Chapter 162: Weren't You Very Arrogant Just Now?

Li Yuanqing turned his head, searching for any trace of the mysterious youth in the black robe.

It was at this exact moment.

He finally realized the youth had somehow dismissed everyone else, appearing on the opposite arena stage beneath the astonished gazes of ten thousand warriors.

At this, Li Yuanqing was completely bewildered.

The martial arts tournament had already concluded, and he could not fathom what the other man intended by stepping onto the arena at such a time.

Of course,

had it not been for the lingering spiritual energy he could draw upon within the Supreme Sect, he likely would have perished by now from sheer exhaustion.

He leaped and shifted about the perimeter, straining his ears to catch every movement within the estate. Long before the funeral rites began, he had overheard many whispering in hushed tones to their families, speaking of how deeply the master of the estate treasured that snake, and what a profound impact its death would bring.

When he first learned of Liunian's pregnancy, he had been filled with joy, believing this child would bind her to him forever.

"Even if what I feel for Zhu Lianmeng is merely guilt and nothing more, even if it is you I love, must you still break up with me?" he said, his eyes now pleading, begging her to retract her words, begging her not to leave him.

An Italian journalist was reporting the news on the television, and Meng Fanlang's previously excited expression instantly froze as he stared at the broadcast.

As the meeting came to an end, Jun Rongfan quickly gathered her things and glanced at her watch; it was already past seven in the evening, and Jiaojiao's birthday party had already begun.

Silence descended upon the room for a second time, the two boys staring at each other, shivering together as though a cold wind had just swept past.

He Niannian clearly did not buy Meng Fanlang's act, showing not a shred of heartache, and instead reached out to pinch him once more.

With that, he also packed up the things he had brought, ensuring not a single item was left behind in the Room of Requirement, before donning a black cloak from the Department of Mysteries identical to Harry's, and slipping out unobtrusively alongside him.

I buried myself quietly in Li Yi's embrace, inhaling the scent that belonged only to him, never imagining that a day would come when I could lie in his arms so peacefully, simply lying there.

Sure enough, beneath the canopy of heaven, amidst the still pitch-black night, a column of signal smoke shot into the southern sky, its billowing flames illuminating half the horizon.

Ming Ruyan exhausted every sweet word she could muster, but Yu Miaomiao refused to listen, hoisting her skirt and running straight toward the front of the line.

Lightening his movements once more, he rewrapped her hand in clean white gauze, and then gazed at her infatuatedly.

She had already stayed at the hospital for two nights; if this continued, she would collapse herself before Guan Heng ever did.

Her expression remained unmoved, her face and body stained with the mud splattered when she fell, looking so utterly disheveled and lifeless that it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

There was nowhere to hide in this room, so in my panic, I pushed my wheelchair into the passage, and the moment I entered, the background wall closed up without any warning.

Hailing a ride went smoothly; Danai ignored the strangers who approached to ask questions and went straight to the curbside, raising a hand to call a taxi, getting in, and immediately giving the hospital's address.

Miss Mu was quick-witted and intelligent. Possessing some knowledge regarding the Prince of Rui's disappearance, she had already guessed the probing intent behind Ma Cheng's request for her to examine Murong Jin. If Ma Cheng was deliberately testing them, it meant the Marquis and Murong Jin might be intentionally concealing something. She deduced it likely had to do with the Prince of Rui.

Seeing Yu Miaomiao's dazed and foolish state, those people harbored no suspicions. They did not even bother to bind her hands or feet.

Yet, no matter how anxious they were, there was nothing to be done; they could only continue to march aimlessly forward, while waiting for the reports from the cavalry scouts they had sent out.