Chapter Forty-Nine: Murdering Her Own Husband

The people at the table noticed the subtle tension, but no one broke the spell, and they continued to happily maintain the warm and lively atmosphere of the dinner.

The New Year's Eve dinner lasted for three hours.

Lin Mianyue had known beforehand that Fu Luoning would not be joining them for the holidays elsewhere. After the meal, by the tea table and right in front of the elder, she handed a red envelope to Fu Luoning with a warm smile. "Luoning, are you really not coming with us to spend the New Year somewhere else?"

Fu Luoning smiled as she accepted it. "Thank you, Mom, but my plan—"

Outside the door, Mongolian soldiers were still trying to force their way in, struggling to keep the door shut. The moment three Mongolian soldiers rushed in, the spearmen stationed there unhesitatingly thrust their spears forward all at once, piercing numerous bloody holes in the bodies of the three men.

Looking at Yin Yi, who was blessed with good looks, high public attention, and obediently waited for arrangements, Zhou Quan felt like weeping bitter tears.

Her body could be concealed by a cloak, and after checking to ensure there were no hidden tricks on the mask, Lance and Bonnie put their masks on.

Similarly, a wizard undergoing immense pain would find it extremely difficult to cast spells successfully, because pain ravages human willpower, leaving the mind in a state of violent fluctuation. Attempting to cast magic at such a moment was practically courting death.

One afternoon, well past mealtime and seeing that there were few customers left in the shop, Zhong Nan pulled up a chair, sat by the entrance, and drank tea to rest. Catching sight of Qiuxiang walking toward them from afar, Zhong Nan put down his freshly sipped tea and welcomed Qiuxiang into the shop.

However, this misunderstanding had been cleared up long ago; why were these cultivators of the True Realm still refusing to let it go?

Zhang Biwu felt an overwhelming exhaustion; he was more tired than anyone could possibly imagine! In the past, ignorant of the cruelty of war, he had been single-mindedly driven to achieve military glory. Now, he realized that living in peace and safety with his family was the greatest happiness of all, and he was willing to trade everything else for it.

Unjustly rebuked for no reason, A Yuan's face flushed red, and she cast an indignant glare at Xu Lingfeng with her autumn-water eyes.

The regional qualifiers were structured as a knockout tournament, and standing out among numerous teams was no easy feat. No doubt the strength of this year's Municipal No. 2 Middle School was certainly formidable.

A wave of frustration washed over my heart. Back when I was a big sister-in-charge, I definitely would have gone out to trample on people. But now I had long since quit that trade, and even if I tried, it wouldn't feel natural anymore. Those things seemed pointless now, and I couldn't even be bothered.

"Oh my god, look at her! She's actually standing on the railing, isn't she afraid of falling down and drowning?" People emerging from the internet cafe couldn't help but gasp in shock at the sight, feeling deeply concerned for her safety, yet no one dared to approach.

Hearing Jiang Kairan's words, Yu Hao picked at his fingers without a gloomy expression, merely lowering his head in silence as if ruminating over what Jiang Kairan had said.

Chen Hao shook his head, then picked up the patternless, ordinary-looking fortune-character incense burner.

However, her hands were busy with something else. Yi Mengxue once again transformed into a crab, lunging at Ling Zuotian's ribs.

Even Ling Zuotian, who had been operating this device all along, almost believed the projection before him was real. Of course, he was still well aware that the scene unfolding in front of him was an illusion.

Since the Supreme Elder of the Hidden Dragon Elder Council had spoken, he did not dare to be perfunctory and had to carry it out thoroughly. He must bring Chen Hao to the capital tomorrow.

The Evil Dragon Sovereign already regarded Ling'er as a supreme heavenly treasure waiting to be devoured, and that undisguised gaze filled Bai Yuling and the others with boundless fury.

"Elder Chu is in such a miserable state. I can't believe it—just moments ago, he still possessed the air of an immortal and the rosy complexion of a crane-riding youth." Elder Mao's aged face twitched, his eyes spinning with dizziness.

Yet the moment Ling Zuotian used Armament Haki, that sickening sensation struck him once again. However, locked in fierce combat, Ling Zuotian simply did not have the time to ponder it.

"Those girls were captured because our master, Military Counselor Lan, ordered us to do so. We were merely following orders." Lanyi gritted his teeth; he had no desire to relive the tortures he had just endured, so he had no choice but to betray Lan Xuan to save his own skin.