Chapter 62: He is a very good and gentle person

"Excuse me, please make way."

Lin Xihe tried to squeeze through the crowd, and after a great deal of effort, she finally broke free and hurried into the Spiritual Arts Tower.

Finding the stairwell, she stepped up. She wanted to see if that person was truly Yilan Shu.

When she reached the second floor, however, she found herself unable to ascend any further, as if an invisible wall was blocking her path, no matter what she tried...

Who on earth was responsible for this? No one knew, nor did they realize it was orchestrated in secret by Ye Yingfan.

An instant later, over a hundred explosive scrolls burst open in the sky like fireworks. Relying on those numerous scrolls, they successfully brought down several gargoyles, while a few others fled after being wounded.

His tone sounded just like a three-year-old child demanding the lollipop he had lost.

"Ha, what absolute trash." Seeing that Lin Xiu's figure was still nowhere to be seen, he could not help but sneer in disdain.

Yet the White Tiger refused to accept this. He had no heart to calculate these intricate and convoluted relationships; he only knew that within his own Daoist arena, this slovenly wretch had repeatedly humiliated his benefactor.

Due to the discharge of the black slurry iron juice, the pressure equilibrium inside the iron coffin was broken. The resulting change triggered a certain internal mechanism lock within the coffin.

And in the very next moment, Lin Xiu seized the opportunity right after his opponent's martial technique finished releasing, lunging forward with a single bound.

Three days flowed away in the blink of an eye. Li Shen felt that the pain in his body had improved significantly; the only exception was his broken leg, which would probably still need some time to recover. He wondered if the imperial physician had misaligned the bones when setting them back then, otherwise he might really have to resort to coercion once again.

Disguised thoroughly and terrified of being recognized, Huangfu Qi received Qin Tian's call, glancing all around to ensure no one was following him. Only then did he stride quickly toward the Touareg, getting in and shutting the door in one fluid motion, as if afraid anyone might catch sight of him.

In fact, Zhu Xuan and her other three sisters had planned the same way. Du Yi had already arrived here, and they knew his character well enough to be certain he would not harm the four of them. As for why they had not mentioned it earlier, it was simply out of pride.

"I bet this fellow never dreamed in his wildest dreams that we would still manage to unearth such vital information from him," Xue Feng said with a smile, prompting everyone to laugh along with her.

Resentment! Defiance! Yet what could be done? Jiufang Qu's words were simply too impregnable. Besides, it was already too late for regrets. It was far too late to stop, and before long, not even their bones would remain! Just like that, falling backward limply onto the ground, waiting passively for death.

"Primordial Convergence!" Qiman shouted loudly, a yellow radiance piercing through the chest and entering Meng Wanlong's body, then bursting out from his back to slam against the stone wall with a thunderous roar.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please calm your anger." Bizhu hurried over afterward, and upon seeing Lu Shengyu's furious expression, she turned pale with fright and quickly dropped to her knees on the ground. The last time in the woodshed, His Highness had worn this exact expression of raging fury; if the secondary consort had not interceded back then, the young lady might very well have died at His Highness's hands.

Of course, mere fondness alone was not enough to make someone an adopted son; the opportunity had arisen a month ago. A strange guest had arrived that night—a beggar—who came shouting and demanding to see Ma Qian.

The guard at the entrance looked at him with utter bewilderment. He had heard the prison alarm as well, but hadn't a squad already been sent out in pursuit?

Jinyu said no more, smiling and shaking her head as she made her way out of the Qingyang Courtyard toward the main entrance to welcome her father.

Lu Shengyu did not know why he wanted to stop her, standing quietly to the side as he watched that familiar figure, his gaze still icy yet holding a fraction less hatred than before.

This was the first time Du Yi had spoken in the presence of the Ou family. Although it was rather abrupt, Ou Quan had already prepared himself mentally and thus appeared very calm, though inwardly he was startled by that hoarse, low voice.

She had poured her heart and soul into maintaining the array, but that did not mean she had become a vegetable... Drenched all over by this wet substance, she instantly snapped back from that ethereal state.