Chapter 51

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Yen Xiang would have been better off not bringing this up. The moment she did, Chu Tiankuo’s face darkened, his features tightening as if coated in lacquer.

Mo Nansheng still remembered how Qianye had been unable to stop praising Jiangnan on the very first day they arrived. She certainly had not looked as though she were pretending.

“Mm—” Shui Yiren was kissed again. Hot breath brushed across her face, painting her pretty cheeks with a flush.

Ning Xi was an orphan, taken in by an old man. He was obedient and sensible, almost excessively well-behaved. Not only did he willingly take care of all the household chores, he also held several part-time jobs outside.

Those words should have come from Lan Lingyu, but Chu Tiankuo beat her to them. Lan Lingyu secretly laughed to herself. She had never expected Chu Tiankuo to protect Shuimai so fiercely. It was obvious that he cared a great deal about her.

A prince’s residence was, after all, a prince’s residence. Even the rooms near this secluded side entrance, where hardly anyone ever passed, were heated by underground furnaces. Qianye casually left his umbrella beneath the eaves, removed his cloak without a care, and stepped inside.

Tianya had only been at the Cang residence for a few months, but he already knew quite a bit about what was happening outside.

She had heard the sound of an arrow being released, so naturally she assumed it had struck the rabbit.

Yet where were they supposed to find any high-grade kindling? On the backward Radiant Martial Continent, cultivators knew only how to use their own true flames as tinder. Apart from true flame, they knew nothing.

Shen Mubai opened her eyes and saw a face close at hand. The man’s eyelids were lowered slightly, his deep gaze resting on her.

Xu Jinbai was the Xu family’s Third Elder. He was immensely powerful, but eccentric by nature and addicted to killing. He also enjoyed torturing people bit by bit. No one knew how many innocent lives had already fallen into his hands.

I bit my lower lip as I stated my demands. I could taste the fishy sweetness spreading through my mouth, yet it could not compare with the bitterness in my heart.

Although Diaodiao had clearly said that Yao Mowan was looking for Qi Canglan, Huan Luo insisted on coming along.

“Impossible!” the Grand Ding Lord said pale-faced, both hands digging fiercely into his thighs to keep himself barely standing.

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Luo Chuqing was angry. She glared furiously at Xia Weiwei, venting all her rage on her close friend.

“Yiyi, have you eaten? Jueran made that dinner. Why not try some?” Ling Ruijue leaned against the low wall, half his body exposed, a bamboo pole in his hand, looking much like Jiang Taigong fishing.

Xiao Jueran’s eyes flickered. He hurriedly closed his mouth, and the fingers he had extended slowly withdrew, one by one.

What would happen if she learned that Zhang Xin had nearly killed me, and that I had sent her to prison? What grudge did the Chen family bear against my father, exactly, that had left Chen Jiajia so torn, trapped in this complicated relationship?

Over the past few days, Autumn Chrysanthemum and the others had also come several times. They had awakened not long after Zifeng and the others, so whenever anything happened during those days, Autumn Chrysanthemum was generally the one who came to inform them.

“I told you to take it, so take it! Stop fussing like some woman!” the dean scolded unhappily.

More than a decade of affection seemed to plummet in an instant. It hurt terribly, but she believed she could endure it. She had calmly watched him betray her back then, so how could she possibly feel even the slightest reluctance when she left?

The division of the tribulation clouds was determined by the strength and potential of the person undergoing tribulation. Generally speaking, the greater their strength and potential, the more formidable the tribulation clouds would be.

When making the first move in a chess game, one had to consider not only how the opponent might play but also plan one’s own counterattack. In other words, every move required thinking three moves ahead. Such painstaking concentration was mentally exhausting, and Cheng Yaojin lasted only two days before giving up.

Although Liu Dehua was only at the eighth level of the Martial Emperor realm, his escape speed was not the least bit inferior to his own. Along the entire journey, Xiong Batian had actually failed to overtake Liu Dehua, which was why they arrived at Yellowstone Town almost simultaneously. His voice was filled with endless grievance.

They were traveling along a broad road. There were not many pedestrians, but people still passed by from time to time. Since the monkeys had to follow those ahead of them, they had no choice but to use their lightness skills as they hurried onward. Their swift whooshing speed drew sidelong glances from the passersby.

Cheng Yaojin had said that merely to fob off Li Shimin. After all, compared with himself, Li Shimin was closer to Li Jiancheng. If he let Li Shimin know everything, it would be tantamount to placing his life in the hands of the Li clan. Such foolishness was hardly the act of a wise man.

But one thing puzzled Li Shang: why had this object vanished outright? Was it because it had shaken too violently, or was there some other reason?

That man’s credibility had fallen to zero—or even below zero—three years ago. And now he was telling her he was merely going to take a look?

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If they were only seeking excitement, then after meeting Lanlan, they would surely become even quieter and more desolate than before.

Jia Renyi glanced at the lovey-dovey Chang Gexing and Zhu Guier, and a shadow of gloom appeared in his eyes.

The scene descended into chaos, as though a thousand bees were buzzing incessantly. It was enough to give anyone a headache, and nothing could be heard clearly.

By human reckoning, he was indeed several years older than Bing Ling. But by the standards of the demon race, he and Bing Ling were both still children.

During the initial recruitment, most of the soldiers were Han slaves. There were at least fifty thousand Han slaves throughout Suiye River, along with hundreds of thousands of slaves from other races.

But if one actually said such words aloud, the listeners would often be left dumbfounded and pale-faced. They might even fly into a rage and turn against you on the spot.

The white-haired old man leaped into the air and landed on that leaf. The leaf then drifted away horizontally, farther and farther, carrying the white-haired elder until both vanished where sea and sky met.

After struggling onward, we climbed a considerable distance, but the summit was still very far away.

He had even obtained a book on basic sewing techniques… He felt that his skills were beginning to develop in a very strange direction.

Jia Huan led Qingwen into the room. Baochai, Daiyu, Xiangyun, Li Wan, and the three beauties of the Jia household were all there with their maids.

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