156 Flickering Candle in the Wind! Entertainment, "Danger"!

PS: Thanks to the reader "I Love Asuna" for becoming the steward of this book. It's too late today, and the winter chill is biting, so I’ll add extra content for you tomorrow.

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“Two-star adjusted monster ‘Sin: Parallel Gear’ synchronizes with eight-star monster ‘Sin: Stardust Dragon’!”

2 stars + 8 stars = 10 stars

“Darkness born from the rift between dimensions, on this stage that spans time and space, let the curtain of destruction rise! Synchro summon! Sin: Contradiction Dragon!!”

“Yes! Find a place and go die on your own!” The middle-aged man with sharp eyes, who normally wouldn’t react to Gu Yue’s words, mechanically repeated this phrase and then turned away.

Don’t be fooled by Jun Wuyan’s young age; his martial arts are exquisite, his mind cunning, and his strategic genius unmatched. Even those of them who have lived more than half their lives look up to him in awe. All past underestimations were put aside after the throne changed hands four years ago.

“This is how you hold the ball. The center of your hand should be hollow; you can’t grip it too tightly,” Chen Xiazhou came over and saw Yang Ru being taught hand-in-hand how to hold the ball, while the other person looked utterly engrossed.

Lin Shenshen’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She couldn’t help but lift her head and look at the sky, blinking hard.

“You may stand at ease. I’m sure that even if you haven’t left this courtyard, you must know what has happened outside,” Helian Heya said as he sat on the high seat, looking at the mother and child.

It was Gu Enen, wearing a red coat, her face bare of makeup. Perhaps because of her pregnancy, she wore flat shoes and held some papers in her hand.

But Cold Mu Han said nothing, nor did she feel she could. She forced down the unease in her heart, biting her lip in silence.

Yun Duoduo spoke calmly, “The whole capital knows the crown prince's body is weak. Even if he couldn’t come to the wedding, that’s understandable. But if they pick a quarrel over this, and the royal family tries to bring down the Yun family in the future, the people of the capital will see it as justified.”

Bo Rui had not returned to Beijing from City X yet. Out of habit, he made a video call to ask about Bo Rui’s situation today. But most of the call was taken up by people from the Bo Emperor Group crowding before the camera, asking when he would return to City X to take over the Bo Emperor Group.

Because both sides were ‘quite’ busy, and Gu Lanshan’s health had been less than ideal these days, the formal meeting between the two families was postponed until the twenty-seventh day of the first lunar month.

The scorching air seemed disturbed by low-frequency sound waves, causing the earth to tremble slightly. In the distance, a chorus of calls rose and fell, deep and majestic.

“Alright, then I’ll send you a red envelope.” Li Yao, as a gold VIP user, had no limit on the amount. Immediately, Leng Ruo Bing received the largest red envelope she had ever gotten.

Leng Ran took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. His eyes seemed to shine even in the darkness.

If you have a villa, would you care about someone else’s thatched hut? Surely not.

This time, Wang Chen discerned that the weary male voice seemed to come from deep within a certain cavern.

Yin Si was unconcerned that this attack might cost them their lives; at worst, they would suffer light injuries. This was already him showing mercy.

Si Jiu hastily gathered his focus and began to fight alongside the newcomer. This newcomer was none other than the Old Immortal Wei Wo! By his nature, Wei Wo would never save someone without reason, but he was not alone now; the Fire Phoenix followed closely by his side.

Swish, swish, swish—the spinning snow lotus suddenly unleashed countless rays of sacred light petals, shooting toward Wang Chen, who was enveloped in a mist of blood.

He weakly lifted his gaze and, upon seeing me, his eyes briefly flickered with the light of life.

Chen Yi also felt fear, but it was the humble, powerless kind inspired by absolute force—not like Gu Mengyao’s dark and sinister path, which held an innate dread of such pure, divine power.