Chapter 52: I Want Him

Tianyi Capital.

Inside the Wing Palace, brilliant lights blazed as bright as day.

Seven or eight people stood crowded around a large bed.

A strikingly handsome man with a naturally melancholic expression called out to the unconscious Huang Chen on the bed, "Brother, wake up," as he gripped his hand tightly.

"Huang Luo, don't panic yet. Didn't the King of Wings say..."

The fact that He Changming kept such actions hidden from the He family suggested that there was internal discord within the family.

Walking up to Xia Mengyou, Zhangsun Yun shook his head. Xia Chuanyuan leaned in to take a look, only to reveal a look of disappointment—it was the same old story, filled with drawings somewhat similar to those of Xia Mengxi.

Guan Xiuyan felt a wave of suspicion upon seeing her sister's grand posture, surmising it must be something of great importance. Sipping her tea, she listened carefully and solemnly to her sister.

Chen Qizheng knew Chen Qishan all too well and was also aware of the poor relationship between Chen Qishan and Bai Shaoyang, so his first guess naturally fell upon Bai Shaoyang.

"May Your Majesty live forever and your dynasty endure for a thousand autumns!" The servants tending to Liu Bang immediately dropped to their knees in a row, offering this ragged chorus of flattery.

A pang of anxiety struck Ling Yurou's heart. Although Nangong Moyun's face remained composed, his eyes were filled with a profound sorrow, and the hand holding his teacup began to tremble. Ling Yurou felt a pain as sharp as a knife piercing her heart, accompanied by a heavy wave of guilt.

Chen Chaosheng felt a slight tightening in his throat. The dark green gown made her skin appear even fairer, and her exposed shoulders and back were dazzlingly white. Her slender waist was no thicker than a willow branch, and with her movements, her long, delicate legs were faintly visible through the high slit of the skirt. Chen Chaosheng could not help but recall how she had looked beneath him the night before.

A Yu remained just as she had been in the past, dressed in deep green, tranquil and distant, as warm and smooth as a piece of jade. Ling Yurou did not reply; whenever she saw A Yu before, she had always felt a sense of intimacy, but now there was only estrangement and vigilance.

After spending more than half an hour sorting, the items dropped over the past year or so were finally organized. There were indeed quite a few good things, all of them household supplies. The items dropped by humanoids during the battlefield slaughter over the past month were truly impressive, though he hadn't managed to pick up many of them before most were cleared away by respawn refreshes.

As for me, I very wisely chose to go toe-to-toe in drinking with Yang Yang. After all, the two of us had consumed the most; if I were to go drinking with Yi Ge, Xu Ge, and the others in my current state, it would be tantamount to suicide, and moreover, their alcohol tolerance far exceeded mine.

At this moment, Xuanwu City was suffering the brunt of the vampires' onslaught, besieged by tens of thousands of countless vampires along with other monstrous races taking advantage of the chaos. Xuanwu City had also deployed its secret weapon—magic cannons—whose thunderous roars echoed continuously both inside and outside the city walls.

Seeing the powerhouse's body expanding larger and larger, Li Feng knew that this formidable figure had initiated a self-destruction sequence. Even as the thought crossed his mind, the powerhouse dragged his mutated body and lunged straight at Li Feng.

One-third of the way down the front of the formation, a general clad in black armor sat astride a blue-eyed, golden-pupiled beast. Perched on his shoulder was a three-foot-tall male eagle, its sharp eyes scanning its surroundings aggressively. The general held the reins in one hand while gripping a wineskin with the other, tilting his head back to pour the clear, fragrant, fiery liquor down his throat.

"Lu Ya! I am handing Ah Yao over to you now, come out and take her..." Xi Ling said with a teasing tone.

"Reporting to Master, that rebellious disciple has not been found yet, but this disciple will surely smash his body to ten thousand pieces!" Lingbao hurriedly bowed and replied.

Since I hadn't gone along with the brothers to experience transmigration, I sat there somewhat bored, clicking the mouse against the screen, listening to some songs with my headphones on, and watching a movie or two.

"Liansue, go straight home once you get back, and drive away the Land Rover my old man left behind," Li Shenpu said suddenly, his voice tense yet resolute.

His words struck right at Qin San's deepest fear. What Qin San dreaded most was the day Qin Tiande would no longer find him useful and cast him out. To him, even being made a steward was not as good as simply staying by Qin Tiande's side.