Chapter 82

He truly did not anticipate the arrival of our child, which is why he never uttered those words to me. In his heart, this child simply could not exist, so he treated us the way he did.

“If you keep teasing me like this, I’ll think you’re not getting enough exercise…” Ye Jinglan mischievously seized her fingers.

Xia Ruxue walked out of the prosecutor’s office building in a daze, her eyes empty, as if her soul had fled.

Qi Cai’s gaze burned as he looked at the great sword; after all, it was an imperial weapon with limitless potential. For people like them, it could devour metal and raise its rank even further.

Especially in such circumstances, many things seemed to become clearer, yet the tangled results remained impossible to unravel.

He gently drew Su Yi Yao before him, sitting her down upon the bench and combing her hair with a jade comb. Su Yi Yao, for a moment, ought to have resisted his touch, but upon seeing the Medicine Immortal’s demeanor, she felt not the slightest discomfort, but rather a sense of closeness.

On the other side, she didn’t need to lift her head to sense Ye Jinglan’s blade-like gaze; if she dared utter another word, he would cut her to pieces.

“Alright, let’s leave it at that for now. We’ll talk when we meet tomorrow.” Liu Mang finished speaking and hung up the phone. It was time to rest. He did nothing else, locked the door, took a shower, and went straight to bed.

Yao Sisi was different. The moment she heard that laughter, her delicate body trembled sharply and she immediately looked toward Liu Yong.

“What is it, are you proposing to me? Isn’t it a bit late now?” Zhu Jiaxuan laughed lightly, yet did not refuse. She took the bouquet and inhaled its fragrance.

Such a place could drive anyone mad; many would think they had entered some kind of formation, endlessly changing direction, trying to escape the woods. Yet the more they tried, the more they circled, when in truth, as long as they followed the right path, they would eventually find their way out.

A group of the most powerful seniors brandished eight-zhang-long battle energy blades, clashing fiercely with the weakened Ye Lin and others, fighting with exuberant spirits. Their wild voices threatened to grind the freshmen to dust.

“You know nothing, but your subordinate agreed to a wager with me. If I win, we get to leave!” Qiu Canghai declared.

Behind thick curtains, Duan Jiangbei reported his meeting with Xu You, repeating every word, including Xu You’s tone and gestures, almost exactly as they had been.

Lu Yu took a deep breath; he didn’t understand any of this, but he wouldn’t pursue it too much. After all, it was all his own—what was the origin? Whether he figured it out or not, what difference did it make?

“Sometimes it’s better to remain still than to act rashly! Before the enemy’s strength is clear, do not make a move, lest they exploit our weakness and defeat us one by one! Xiaoyun, at the martial arts tournament, you must follow my orders and not obey anyone else!” Master Xuan Zhen instructed.

It went without saying—the comparison was obvious. No matter how outstanding someone was, next to Beiming Ye, they faded into insignificance.

Perhaps there was some secret shame, or perhaps a hold over them. In truth, it was simple: if this young woman could easily escape Lu Yu’s ‘demonic grasp,’ she would have done so long ago. Why would she wait until today, allowing the Medicine Valley to gain the advantage?

Yi Fan was struck and sent flying, his body smashing into the ground and leaving a crater.

With a single sentence, Leng Meiying shut Bai Feng up, leaving him speechless. On the battlefield, there is no father or son; in the academy, there are no royals. It was the old emperor’s own instruction, so how could he dare rebut?

“Why? Why are you treating me this way? Can’t you even give me these few days? Do you know how long I waited for this? You promised to accompany me—do you know how happy I was? Can’t you even lie to me once?” Ling Mo suddenly shouted. He had held back for so long, and finally broke down.

“Chief Director, I don’t mean to use Airlong’s money, but to divide a portion of the railway’s ownership to Airlong,” Chu Keqiu said, suggesting to split the railway into two parts, both still Han Yao’s, but essentially dividing the profits.

After speaking, Dong Dazhuang turned away with a cheerful smile, even forgetting the tasks Li Biao had entrusted to him.

Now, the Guards’ cavalry numbered a hundred thousand, and there was a special demolition squad. No matter how sturdy the city, it was nothing but tofu in the face of the demolition team.

Though he was twelve or thirteen years older than the Neo-Confucian brothers Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi—being their cousin—even as elders, the Cheng brothers criticized him for his “painstaking efforts.”

Li Luocheng hesitated for a moment, intending to hold up a single finger, but after a pause, he instead gestured the number eight.

With anxious hearts, the two logged onto Storm Music, and sure enough, they had been knocked off the original monthly chart.

She bitterly regretted leaving in such haste, having brought nothing with her. If she had a weapon now, she would have killed Huo Junyan without hesitation.

The carriage rumbled along; Shi Yanqing turned back, lifting the curtain to gaze at Qu Guangxiu, who still stood there.

Wei Xi felt a pang of guilt; after all, it was she who had raised her voice first. Usually, this easily led Zou Xuan to follow suit.