Chapter Forty-Two: The Thoughts Weighing on Ye Cheng's Heart

However, despite Ye Cheng’s sudden and drastic change in attitude, Su Chan showed not the slightest trace of fear. On the contrary, she looked at him with unwavering resolve and said, “I am not afraid. I know Brother Ye would never harm me.”

“You're not afraid I might kill you to keep my identity secret?” he asked.

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On the other hand, Uchiha Madara and Senju Hashirama, who should have reacted the most, seemed frozen in place at that moment.

Lin Ziyu likely didn’t know her real intentions. She was merely probing, hoping to coax a confession out of her. Wishful thinking.

After dinner, Di Mingjue truly dragged her to the hospital. Lan Feng went off to handle everything, but after a series of tests, nothing was conclusively diagnosed, and Gu Qibao was simply prescribed a few packets of digestive powder.

The mistake lay in having believed her words at the start. Now she was tired of him; with a new favorite in her life, the old was simply forgotten.

Old Master An cast a calm glance at An Kelin and then said, “Shareholders who agree to remove An Kelin from the position of An Corporation’s chairman, please raise your hands to vote.” As soon as he finished speaking, he was the first to lift his hand.

Wang Lanzhen was brought in by Nanny Lan, her eyes wide and round, darting about with caution, constantly on alert.

Nangong Jinyu walked with him through several tents, arriving at their unit. Their commander had a square face, his features honest and plain, standing about as tall as Helian Yao. As soon as Helian Yao and Nangong Jinyu entered the tent, the square-faced commander’s gaze immediately fell upon them.

“That’s not exactly it. We cook for ourselves when we have time, and we can accept Western flavors too. But nothing compares to Auntie’s cooking,” Xiao Siya said, shaking her head.

The two of them clearly didn’t care at all, nor did they try to hide their affection. After their sweet moment, they got into the car.

Sensing her gaze, Chi Yan looked up—seemingly unintentionally, but clearly deliberate. His exquisite, devilish features betrayed no emotion, yet when his eyes met Mo Chuyi’s, a faint smile touched his lips.

Yingjun spoke with a stern, serious tone, but his wolfish eyes glowed with a cold blue light as he sized up Long Miaomiao, who had just bathed and was now dressed in her pajamas.

As a friend of the old drunkard Lei Dongtian, how could Long Feiyun not understand?

No sooner had Xu Ji finished speaking than his dozens of subordinates relaxed, some even lying directly on the snowy ground to rest. Nearly a full day of marching against the wind had clearly taken its toll on their bodies.

With a stormy expression, Si Tu Haoyu sat on the sofa, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table, a chill radiating from his entire being.

He spun on his heel, transforming into a streak of light that landed atop the main hall. Upon touching the demonic throne, a surge of dark energy immediately lashed back at him. Chen Mo’s lips curled into a faint smile as a current of radiant, mysterious energy flowed from his hand, through the black crystal on the armrest, and into the throne itself.

In a single thought, the coiled flood dragon vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

Inside the hall, silence fell, everyone lost in thought. Undoubtedly, the crux of the matter was Emperor Island, but no one even knew if such an island existed. With the vastness of the sea, where could they possibly begin their search?

Meanwhile, the two forest spirits serving as guardians of the Luoyami Tribe, even as they battled the expanding flood dragon, never stopped directing trees and vines to whip and attack him. Only then did Zhang Lisheng truly understand what it meant to be “suffering beyond words.”

Hearing this, some older students who knew that “gua wazi” was an insult became enraged. “Mr. Song, that’s really out of line,” one of them said.

Wang Mazi happened to walk out of the office just then, his hands somewhat dirty as he kept wiping them on his sleeves. Spotting Beiming, he hurriedly spoke up.