Chapter 65: An Inseparable Couple

The warmth of the hibiscus-adorned bed kept the sound of the rain shut out.

Jiang Nian clutched her garments, her shoulders trembling slightly as his fingers traced the scar upon her skin.

Though twilight had not yet fallen, the rainy day was gloomy, and the lamps within the room had already been lit. Jiang Nian reached out, intending to rise and extinguish the candlelight.

In the next instant, Pei Jiuru caught her slender arm, leaning down to lightly bite her wrist.

Jiang Nian’s heart experienced a violent jolt. It did not hurt, but it was far too embarrassing: "You..."

After gathering the supplies, Liang Yan drove the vehicle toward Tao Xi, heading in the direction of Fu Xinke.

Despite having reached the age of fifty, Wang Wangwen did not look his age. There were very few white hairs mixed into his locks, and his face was entirely free of wrinkles. Clad in plain cloth, he was a remarkably clean and simple physician.

This remark spoke the plain truth. To think that Cecilia Cheung had actually filmed passionate scenes with a Japanese actor—Wu Jiang felt a lingering sense of indignation.

An'an could easily picture the teacher's mischievous smirk; whenever the teacher started praising her, it usually meant there was a troublesome task waiting for her.

Yet Wu Jiang was certain that Zhou Ji's phone was powered on, and that the call had just been abruptly hung up. When Wu Jiang dialed again, it indicated that the phone was turned off.

The turning point had occurred ten years ago. Lady Song passed away from an illness, and Liu Zhengyan logically elevated Zhao Yuanyuan to the status of primary wife, ordering Liu Changting to formally acknowledge Zhao Yuanyuan as his mother. However, Liu Changting had a bitter falling out with Zhao Yuanyuan and resolutely left the Liu household to establish his own independent household. Since then, he only returned occasionally on the anniversary of Lady Song's death to offer sacrifices.

At this moment, the common people's expectations of her were far less fervent than they had been at the beginning. Especially after the House of Butterfly Love produced such an astonishing creation, some had even concluded that the House of Butterfly Love had won.

Calculated in terms of value and effect, the price of beef multiplied by hundreds or thousands of times from Earth to the Metropolis of the River of Stars, and then multiplied by tens of thousands of times again from the Metropolis of the River of Stars to the Forgotten.

The words lingered on the tip of his tongue before being swallowed back down. Perhaps driven by personal selfishness, Qin Yuguang ultimately kept those words unsaid, offering only words of comfort by her side.

Hearing this, the crowd chuckled knowingly, well aware that this was a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for Lin Feng. After all, besides those few professional powerhouses within the club, Tie Shan was universally acknowledged as possessing the most formidable strength.

With this single strike, the ferocious and murderous aura radiating from the demonic wolf surged toward Fang Yun like a tidal wave. It nearly suffocated his spirit, pinning him down as if he were crushed beneath a boulder weighing tens of thousands of catties, rendering him completely unable to move.

The tens of millions of players in the main city of Chris were left utterly numb, their faces blank and devoid of expression, completely at a loss as what to do.

By now, Song Si and the others had also found their own beliefs. The story that unfolded around Mu Qibing provided them with the greatest inspiration, teaching them that as long as they kept striving forward, there would always be a day of harvest.

Seeing Qin Fan act in such a comical fashion, Mu Huanzhang smiled and replied, "Fine. Since you are so adamant about seeing it, that is fine as well. I will let you see it, just make sure you don't regret it." Having spoken his final sentence, Mu Huanzhang offered a cunning smile.

Ke Ying carried Xi Mu upon its back, its massive form soaring past the city walls and arriving directly behind the North American army, confronting the tens of millions of defending soldiers stationed atop the ramparts.

As the group entered the side hall, Zhang Zhifa and Yang Sichang had not yet managed to pay their respects before Zhu Youjian spoke up.

At that moment, they received an emergency notification: the armies of the Anzhu people and the mecha legions of the Rebort people had already been mobilized and were dashing at full speed toward Tian'an Star.

The Blood Ancestor closed his palms, and the scarlet power of will that had previously surrounded Mu Qibing suddenly surged upward like a rolling sea of blood, crashing down in a torrential wave.

"You've worked hard." Chen Long captured this tender scene and then spoke with a hint of trepidation.

"That won't do either! If we do that, Senior Sister's sub-divine artifact will have an inner space while my Heavenly Trace will not—I simply refuse to accept this!" Qin Mengling fully exercised her talent for unreasonable badgering, refusing to let the matter drop.

Yet Lu Feng felt no surprise, for he understood that the ocean depths were themselves a world, populated by numerous races. The Sea Spirit race was merely one of those races residing beneath the waves, and since the ocean's expanse far exceeded that of the continents, it was only natural that these races possessed artisans capable of forging magical artifacts.