Chapter 121: The Human Heart

Lou Yu did not know what Zhao Jinniang was thinking, but he clearly felt “offended.”
This fool must be harboring filthy, despicable thoughts!
Lou Yu knew he was good-looking.
As a child, mischievous as he was, people still called him a little immortal.
Growing up, with a graceful and refined demeanor, even in his youth, he was like a fallen celestial admired by all.
Possessing such a visage, Lou Yu had long been the subject of countless gazes:
In the mountainous regions, unlike the city, the weather was capricious; rain could fall at any moment. The drifting clouds in the sky clearly foretold the coming storm.
He had hinted, implied, and gently expressed many times that tonight was their wedding night, yet Du Caiwei seemed never to hear him at all.
However, the destructive aura emanating from the spirit dragon fire was too intense; the saints below struggled even to make out Zhang Ruocheng’s figure, let alone discern his identity.
“Ha, this person doesn’t take reminders well. Let’s go, Mo Yi, come with me to the dock to pick someone up,” Yang Dongcheng said happily, pulling Mo Yi along.
He wasn’t entirely clear whether Su Zhinian had divorced, but he had thoroughly investigated why Su Zhinian had a change of heart.
“Hmph! Spare me your sweet words!” Though she said this, Leng Ning’s heart was secretly sweetened.
After Song Shisan’s defeat last time, he had gone back to ponder deeply. Though breaking through beyond the Martial King realm was difficult, even so, achieving a new level of awareness in his mindset was still possible.
Watching the fleeing Martial Spirit, the fierce energy completely enveloped and bound it, its body growing weaker by the moment.
The reporter’s words had just fallen when Lin Bixiao’s expression darkened, a clear anger furrowing his brows.
In truth, these entertainment shows always went through rehearsals beforehand to prevent any mishaps during filming.
But pure-hearted Xi didn’t notice this and happily ran into her father’s arms.
Yet Ling Xiao had still won, and so effortlessly; it was like a harsh slap right across his face.
At this moment, the audience rose in unison; those who had intended to throw the match for Ji Han—whether bystanders, professional players, or streamers—were all inwardly ashamed.
At worst, if Ye Qingcheng remained dissatisfied, he would first convene a triple court to try Jian An, then imprison him, and once he ascended the throne, hand Jian An over to Ye Qingcheng. Then whatever punishment she wished to impose, he would remain a cold onlooker.
Linda had actually already forgiven An Ruoran in her heart. Perhaps she had overthought things before, but after hearing everything now, she felt she had wronged Ruoran. Alas, she could not lower her pride.
Her cultivation surged in a single breath, climbing from the 80th step of the Divine Law realm to the 3rd step of the Upper Epoch realm.
The towering, blurred “Heavenly Star Evil God’s Will Apparition,” eyes glowing red like a ferocious wolf, lunged at the young man ahead.
Su Nanji raised an eyebrow in surprise; he hadn’t expected Misaka Mikoto to immediately grasp the essence of the incident.
“Haha, Brother Qin Tian, I owe it to you that I can partake in the Xianchi Baptism. Such a great favor needs no thanks! If you have any troubles, just come to the Ten Thousand Dragons Sect and find me!” Ji Long vowed, pounding his chest with conviction.
“Puccini, you’ve been delaying repayment for a week now,” threatened a bald man among those blocking the alley entrance.
Li Dian’s eyes blazed with resentment. He wanted to order archers to shoot back, but the Cao army’s crossbows were no match in range or lethality for the Qin army’s bows. To put it simply, it was like firing an air rifle against a sniper rifle over a kilometer’s distance.