Chapter 60: Clown Carnival (9)

"Not this one... nor this one either. Where could the rose be?"

The magician tossed away a distant white dove and a colorful ribbon with a troubled expression, while casually moving to Lilian's side.

Stepping close to her, he smiled and took Lilian's hand: "Let's try together. Perhaps the top hat will finally spit out the rose I want."

Lilian nodded.

Sure enough, under the bated breath of the audience, two hands—one large and one small—reached out from...

Under Suyang's relentless onslaught, the gloomy young man now appeared to be at the end of his tether, and it would likely not be long before he was struck down.

Since it was a regulation set by the Prime Minister's estate, it constituted national policy, leaving Jiang Yun with little room for further argument, as entangling himself in the matter any longer held little significance.

Ba Yingqiu tried to bypass his obstruction, but never expected the man to drop directly to his knees, wrapping his arms tightly around his legs.

Qu Shanhe joined the fray. There was simply no choice; given Huang An's current state, let alone killing Lin Yun, it was questionable how long he could even last against him. Thus, Qu Shanhe had no choice but to intervene.

Since the age of nine, Alice's body had begun showing signs of chill, followed by fainting spells. The royal family had secretly sought out numerous physicians for this, but to no avail.

"Damn it, how can anyone eat this much? Is he a bottomless pit?" Zhan Song cursed inwardly as he left.

"How am I supposed to know what comes next? Just follow your instincts. If this old lady could drag you along by force, you would have attained the Heavenly-Steel Body ages ago; you wouldn't have had to wait until now." After speaking in exasperation, the figure flashed into light and vanished completely.

Gu Nan said with a hint of excitement, quickly checking his Temple of the Evil God, though it remained completely motionless.

"Cultivating here for a month will undoubtedly bring remarkable improvements to our magic skills. It seems we've really struck gold," Lin Yun said, looking at the two excited individuals.

"His body-refining cultivation should be roughly on par with mine. If we were in the outside world, I'd probably win," Suyang thought to himself. Then, amidst a brilliant flash of light, he arrived at the ninety-fifth floor. On this floor, he once again had to face the lean man wielding a long spear.

Yesterday, he was still enjoying the juicy gossip about several Korean mercenaries returning to the LCK, only to turn around and find his own house collapsing?

His opponents were now all at the mid-to-late fourth-tier levels, and for toxic martial artists of this caliber, Profound-tier martial techniques were the mainstream.

Following the standard one-month deposit and three months' advance rent, Lin Nan forked over forty thousand yuan and moved into the apartment directly downstairs from Su Cheng with his suitcase that very day.

People felt both a sense of regret and profound pity. Such a fine young woman was just gone like that. Yet, if they were to encounter such a situation again, they still wouldn't step in to help—other people's lives were precious, but one's own life mattered above all else.

"After all these years, don't you know what kind of person I am? How could I possibly bring this up to others? If they found out, wouldn't they laugh their heads off at me? I'm not that foolish. Why did I see you dressed more prettily than usual today? Could it be that you have a date with someone?"

Zhang Liang had no objections to this. After all, regardless of everything, Leng Xinghe was still the master of a major faction; how could he personally reply to Sun Wu? If that Immortal Lord came to make inquiries, then receiving a reply from Leng Xinghe would be fitting and would not diminish his status.

"Master..." So even immortals had such tragic pasts. This master of his, seemingly powerful beyond compare, also harbored heartbreak.

Lan He went all out, continuously executing the White Jade Hand technique with astonishing might. Every palm strike was heavy with momentum, clashing head-on with Mu Hai without losing any ground. Instead, Mu Hai exposed a flaw due to his haste and took a hit, flying backward before spitting out a mouthful of blood with a sharp *pfft*.

Zhang Meng was so embarrassed she desperately wanted to burrow under the covers, but she knew she couldn't afford to do that just yet, as she still had serious matters to discuss with the man before her.