038 Want to Sleep Beside You

After a brief conversation, the two were about to step onto the stage. Jiang Zeyu reached out to her, taking her hand as they left the platform together.

Backstage, Gu Siyuan clapped his hands. “Not bad at all. I’ve discovered that Zeyu is quite talented. If he hadn’t become an actor back then, but instead pursued a career as an idol, perhaps I wouldn’t even have a job now.”

“You still care about that?” Jiang Zeyu, for once, didn’t greet him with a cold face, joining in the joke.

Though the two had kept in touch less over the past couple of years, their relationship remained friendly. Jiang Zeyu simply didn’t want to face him. In the past, Qu Wan was his fiancée, but he developed feelings for her, harboring sordid thoughts. Later, when he learned their engagement was cancelled, he went out of his way to marry her.

Because of this, he accepted the sudden onset of death and schemed against all his enemies. Caesar would always be Caesar—even his own death was orchestrated as a sharp weapon to strike at his political foes.

From the madman’s earlier words, they understood that the person below was an intruder, an enemy of their Chaotic Battle Sect. However, the man’s strength was overwhelming—at such a level, they had no qualification even to make a move.

Withdraw? Yes, for now, I can retreat, but what about Mysterious? If I go back, what meaning does my presence here hold? Emperor Jun could return at any moment; my time is far more limited than I imagined.

Although this is only a Silver Soul at the Ghost King level, as my abilities have improved, the Six Paths of Reincarnation itself has grown stronger. Blocking this attack shouldn’t be a problem.

“Why are you here too?” As Qin Yang opened the car door for her, Mo Xianan got in and asked. “I’m worried—afraid there might be reporters here,” Qin Yang answered, moving to sit on the other side.

Ci’an looked at the Emperor with a gentle smile and nodded in agreement. She herself was exhausted from the day’s turmoil, deciding to rise a bit later tomorrow and give herself a proper rest.

I am selfish, cruel, ignorant, impulsive, and worthless. Why should he still treat me so well? He shouldn’t forgive me; I don’t deserve forgiveness.

Li Danruo smiled without responding. Madam Liu didn’t pursue the topic further. Lady Dai arranged for refreshments, warmly offering them to Li Danruo, who sampled a couple of pieces, chatted idly with Madam Liu for a while, then took her leave.

Hulk, upon seeing Wang Kai, must have been quite impressed, because during battle, Hulk deliberately hammered robots toward Wang Kai, turning them into projectiles that crashed into him.

Just as he reached the doorway, he saw from outside that the sisters Xuexin and Xuewu were standing guard with swords, blocking the entrance. Ahead of them, they faced off against a squad of guards.

During this period, Li Cheng never ceased training his body and practicing the basic strengthening techniques and blade skills he had learned. Especially since he had experience battling the Crimson Tide, though it was his first time fighting another human, he showed no panic—his attacks remained as ruthless and decisive as those he learned from Tall Da Cai.

Those eager to ingratiate themselves or gain attention among the strong were kept outside the safety perimeter by security guards.

“Junior Ye Zhengfeng, pays respects to Senior Saint Hand Yan Luo.” After a shudder, Ye Zhengfeng regained his composure and respectfully bowed to the handsome youth.

A heart-wrenching howl echoed nearby, instantly putting Tiansheng on guard. His body was weak, and if he fought again, he would be hard pressed to keep up.

Upon receiving news from China, Han Yin Cheng keenly sensed this was his chance to turn the tide.

The newcomer was none other than Xuan Yuan Yao. She had been observing below, sensing the ongoing battle. Only when Tiansheng was knocked to the ground and she realized things were going awry did she rush over.

“Very well, Mr. Ling, I’ll make preparations right away,” Zhu Qingshan replied respectfully. He was now a cultivator who had entered the Dao through martial arts. His combat strength was undeniable; not even three Wu Laosan could match him.

“Jiang Zheyuan cursed you even at the moment of his death,” said Li Damao after Ling Duyu sat down. Ling Duyu settled into his seat, while Hu Meier and Qing Die remained standing behind him, one on each side, massaging his shoulders. Li Damao’s eyes reddened with envy as he watched.