Chapter 22: Happy Birthday

Zhao Baitong let out a muffled sound, her voice trembling with tears as she pleaded, “Please don’t, no, it can’t be like this…”

Her soft, catlike whimper did nothing to deter his impulse; instead, it only stirred his passion further.

He gave her no chance to resist, nibbling on her earlobe. “Didn’t you say you didn’t want this...”

“Shh!” Feng Hua raised a hand to her own mouth, her eyes warning them silently—under no circumstances must anyone find out that she had begun acting this way again.

“Do you know where the Daoist priestess Zheng De ranks in Qingxin Temple?” Old Master Li was still struggling to make conversation with Hua Weiluo, calling her “Daoist Priestess Zheng De” repeatedly, causing Hua Weiluo to wish she could just bring him a bowl of porridge to shut him up.

After the hot water was brought over, Qin Yuetian quickly submerged himself, leaving only his head above the surface as he leaned against the tub’s edge, eyes half-closed, his mind restless and tangled in thought.

“And then? Tell me everything! My sun must never come to harm!” I pleaded desperately.

Sure enough, when the door was pushed open, the sun was busily playing some game with an old man, while Huo Xiao Jin stood nearby, pointing at something.

As Xiao Ying spoke, she raised her fists high, swinging them mercilessly at Lü Chuhe, as if only by doing so could she release the pent-up grievances and fury she had harbored for so long.

Thinking quickly, I pulled out my phone, scrolled through the contacts until I found Cao Huan’s number, and anxiously dialed.

“Hee hee, Uncle Qiao, you’re Qiao Qiao’s father, right? Then that must make you my father too!” Ye Jinmei said with a simple smile, looking at Qiao Su as if it were the most natural thing.

Their contest wasn’t about swimming laps or distance, but rather about who could endure the longest, who would exhaust their stamina first.

Before, Li Ge didn’t understand, but gradually, after going through so much and witnessing countless sunrises and sunsets, he finally understood. No wonder Ye Zhen’s temperament was so patient and enduring. When it came to enemies, her methods resembled those of Mu Qing perfectly. It was only natural—they shared blood and lineage.

“I… I was just out with Michelle to clear my head,” Aier stammered. From Teacher Alpha’s attitude, Aier keenly sensed that the teacher did not want them to approach the boundary wall.

Hua Qingyi hadn’t even reacted when suddenly, as the blade was about to strike, He Qingyue dashed forward and with a swift motion blocked the blow. After the strike landed, a bloodied arm was sent flying.

Soon after, Ling Yue and the others each took out their flying boats, gathered their disciples, and, riding the winds and waves, disappeared into the distance.

When Xiuluocha turned eighteen, his father, Xiushi Yuan, suddenly fell ill and passed away shortly after. Having lost his mother in childhood and now his father, he was overwhelmed by grief and despair.

Misfortunes never come singly. At the very moment that Mo Lihai was besieged, Mo Liqing, Mo Lihong, and Mo Lishou all suffered attacks of varying severity the instant they awoke from their illusions.

Shaking his head, Li Ziyuan stopped dwelling on He Sanliang’s issues. Instead, he focused more on the feasibility of his own plan. But exactly what his next move should be still required careful thought. Without concrete intelligence, he needed to weigh his options repeatedly.

Ma Shanren screamed for help wildly, then suddenlyI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.