Volume 1, Chapter 29: Adopted Sister

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After Ling Luoyu explained it this way, Huang Long and Qi Yue finally felt somewhat relieved. Without further ado, they began stripping off their clothes.

Yun Chujiu then led everyone into the room next door to take a look. Apart from its exquisite decorations, its layout and furnishings were no different from those of an ordinary residence.

Twelfth Moon was the dowry the Queen Mother of the West had prepared especially for the Human Emperor—or, more precisely, a treasure map forged specifically for him. In other words, only the Human Emperor could open it.

Though he clearly resented her, he had no choice but to compromise and meet her in secret just so he could see her and speak with her.

Seeing Stone pleading bitterly, clearly burdened by some shameful difficulty, Duan Tianyu became even more certain of his suspicions. He exchanged a glance with Su Molian, as though seeking her opinion.

The man’s expression was indifferent and aloof. Every movement he made carried a natural, effortless nobility. His elegant and distinguished bearing made him impossible to ignore.

A sudden sound of something tearing through the air rang out behind her. Startled, he immediately leapt into the air and turned around warily.

Qi Ye ignored it completely, while Ye Weilan looked perfectly at ease, as though the two of them had merely come to attend a banquet as husband and wife.

When he had been furious just now, his first reaction had been to question Gu Lan and the others for their irresponsibility.

A filthy man like him—what had he ever done to deserve someone as wonderful as her, someone who understood him so well?

In truth, Wang Hui had just suffered damage to his mind because his psychic avatar had been slain in Ku Rong Lin Mu’s mental world. That was why he had spat out a mouthful of blood.

When Chunzhu and the others saw that the maids who had once ranked below them in the Yidu Prince’s Residence now lived more comfortably than they did after entering the palace, and were even frequently sending money home to support their families, while they themselves were repeatedly mistreated by the Empress, they could not help grumbling in private. They also began to show a little disrespect toward Qiyun.

He swung his claw again, flinging Wang Hui’s body away. It crashed to the ground and smashed out a large crater.

“You’ve been waiting for me these past few days, but I never came back. Today I was simply too tired, so I went to bed first.” After Liu Momo said this, Zhang Zhong set down the bowls and chopsticks, cleared away the things on the table, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

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At that moment, Prince Gong had completely abandoned everything. He no longer had the heart to concern himself with anything at all. The instant they heard his words, everyone below rose to their feet.

No one had expected such a thing to happen. It was not only him—even the Crown Prince was utterly stunned.

“This should be it. Take it to him and give it to him.” Xiao Wuming’s face was somewhat pale, and when he stood up, his body swayed unsteadily.

This scorpion was only equivalent to a life index of seventy or eighty, so it posed no threat to Wang Hui. In the past, it certainly would not have been his match, and he might even have perished. But now, the situation was completely different.

How many days had it been? Ever since this strange man had rescued her, while she was suffering from qi deviation, from the hands of those orthodox martial artists, he had brewed herbal medicine for her every day, made her take medicine, and occasionally used his palm force to regulate the disordered energy within her body. Yet he never dressed her, nor did he paw at her like those other men.

“There’s tea today?” The moment tea was mentioned, Wen Mozheng immediately perked up. Especially when he saw Jun Wunian expertly warming the cup and pouring in the water, his overly innocent eyes seemed almost ready to spill over with boundless anticipation.

In his heart, Xia Qingfeng’s status had already been elevated without limit. What kind of people were they? Where had they come from? Could they be aliens wearing human skin?

A nearby vendor looked on enviously. The way he gazed at Hao Lang was the way one looked at a wealthy patron. It was a pity that he himself sold only ordinary clothes.

From their scattered explanations, Shangguan finally understood: Formless Peak—the one where the mountain gate stood, the only peak amid the waters surrounded by the Three Thousand Schools of Magic—had once been extraordinarily glorious. Now it had fallen into decline, and only an elder named Zheng Wuwei remained behind, stubbornly guarding the mountain gate.

Tao Zhuo watched his approaching figure, her right hand clenched tightly. She did not even notice that the bow of her instrument had pressed a mark into her palm.

Nezha looked at Zishou with a hint of evasiveness in his eyes. Ever since Taiyi Zhenren had accepted him as a disciple, his master had been instilling in him the belief that the Cheng Tang dynasty would perish and the Zhou dynasty would rise, telling him that he would one day become the vanguard of Zhou and would surely crush Yin Shang.

Fan Xiaoyou had grown somewhat pessimistic, but she did not want her marriage to be controlled by the adults. She bit her lip, and an idea began to take shape in her mind.

In the distance, Lilia, who had fired a shot, did not hurry to continue attacking. Instead, she waited until Hao Lang had finished everything.

It was pitch-black all over, with long tusks and an enormous body. At a glance, it was clearly a wild boar—but most importantly, its entire body radiated a dense aura of yin.

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“Even without what happened today, you’ve often made things difficult for our entertainment center. Let’s settle both the old and new accounts today. Apologize, and I’ll accept it.” Song Nanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, an unusual chill appearing in his gaze.

Fan Xiaoyang had never expected Fan Xiaoyou to actually slap him. Covering his cheek, he looked at her with a wounded expression.

Lu Ran felt as though he had been holding himself back for several lifetimes. He crossed her hands together and raised them above her head, then leaned over, took the leather strap, and bound her wrists tightly.

Just as the spoon was about to be pulled from her mouth, she instinctively clamped her teeth shut and bit down on it, causing Qin Jing’an to pull at nothing.

After a night of heavy snow, Shangjing City became a world of white. Yet the red silk stretching all along the road made it especially festive. The Princess’s Residence was brightly decorated and filled with merriment, dispelling much of its usual coldness and silence.

Jianyue naturally knew that every movement she made was being watched by the other party. One look at Chu Tianyi’s eyes told her everything. Even so, she still had to leave the city.

The Gu Residence had begun bustling with activity. Gu Huaijin had accumulated countless military achievements outside, so naturally the Emperor would reward him. Lord Gu had gone to the palace early that morning.

However, once Diyi Su emerged, it seemed that the foul smell around them truly disappeared. At least, all she could smell was the faint, clean fragrance of a man.

With that, she staggered to her feet and walked over to Chen Xiao, intending to examine his injuries. She knew very well how powerful Erlang Shen was; after all, the injuries covering her body had all been inflicted by him.

There were many day-shift doctors at the Cursed Hospital, but only ten doctors worked the night shift. That number had remained unchanged for a long time—until a few days ago.

The experimental building at the night school was not tall, only four stories high. Rather than being used for students’ experiments, it was more like a mere facade project.

His heart was filled with thoughts of the peerlessly beautiful Hua Yao. After returning, he became cold toward all his concubines, showing favor only to Mujin because he believed she was an exceptionally understanding woman. This provoked the formally wedded First Prince’s Consort into secretly grinding her silver teeth in resentment.

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