Volume One, Chapter 40: Feelings Must Be Nurtured Slowly

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Du Juan’s face remained deathly pale as she queued to receive the meat.

Even after she decided to pretend to be mute and stopped responding to anyone, the taunts and jeers followed her from beginning to end.

The moment that made Du Juan most nervous was when she walked up to Shen Aodong.

She watched him seize a handful of meat, place it on the small tray at one end of the scale, weigh it, and then hand it to her.

Du Juan’s hands trembled faintly.

She had already anticipated all the ways Shen Aodong might humiliate her.

At that point, even if he had been able to maintain control of his reason, Chu Bai could not possibly have drawn him into the Pure White World… mainly because it simply could not be done. The Pure White Space was unable to pull strange creatures in directly… unless there was physical contact, or unless the creature was killed and devoured.

But such attacks could not be sustained for long. Supernatural abilities were not inexhaustible, while there were an astonishing number of mutated spiders, and their webs continued to pour forth without end. Once his abilities were depleted, dealing with the webs through martial arts alone would be far too difficult.

Zheng Tianyang had been stationed in the Northern Frontier, while Li Yu had been stationed in Meriken. Xiaotian had arranged all this long ago, with the purpose of monitoring Gesalier and the other countries. Should anything happen, they could support one another.

To be honest, did those bandits truly have no idea how these Hidden Sword youths managed to hide right beside them without being discovered?

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When the maid Qiushuang, who was riding in the same carriage, saw that Shu Yao had awakened, she reached out and took the hand warmer from her arms, intending to replace the charcoal inside.

Chen Yuan came back to himself and nodded, while secretly trying once more to use his glasses to absorb the strange energy within the jade.

“Go on, then.” Feng Tianhai appeared to be listening attentively, while inwardly wondering whether the old fellow was about to unleash some ultimate move.

Yan Hua did not know that Zhao Yanhuan already knew Yu Zi. Seeing her look at Yu Zi, he introduced Yu Zi to Zhao Yanhuan.

“Pfft… I’m sorry, I’m sorry, General Wang. I didn’t mean to laugh at you…” Ying Tian’s adjutant burst out laughing. When he saw the general glaring at him in displeasure, he hurriedly waved both hands.

“Eat first.” Shadow Tiger looked toward his disciple. His body, formed from shadows, dispersed and transformed into a gigantic black tiger.

Even with the situation so perilous, Meng Hui could not help praising Shen Yu’s astonishingly accurate archery. One had to understand that this was not a level shot, but an arrow fired upward. Unless one were a divine marksman, it would likely have been impossible to strike the target with a single arrow—let alone pierce through two people.

The ring had sharply defined edges, and one slap immediately left a searing bloody mark.

The kitchen door was open, and from a distance, Axue saw Chunlan holding a palm-leaf fan and fanning the fire beneath the medicine stove.

“I know. I just can’t bear to part with her.” From Consort Song, Madam Lü Er had also learned that Consort Xiang had come to hate Lü Xiang’er. In her heart, she completely overlooked Princess Jingrou’s threats toward Lü Xiang’er. She merely believed that if not for Lü Xiang’er, Princess Jingrou would never have married so far away.

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Seeing this, Song Yuan found this residence for Madam Lü Er. Unable to refuse him, she came with him to take a look. Unexpectedly, the moment she saw it, Madam Lü Er fell in love with the house. Perhaps she had been influenced by Lü Xiang’er. After doing the calculations, Madam Lü Er felt that renting it would not be worthwhile, so she bought it instead and had some simple renovations done.

Shen Ruolin’s expression turned cold. Sheng Beizhou’s sarcastic words were clearly meant to mock her.

The Noble Consort merely stroked the tassels hanging from her hairpin, her expression serene, as though the matter had nothing to do with her.

The second time the eel revived, its resistance showed that it had not yet been beaten into submission. The third time it revived, the eel begged for mercy again, proving that it was conserving its strength.

Gu Qing took the bundle, feeling its weight heavily in both heart and hands. Though she knew her benefactor was firm in her decisions, she still could not help urging her once more.

However, when she had previously fed Chen Chu the medicine, Chen Renjie, Elder Wang, Mu Feng, Mingyue, and the others had all been present. There was no possibility of denying it.

Siyue sighed helplessly. After squeezing out the only word she could think of to describe Wan Tianyou, she waved her hand.

Because her primary personality consciousness was sealed away, the moment she awoke, she created a dream for herself. She gave herself an identity and came to believe that she truly was Zhang Buxi, who had somehow transmigrated into Zhang Buxi’s body.

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