Volume 1, Chapter 34: Shall We Go to the Courtyard or Stay on the Daybed?

It was not the first time Lu Yan had spent the night in the same room as Qiao An, but it was his first time doing so as her boyfriend. Even though nothing untoward happened, a lingering sweetness filled his heart.

Baicai and Mu Cheng were both skilled, but considering their opponent was their host, they did not want to push him too far and thus chose to admit their fault obediently.

"Forget about the rest. Since you have 15,000, take it out. Your mother and I will try to scrape together another 5,000. Give that 20,000 to your brother-in-law first, and then talk to him nicely about the remainder; he isn't the type to press you relentlessly."

His name was You Hai, a mid-stage Grade One Necromancer. Having already sustained significant injuries under the assault of the Nether Leopard, they feared that if things continued this way, they would truly become the beast's next meal.

With that, Qiao An, whose mood was already clouded, pulled open the door to the reception room and left without looking back.

"How could you keep such a major life event as marriage from us? And why didn't you invite us to the wedding?"

"Otherwise, when you get older and your youth fades, your chances of finding an excellent man will drop significantly. There are plenty of good men in the world; only when you love yourself will society reflect that love back to you. Discover this and change your life early; do not procrastinate, or you will end up with nothing."

As the disinfectant spray hit the wound, the stinging sensation made Qiao An gasp and let out a soft cry of pain.

Liu Yue stayed busy until late that night before lying down to rest, yet he kept opening his eyes to glance at the white floor-to-ceiling windows, tossing and turning in sleeplessness.

Xiao Mengyu waved at Song Xiaoxiao, cast a subtle glance at Meng Zhe, and then clicked her heels as she prepared to walk into the main entrance.

It was just like when one reaches the level of a Cosmic God in the Chaos Realm; the soul undergoes a metamorphosis, and the speed of comprehension and deduction increases dramatically.

He was fairly confident in his sketching skills, especially after he had recently become "gifted," but he never expected to find clues so rapidly.

The buffalo before them looked incredibly fierce and robust; it would surely be a great help for farm work.

"No, I absolutely cannot swallow this insult," the lieutenant said, his eyes glaring fiercely at the room.

He activated the Samehada in his hand, intending to teach the other party a lesson, but the moment the blade touched the man’s neck, it became jammed.

This undercover operation—was it not completely different from what had been envisioned? Never mind the officer, even Officer Zhou himself had not expected he would actually have time to lounge on a sun chair and admire the "exotic scenery."

"Well, it's still early, take your time cleaning up," Mother Zhou said, petting Yaoyao and placing her on the tree-shaped cat tower before she began to tidy the table.

*Zzz-hiss—* The main battery of the Lepanto-class missile frigate was a 50-caliber, single-barrel mega-particle cannon. The frigate’s gunner could not lock onto the enemy via radar and thus had to rely on test firing to gauge the distance.

Everyone listened intently, and one young man who had only recently become a Suppression-level practitioner listened with such relish that a look of longing appeared on his face.

"You all continue forward; we will run another forty paces ahead!" Zhu Da ordered in a low voice. The laborers looked bewildered, but Zhou Qingyun nodded, his pace remaining steady.

The reply was somewhat non-sequitur, but Li He could sense that Zhu Da’s mood was off, so he did not press the matter.

After drinking the water, Chen Danian tried to scoop some more, keeping his eyes fixed on Fang Zheng, waiting to see his reaction.

With this, the King’s wish was fulfilled. He stopped killing monks, and thus there was no longer any conflict with the pilgrims.

The pirate ship sailed as if through the open ocean, with sailors gazing into the void on either side, while the sails on the ship billowed as if caught by a phantom wind.

"Hey, where is the camera? Where did our camera go?" Ni Lifen asked after checking carefully several times.

Chunyu Jingtian was known for doing things in unconventional ways. Though she did not fear him, he was, after all, an elder with deep ties to her master, so it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Your Highness King Jing, bathed in such glory, are you planning to expose my familiarity with medicinal herbs right here and now?"

After Shi Jingtang died, Shi Chongrui should have succeeded him. But suddenly, a man stood up, surveying the court with disdain, and spoke.

The family of three stood by the roadside, catching their breath. Zhu Shitou hesitated for a moment before turning back to retrieve the farm tools he had left in the field, then began the walk home.

He wore a grey tunic and a conical bamboo hat that covered him from head to toe. With a saber at his waist, the commoners saw him and immediately steered clear.

Usi, a mage not yet twenty years old, suddenly stood before Ensha like a towering mountain when Ensha tried to defeat him. This "Mount Usi" had peaks that pierced the clouds, unreachable and insurmountable. One look at him was enough to drain anyone's confidence in challenging him.

When one identifies with a self-definition, one becomes a part of that definition, believing these external things to be oneself. When reality conflicts with this, it triggers intense emotional upheaval.

She was also helpless; it was not that she hadn't worked hard or that she wasn't talented, but simply that her mentor was no longer at Yan University, and she had become Tan Dejiang's teaching assistant.

These sects spent their days dealing with corpses and ghosts; manipulating the undead was merely a trivial skill for them.

It was a river bend with exceptionally lush vegetation, but now, the leaves of the reeds and irises were soaked through with blood.

As if he had known he would come, Zhou Yingxiong’s expression remained quite natural, save for a slight lifting of his eyelids.

This was the Ning estate, and today was the grand celebration of Elder Ning’s birthday. For Qin Chen to be so flamboyant and steal the spotlight was nothing short of contempt for them.

This complex underground cavern held a secret passage leading directly inside the Xuanchuan Pass. It was a contingency plan secretly prepared by the Ning family, so that in the event of an unforeseen disaster and the fall of the city, the remaining troops would have a place to hide. The cave had running water; they only needed to stock up on oilcloth and easy-to-store food.

Flames danced in his cold eyes. However, when Xu Kuo spoke of the second matter, he was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

The Crown Prince walked straight past the threshold, following the eunuch. He gazed at the pure white figure wreathed in flowing clouds. Lianyi still wore a smile on her lips, but how could he know that she was not only worried about meeting the Emperor for the first time, but also about her right hand, which had become almost completely immobile?

Better safe than sorry. Qiao Chu made an immediate decision, hailed a taxi to the hospital, and underwent a full-body checkup to see what was wrong.

Seeing her daughter being pushed out, eyes wide and scanning the crowd—having only ever seen her lying motionless in bed with eyes closed—Mother Tian felt the tears she had finally stopped flowing once more.

"How the killer entered the scene remains a mystery; I haven't solved it either." Tang Long was at a loss; he, too, had no idea how the culprit had gained access.