Book One, Chapter 50: How Did We End Up Taking Our Clothes Off?

Everyone around them was stunned by the scene, and Yun Chu frowned in displeasure.

“Sister.” Yun Yi hurried forward and helped Yun Yao to her feet, his face filled with concern.

Yun Feng looked at Yun Yi with utter disdain. A poor talent was a poor talent. Despite spending a year cultivating in the main family, he was still only a Grand Spirit Master.

“I’m being serious. Take this seriously,” Mo Xun complained. He was kneeling there with such solemnity, yet she treated him as though he were begging for alms.

Gangzi understood what she meant, but he was a police officer. He could not do that.

With a sharp whoosh, an arrow pierced straight through Cao Xing’s head. He fell from his horse at once. A shot through the brain—he was certainly dead.

Kebineng was already in peril on every side as he fought Zhang Fei. When he heard the cry just now, he was shaken to the core; then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Budugen die beneath Guan Ping’s blade. He was terrified out of his wits. He could barely hold his own against Zhang Fei alone—how could he withstand Guan Ping and Guan Yu, father and son, as well?

She looked left and right as she walked along the white corridor. The sharp smell of hospital disinfectant filled her nostrils, making her head feel even more dizzy. Her vision swayed, and she nearly missed it. She stepped backward. In the second-to-last ward at the end of the corridor, Xue Yihuai was sitting by the window in a hospital gown, receiving an intravenous drip.

As Lin Qing passed the Municipal Youth Palace, she saw a large crowd gathered there and, curious, moved closer.

Rong Yunxi gave a bitter laugh. Letting her imagination run wild? So, in his eyes, even her humble little hopes amounted to nothing more than wild fantasies.

The seawater was deeper than she had imagined. Perhaps because she was short to begin with, it seemed deeper still. After only a few strokes, she nearly swallowed a mouthful of water. Xue Yihuai had been watching her closely from her side, never expecting that she truly could not swim.

“Sis, what should we eat tonight? Let’s not have congee again, all right? I’m afraid I’ll have to get up for a midnight snack,” Ning Caiqi said.

After Li Jia’ang nodded, the landlord fled the scene as though he had just been pardoned. His bulky body moved with unprecedented speed.

Question after question left Wang Xuanxuan completely bewildered. She had no idea how to answer.

Ziyangzi placed Taoist Hongji on a wooden couch, poured him a cup of water, and put a cotton cushion behind his back so that he could sit half-reclined.

He lacked the courage to finish saying what he wanted to say. With grim resolve, he turned and walked out of the cave. Hearing his footsteps fade away, Ling Han’s roar rang out once more.

While they went off to take their exams, A Xu finally awoke in the rented apartment. He rubbed his throbbing temples, his mouth dry and parched.

Yinzhen stared at the ceiling, fully aware that someone had tampered with things—and that person was none other than the aristocratic young lord before him, Kui Xu. But for now, he could only pretend to know nothing.

“When the several of us discussed the matter the day before yesterday, Baoding Prefecture had no shortage of stored grain. How is it that the supplies have already been exhausted?”

Most of the councilors’ estates also lay within South Rivis. The unrest that had recently spread across the land would unquestionably cause those gentlemen’s properties to plummet in value. Thus, deeply displeased, the councilors had put forward their finance minister, who now used a report on the territory’s finances as a pretext to offer his advice.

She silently endured all of it while extracting every piece of information she needed from Joseph Conrad’s brain, which had not yet completely lost its vitality.

At present, it could do nothing but absorb the vital essence and blood of the underworld. There was simply no time to fill the ever-growing void within its body.

Yu Shisheng pushed open the bedroom door and saw that the cat, which should have been lying on its belly, now had its rear facing the doorway and its head pressed against the back of the sofa, as though it were being made to face the wall in penitence.

“Damn it! I’ve already taken out six Japanese just to save you!” Chen Tairan shouted irritably as he drove.

Sure enough, even after six years, its heart still did not belong to him. No matter how well he raised it, it was all for nothing.