Chapter 33: Revelation

Mu Anyan’s expression darkened slightly. A complex look flickered across his sharp, reserved features, yet he did not push her away.

He caught the scent of alcohol on her again, mingled with the faint fragrance of another person. He immediately recalled seeing her from afar during the day, where she had been leaning into that young man’s embrace just as she was leaning into his now.

But the girl spoke again: "I thought you were angry with me again, you..."

"You only went there for that vixen, didn't you? Hah, men!" Su Ming cast a look of disdain at Mo Yunlong.

Lin Tier was even more speechless. She looked from the uncle to Jiang Yanyu; one was determined to win, and the other was dazed and oblivious. It was quite possible this was truly an opportunity.

"Damn it, if you’re going to threaten someone, just do it. Can you stop calling me 'husband'? Do you have any idea how disgusting that is?"

With every thrust, a large chunk of flesh was carved away. With every thrust, cold blood splattered outward.

Disheartened and cold, the Crown Prince simply ignored the affairs of state, indulging in wine and women, spending his days haunting the Yunshao Mansion.

So cold-blooded and ruthless, so decisive and resolute—if given the chance, he would surely become a formidable warlord.

Meanwhile, on the island’s beach, Richie stepped out of his tent. After gnawing clean the spicy rabbit head he had brought from Tianfu, China, he tossed the bones aside.

The summer heat was scorching, the brutal sun baking the earth as if it were a furnace. A wild rabbit poked its head out of a sweltering burrow, its ears drooping as it panted with its tongue lolling out; it was the only way it could find a shred of coolness.

According to the schedule, the main event of the day was the traditional sacrificial ceremony, featuring traditional musical instruments and pretentious charlatans who were the undisputed protagonists.

Afterward, word spread that he had intercepted the enemy at the Xunyu Naval Battle, where he was struck by a poisoned arrow while protecting his subordinates during a skirmish, dying from the venom.

"Why do you hate me?" I had puzzled over this question for a long time; I should have asked it the first time we met, so I might as well take this opportunity today.

Brother Huan reached for his gun with his other hand, but I flicked another bolt of lightning-force, punching a bloody hole through the back of his left hand as well. Now that both his hands were ruined, he writhed on the ground in agony.

Even Hong Yi understood this clearly; after all, with his wisdom today, how could he fail to grasp the crux of the matter?

"Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, alright, don’t be impatient, calm down." An Chenxi stepped forward and put an arm around my shoulder. I must have been too agitated; he couldn't just stand by and watch.

Zhen Man'er said nothing in the end and walked out, looking utterly dejected. Lin Yue shot me a helpless glance before following her out.

The members of the other three great Daoist sects on the high platform were completely shocked, unable to believe that anyone would dare to cause trouble given the Jiang family’s current status.

He leaned back slowly against the chair, listening quietly to the hum of the air conditioner. The air and time itself seemed to have no connection to him anymore.

His own son was actually trying to break up his parents! If the boy didn't look so much like him, he would truly doubt whether he was his biological son!

Hearing his words, many people who were preparing to start their engines and leave stopped, watching the Paramount Marauder as it circled continuously.

Ji Linxi whispered into Su Yuyang’s ear. Mu Yu probably heard a few words, but the others heard nothing at all.

"Since that’s the case, leave these people to me. I will handle them to your complete satisfaction!" Zhang Hu said. This was an opportunity to prove himself, and he knew that as long as he seized it and avoided offending the gentleman before him, there would be no problems.

He took out the massive meteorite from outer space, used his hand like a blade to carve a few lines into it, and extracted a piece. As for the rest, he stored it in his spatial ring, keeping it for future use.

Yet, seeing his pathetic state now, she suddenly felt a surge of sympathy. As long as he could return all his power to her, she might still spare his life. It seemed that day was within reach.