Chapter 159: Collecting a Debt

Wang Erlang did not harbor any delusional expectations that Wang Heng would act as an "elder sister being like a mother," willingly taking on heavy burdens and selflessly caring for "relatives" with whom she was not close.

Wang Erlang only hoped to find a temporary shelter, not even expecting excessive care regarding food and clothing.

He was educated and could paint.

Even by copying books for bookstores, he could earn a few copper coins.

He was capable of supporting himself.

Besides, the Wang family had not fallen so low that they could not even afford a meal.

Lu Chenxi was also a prominent figure at school, with impeccable academic performance and top-notch eloquence. She had once won a second prize and the Best Debater trophy at a national debate competition, which only added further luster to her personality.

As they were talking, His Highness momentarily lost focus, and the large tangerine little Hong was playing with suddenly rolled off, landing right in the charcoal brazier.

Ever since this incident occurred, Ye Yuxi found that interacting with him had become awkward and unfamiliar. An indescribable feeling caused a deep, uncomfortable ache in her heart.

Ye Qi clumsily wiped away her tears as wave after wave of dull pain wracked his entire body, choking him up and making it difficult for him to speak.

"I should go back. It's cold, you should head back early too." Gu Yao stood up, preparing to leave.

Toward such a father-in-law, Min Bai could not genuinely muster any respect. Just as he frowned, Aunt Qiu gave a heavy cough, signaling with her eyes for him and Meiniang to remain silent.

Long Jianfei's gaze remained fixed on the distance, though he had heard Li Ming's words. He picked up the wine glass and sniffed it.

Though Mulan Gan's body was frail and slender, with every movement he leaped like a climbing ape. With a grab of his hand, a cyan cane lashed out toward Xie Yangtian. A cold glint flashed in Xie Yangtian's eyes as he stepped backward, dissolving like smoke to evade the cane.

After listening, Mo Yichen did not reply without thinking as he used to; instead, he assumed an expression of deep contemplation.

Suddenly, the giant beast let out a fierce intake of breath, and before anyone could change their expression, trees and stones alike were sucked straight into its maw.

"This is my first time coming to the Sea of Learning, so I don't know what kind of trials to expect," said Lu Ming.

When Ling entered the room, she saw Tings holding an elderly person whose chest had been torn open. Ling had never met the rulers of the Three Walls, but this must have been one of them.

The lips that had just been moistened by rain, their exquisite shape, and the slightly parted mouth were all plucking at his heartstrings.

Noticing Illusion again took about another hundred years—roughly a thousand terrestrial years had passed since Illusion went "mad."

With a soft click, presumably General Shen's combat boot had struck the stone pinning down the corner of the tent flap at the entrance, prompting Tianjiao to give Murong Chong a gentle nudge.

Sage Lord Ziqu kept in mind that Bajie's cultivation was ultimately shallow, so he held back in every move, acting quite conscientiously as a sparring partner for him.

She heard his exclamation, "So sweet!" His face pressed against her cheek, and restless hands slipped into her bodice, kneading her swelling, tender breasts.

Having only just tasted the pleasures of the mortal world and thoroughly enjoying its delights, how could she bear to part with the Crown Prince? Now, the Crown Prince's blatant flirtation left her barely able to restrain herself.

"Didn't the imperial physician say there is no longer any danger to his life?" Qi Tianling said this with somewhat lacking conviction.

Yin Xing'er felt deeply resentful, the veins bulging on her tightly clenched fists. How could this be possible? Rong Xi was clearly in league with Xue Xinqi.

It had already checked; Zhong Xingling was indeed inside a spatial spirit artifact, but this spatial spirit artifact was of low grade, surrounded by a gray and chaotic void, entirely unsuitable for human habitation and existence.

Under normal circumstances, thin-skinned Shen Mubai would never have been so proactive, but she was simply too moved, so she raised her face and leaned over to kiss his lips.

A satisfied smile curved across Chu Tiankuo's lips. Yanxiang had reined in her temperament and was no longer hot-headed or throwing temper tantrums. Even in this state, she was quite endearing, and her words had been remarkably proper. Truly, a teachable student.