delighted expression. When the light faded, he left, visibly elated.
Nan Can, following behind Johnson, also looked displeased. He glanced at the silent Johnson, then stepped forward after a moment and asked.
Thus, the two words here shared the same tone, both with the second intonation, indistinguishable by ear.
The endless, waterfall-like hair of the God of Zombies gradually withdrew back to its own body. As the black, metallic strands were fully reclaimed, the God’s power climbed ever higher.
The Faceless Warriors, due to a command error, fell into chaos, and taking advantage of the moment, Master Adelaide led the charge directly at another group—the Naga forces.
Mu Qingge nodded. She raised her hand and sealed the room with divine power—not to prevent intruders, but to keep Lianqiao from escaping again when she woke.
Huo Nantian spoke through gritted teeth; if she dared to deceive him, he would make sure she learned the consequences. She would remain in that room for life, never to step outside again.
I saw the doctor’s gaze toward Lu Xudong shift instantly, as if he were looking at a madman. The doctor tugged helplessly at Lu Xudong’s sleeve.
Only now do I finally understand why my sleep has been so troubled lately, why I always feel something is missing, waking several times each night. Now I realize it was his embrace I lacked.
Not only did they dodge the issue, they left me in the guest wing all alone. Even when I went out to look for them, I never caught sight of anyone all day.
Such reports could hardly be baseless. The newspaper breaking the news included several intimate photos of Jiang Wanhao and a mysterious man—some entering and leaving hotels, others secretly snapped through a window as they passionately kissed. Each one was enough to serve as evidence of Jiang Wanhao’s “scandal.”
Following Emperor Liang’s command, the White Robe Army had completed their mission, successfully escorting the Prince of Beihai back to Luoyang, far surpassing expectations and accomplishing what the world deemed impossible.
The weak royal affection, the actions of mother and brother, and the emperor’s debt to the Mu family—none of these could support her in hating Mu Qingge, or in forgetting her.
Lu Xiaoxiao, though unreasonable and somewhat troublesome, completely shattered the good image she held in Gu Xixi’s heart. Yet, Gu Xixi did bear responsibility for the coffee incident; had she not been distracted, she would not have collided with Lu Xiaoxiao.