Chapter 45 Her Counterattack

As the saying goes, a guilty conscience needs no accuser, and Xu Guodong had been closely monitoring the movements on Zhaojiao's side. Upon learning that the Prince of Su had left, Xu Guodong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, figuring the Prince must have come to hold someone accountable.

"Was the Prince of Su displeased when he left?"

No longer the master of the estate, even gathering information took effort. Xu Qianying, distracted and disppirited, responded with a perfunctory nod. Seeing this, Xu Guodong nodded happily, "Just wait and see, this marriage might—"

Several members of the Kaiguo Vanguard had recovered most of their stamina by this time, and one could tell they were all in high spirits. Every noon when he came to keep the monster rabbit company, Lin Jiu would pack a boxed meal for him, and together they would enjoy a rare and peaceful afternoon in the open fields.

Returning to her room, Cheng Zhen realized that her palms were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Today's success was partly due to a fortunate coincidence, blundering into completing the mission.

The sooner he went to inspect, the sooner he could make a decision. If the situation turned out to be extremely poor, he could make arrangements in advance, such as ordering Monotosem Uyun and the others to evacuate Port Ensu immediately.

Conscience knows not what kind of stubborn gamble it was playing with Yan Qi, demanding the black box directly to prove that the current situation had improved, yet insisting on comparing it against silence.

Team Leader Lin grew increasingly nostalgic for the days before the apocalypse; back then, handling a situation like this would simply mean throwing the person straight into a vehicle.

As a teammate, Hao Xue offered a straightforward suggestion: for a malevolent ghost, this place was hardly a suitable dwelling.

After observing for a while longer, Mo Xu and the master of the Divine Stone Workshop looked somewhat unenthusiastic.

At this point, Qiao Xingjian felt a bit thirsty, and Zhao Yun raised a hand to signal Gao Shi to pour tea for him.

The Yinwu Mountain Range served as a family-owned mine, abundant in Yinwu veins, but it was also riddled with baleful yin Qi, making the environment harsh and grueling.

"No, don't play that yet," Huangfu Yue said, seeing that he was messing up the tune completely.

Leng Yan had just walked up to Mu Qiu and the other person, before he even had time to ask, when he heard Mo Yanxi ask Mu Qiu, "Wife, who is this young master? Do you know him?" At that moment, Mu Qiu also spotted Leng Yan, and only a single thought crossed her mind: *We're in trouble!* However, to Leng Yan's eyes, Mu Qiu's look was nothing less than a guilty conscience.

The courtyard was deep and secluded, interspersed with fine trees; outside the elegant side rooms, alongside flowing streams and stone bridges, two or three verdant saucer magnolia trees bloomed with pristine white blossoms filling the branches against the morning glow, everywhere exuding an elegant and tranquil charm.

Originally he wanted to say more, but seeing Yun Ziqin suddenly turn so well-behaved, the words escaped him.

At that moment, the Iron-Horned Rhinoceros's front hooves were dripping with blood, and it let out a shrill, agonizing roar as a flash of savage brutality crossed its pupils. Yet Yang Hao did not hesitate; he slammed his foot into the ground, causing the earth around him to bulge instantly from the immense pressure. Where his fist wind passed, space shattered, tearing through the air with a violent sonic boom.

The key reason for the casualties this time was the lack of familiarity with the target; the soldiers had no combat experience dealing with such extraordinary circumstances. Generally speaking, scenarios like this only existed in movies and were utterly impossible in reality.

Dark energy and dark matter neither absorb, reflect, nor radiate light, making it impossible for humans to observe them directly using current technology.

Hearing the door to Qin Miao's room click shut, Li Yanfang smiled blissfully to himself. Even though things had come to an abrupt halt, he still felt wonderfully satisfied; that brief temptation through their clothes left a sensation so exquisite that he lingered on the memory, savoring it long after.

Just when everyone thought Feng Yao had lost, Yang Hao's dark pupils suddenly dilated as he caught sight of a flicker of cyan light within the ice sculpture sealing Feng Yao.

The temperament of mountain folk resembled that of sea folk—kind and straightforward, yet equally distinct in their love and hatred.

The ruins lay quietly there, much like a chronic patient who had managed to leave the hospital ward to enjoy the warm sunlight. Suddenly, at the foot of the mountains on the horizon, a series of roars erupted, shattering the tranquility of this world.