hotmtlnovel Chapter 69
Chapter 69
Li Yijie’s mind was a chaotic storm as he suddenly opened his eyes, waking up to see a dim, gray ceiling above. Cold sweat drenched his forehead, and he breathed heavily, momentarily unsure of his surroundings or where his soul might go. He couldn’t tell if this was a lingering nightmare or a real, haunting guilt.
As I walked along, a carriage passed by with a silver tulip emblem on the front. Having been in Crescent Moon for so long, I recognized the origin of that emblem immediately.
When I saw Zhou Xiaoxiao crying, I panicked and asked her what was wrong. She shook her head gently, saying it was nothing, just that she suddenly felt very happy.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I said that, the homeroom teacher seemed to get angry. Her voice, once calm, turned ice-cold, and she asked me sharply, “Just answer me: are you coming to pick me up or not?”
Ji Jiang shivered, knowing Han Lang’s words were meant for him. Regret filled his heart. If only he had listened to Ji Yao’s advice; perhaps then, Han Lang wouldn’t be treating him like this now.
Seeing this, Han Lang nodded, not wanting to draw attention. If it weren’t for the fact that he was being looked down upon, he wouldn’t have taken out the Heavenly Thunder Pearl at all. Without another word, he walked straight into the VIP room, ignoring everyone else.
Beside her stood Zilong Tian, draped in a black fox-fur cloak, his black hair tied with a jade crown, sharp brows, and bright eyes, exuding the same powerful determination as in years past.
Just as he landed, Cheng Yitian's hand brushed against a long spear. With a seemingly casual motion, he nudged it, and with a sweeping “swish,” a row of spears lay before him. Cheng Yitian stepped forward into a lunge, rotating his waist with force, his left hand behind, his right hand forward, spinning the spear half a circle. The armored soldiers fell like stalks of wheat under a sickle.
The next moment, all the circuits in Rongxiang Electronics' building burned out under Zhong Hao’s control, and the once brightly lit building was plunged into darkness, save for a few emergency lights.
“Unknown object entering our airspace! Intercept immediately!” At the command, every anti-aircraft gun and missile in Otirio fired toward the clouds above, where trails of red smoke streaked across the sky, creating a dense, impenetrable web over Otirio.
Inside Flowing Water Pavilion, it didn’t take long before word came that Cheng Lu had left the estate, driving a carriage toward the Cheng Manor.
Without hesitation, Chu Ping turned and walked in the opposite direction, his solitary silhouette like a lone warrior striding through the darkness.@@@@
"Reporting to Chief An, the Blue Fist formation received an invitation from the Green Mountain Cave of Qingcheng Mountain to undertake training there," the External Affairs Elder replied.
From within the golden rift, a commanding voice emerged. Li Qingxiao recognized it instantly—it belonged to True Lord Jin Hong, whom he had encountered briefly on Taiyuan Island.
“I know how to read fortunes,” Nobu smiled slightly, saying no more as he headed straight for the Suzuki Art Museum.
He didn’t want Qiao’er to turn out like him someday; that would be a truly sad fate.
The third row of soldiers moved within fifty meters. The squad leader flicked his hand, and over thirty soldiers sprang up, pulling the pins on their grenades and sprinting forward.
With that thought, Huo Chenyuan decided not to trouble her further and set the extra serving of flower pond fish he’d taken on the seat next to him.
“But what’s the point of it?” Zhang Chunling mused, unable to understand from this perspective.
Huo Chenyuan’s eyes were filled with amusement. His home was usually so quiet that, unless he issued an order, the butler wouldn’t make a sound.
Meng Qing’s antics aimed to surprise Xinyi, but he realized he still needed to stay connected with her regularly.
Aunt Cai chimed in from the side; she had arranged this marriage, hoping that if Cai Qiaoying married into the Luo family, her family would benefit. But if rumors spread that Qiaoying had been unfaithful, even Aunt Cai would face repercussions as the matchmaker.
She used to be so engrossed in her games that she never paid attention to whether Huo Chenyuan was home. Today, though, she looked up, all because of this.
Knowing that the boss was fair, Ye Lei accepted the money, believing that integrity was more valuable than cash. He hadn’t expected that Du Yuesheng would actually make something of it.
Wang Buzhun’s facial muscles twitched. He had anticipated such a situation, yet it was precisely what he dreaded most. Now, he was left to face the ire of his family clan and the entire city’s elite without any royal backing—a lonely outcast.
Ghost Butterfly’s vision swayed between black and white as she watched the approaching snake, a hint of killing intent glinting in her eyes.