Chapter 52: There Are No Humans Left

The honor guard and the musical troupe were, of course, paid for by Iris out of her own pocket.

Iris was well aware that the BH City Disaster Countermeasures Bureau was short on funds. On the very first day the new director took office—or rather, before he even officially assumed his duties—he had gone straight to the city government to discuss the budget issue.

But it did not matter. Iris was wealthy, so she had no need for the bureau’s funds, and she could easily afford the honor guard and the musical troupe.

Even if it were to be wasted, such a trivial sum of money was nothing to her. Beautiful, powerful, and rich.

Yet, he still could not bear seeing her dressed so scantily. He grabbed a jacket from nearby and draped it directly over her shoulders. Seeing that Wen Xuehui was about to reach out and remove it, Gu Haoyu pressed his palm firmly down upon her shoulder.

"What do you mean by shouldn't? Shouldn't let yourself get caught by me?" Gu Chengqi looked at him with a dangerous gaze.

She emerged from the corner cluttered with sundries and saw everyone gathered around, looking extremely nervous as if discussing something serious.

"Yes, Mr. Lu, then we will be stepping out first." The nurses left one by one. Lu Feng sat down by the bedside, consumed by deep self-reproach.

Seeing Jiang Yao remain still, Lu Xingzhi's heart gave a heavy pang. The words "forget it" were already on the tip of his tongue when she suddenly threw herself into his arms, holding him gently and pressing her cheek against his chest in a posture of deep attachment.

That was true. The strength of the Xuanqing Sect far surpassed the combined might of the four sects. Thousands of years of accumulation and suppression were simply not something one or two generations of disciples could hope to catch up to. Besides, these geniuses born from the mortal world... even with exceptional talent, how could they possibly compare to those... of the Xuanqing Sect?

Today could be considered the second time Jing Yiren met Big Ugly. Would Big Ugly just walk away simply because she told him to?

" Carefree people do carefree things. Rest assured, the Emperor and the Empress are doing quite fine; they won't punish us just because we're sitting here chatting." Qihua giggled and laughed when she saw him repeatedly looking back.

"You went missing from the troops and didn't show up for a long time. Yaoyao died, so I figured you were dead too, and I made a grave for you right beside Yaoyao's so that you could keep her company," Lu Xingzhi explained.

Seeing Jing Yiren walking over, the reporter's eyes lit up with an expression of anticipation for a good show, and they immediately began filming.

"Just tell your friend. Next time the two of them hook up, just have her not let her guy use a condom," I said, my heart pounding wildly. This was the first time I had ever joked with Xu Qing like this, and I had no idea if she would hang up on me.

As for Luo Dabai and that Zhang Fan whom he had met only once, it was unclear whether they had known each other beforehand or were just naturally thick-skinned, but they were sitting quite close with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Shielded by Bai Xuan, Xie Shurong charged to the front without any worries. He first finished off the low-health Zhou Yu, then used the swordsman's dash technique to rapidly close the distance to Lu Xiao, slashing down with a sword in a movement that was both handsome and dashing.

Lu Feng paused. If he agreed, he wouldn't be leaving. Who knew whether Liu Chen might use the pretext of providing cover to steal his intelligence?

Tian Long sneered as he looked at her and said, "You'll find out in a moment. Take her away, don't enter the city yet!" The latter sentence was directed at his subordinates.

After waiting anxiously for two days at the temporary imperial palace, Kangxi finally ordered fourteen staves of corporal punishment for the Fourteenth Prince, followed by his release without charges. As for the Eighth Prince, he was stripped of his princely title, demoted to an ordinary imperial clansman, and confined to his residence. I breathed a sigh of relief and stayed at the palace to tend to the Fourteenth Prince's injuries.

From now on, who would dare say that their Bao family were all rough folk? The ancestral graves of the Bao family were truly going to smoke with auspicious vapors.

Understanding the truth, I pulled Zhang Mengfei into a tight embrace, holding her firmly for a long while. She was still trembling, which left me feeling deeply unsettled and wracked with guilt.

Archers were exceptionally annoying when outputting damage from a distance, but once closed in upon by a melee class, these squishy archers would be beaten to a pulp with no way to fight back.