Chapter Sixty-One: The Cousin

In the past two years, Lou Yu had somewhat of a reputation for unruliness. The Dowager Lady Lou, with the intention of marrying her granddaughter back into her own family, had chosen Lou Yu as the best candidate from among all the young gentlemen in the Lou household. Though his background was slightly blemished, he was, in practical terms, the most advantageous choice—free from the stigma of being an illegitimate eldest son, yet still favored by Lou Jin and his wife. He had inherited the greater part of the Lou family estate, with no elders above him to restrict his actions. If the Dowager Lady Lou were merely a woman of the Lou clan, things would have been different.

That hand, vast as the sky and earth, veined like rivers and mountains, seemed to cover all beneath it—an overwhelming force, impossible to resist.

“This arrangement is good!” Hearing the plan of attack, Zhuo Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps supporting the Iron Wall Legion would not afford much opportunity for achievement, but for the current Demon Slayer Legion, it was the best possible choice.

Lin Feng’s barely subdued rage flared up once more, and in a flash, he appeared before the corpulent Celestial Dragon.

So why did these old men insist on lingering at the dining table? Since lunch was over, wouldn’t sitting on the living room sofa be far more comfortable?

Among all this, Mark noticed a startling pattern. For some unknown reason, as all life evolved to higher forms, it tended to approach the human form. And as the bloodlines of many high-blooded creatures grew thinner through reproduction, the more diluted they became, the closer they drew to the human type.

Hearing this, Yan Chu felt her elder brother was endlessly good, and naturally began to chatter on.

“Yes, yes, my wife is very beautiful. As long as you let me go, you can have her!” The man, as if grasping the last straw, kowtowed repeatedly to the casino boss, babbling incoherently.

“This is without a doubt a martial arts manual no less profound than the Classic of Tai Chi! Whoever created this must have reached an unimaginable level, perhaps even that of a grandmaster!” He made his judgment, convinced that the Indestructible Tribulation Body was no ordinary art.

The towering black stone spire loomed, its ancient aura spreading far and wide—like a sharp sword thrusting into the sky, impossible to ignore.

The sea offered boundless expanse, but for Zhuo Yue, there was little room to survive. He could not live in constant fear; he longed to become the big fish.

Thus, Yi Muhua insisted they lay a solid foundation before learning theory. In archery, Onion was the worst; to this day, he still had not hit the target with a single arrow.

She touched up her makeup quickly in the restroom, intending to return, but as soon as she stepped out, she encountered Sheng Jiangyao waiting outside.

Mo Lianyue exchanged a glance with Shui Linghan, and in an instant, they appeared in front of Mo Yifeng, wanting to confirm if it was someone they knew.

“Enough with the fussing—cue the music,” Fu Xingchen interrupted Fu Luoxi’s words with a gruff command.

If someone managed to inherit the legacy, he would attempt to win them over; if he failed, he would simply eliminate them and seize the inheritance by force.

Liu Feifei’s decision to let Li Chen advance had been a long and difficult struggle. As an industry insider, she knew full well that Yang Dawei was Qin An’s uncle, and that Qin An’s performance this round had not been bad at all.

For the first time, Su Moran felt a bit lost as he sat on the stone bench, bathed in pale moonlight, his loneliness all the more apparent.

The three-tailed blue toad had just leapt from the water and was at its peak. He needed to act quickly—the more they delayed, the greater their peril.

“Ling’er, trust me,” Wang Feng said, desperate as he saw her tears, until a flash of inspiration came when he spotted his storage pouch.

Returning home, he helped Xian’er to her room to rest, then retired to his own chamber.

The first time he made a mistake reciting the Herb Incantation, the old man had struck him hard. The first time he erred during practice, the old man’s stern face haunted him. In that moment, Hu Xiao felt like crying.

When their mother said that, the two children cheered and jumped out of the car. They were always like this: just scolded and a bit scared, but the moment they were freed, they dashed away, happy as could be.

Before, everyone had only seen Yan Yanqi in the news, thinking someone as outstanding as her must be cold and aloof. No one expected her to be so approachable.

When Xiao Lin detached the note from the pigeon’s leg and saw its contents, his gaze instantly darkened.

That night, her breath was warm as it brushed his exposed neck—he could feel it clearly. That night, she had replied with a single word: “Yes.”

Wu Yuan was indeed exhausted after all the commotion, her eyes barely open, yet she still worried he might not care for the child properly.

In Xu City’s Xu Manor, which rivaled the splendor of the Ying household, all stewards and overseers above a certain rank had been summoned to the main hall by the master of the house, Xu Xian.

City life is truly wonderful—at this moment, Hu Xiao felt that living in a big city was a blessing.

I heard the fugitive convoy is a day’s journey from here! How did you, old man, manage to tie him up and toss him onto my bed?

A few days later, the job posting I put online produced unexpected results. Many people called to inquire, and in the end, I selected a few whom I found satisfactory.

Fang Ting was quietly amused nearby. I merely shot her a fierce glare and returned to my bedroom, shutting the door tightly and putting on my headphones. The world was instantly peaceful.

“Wait a minute, this isn’t a remote place—haven’t the Manichaeans ever come after you here?” Gongxi Wanwan asked in confusion.

Since arriving at Shuofang with his thirty-thousand troops, Lü Bu had felt a surge of excitement—after so many campaigns, he was finally home. Once the army was settled, he prepared to visit his hometown. As Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang once said: “To attain wealth and not return home is like wearing brocade at night.”

He Lang thought the man in the green robe looked familiar, but the distance was too great to be sure. Then he reminded himself that many people in the world bear some resemblance to others; he was just being oversensitive.

“You don’t need to know, because soon you’ll all be our food,” Yukat said.

“No, I’m going to faint—I can’t collapse here.” Forcing herself upright, the sunlight dazzled her eyes. After the cold wind, Lin Yin saw darkness closing in and lost consciousness.

Once again I faced a moment of impossible choice. I remembered the last time, when constructing the tenth rainbow bridge in the Foundation Establishment Secret Realm—I’d been at death’s door then. If not for the mysterious power in my bloodline, I’d have perished long ago.

Sadly, the lion-tiger beast did not understand the danger, mistook A Jiu for a vengeful ghost, and tried to drive him away.

But just as she confirmed this, a strange noise sounded behind her. She turned, startled, only to see a shaggy wild boar charging at her.

Though Jian Mingchao and Lan Muge had been at odds lately, and even talked of divorce, he had never really intended to end things.

“All right, you can both sleep with us tonight. Now, let Daddy go take a shower.” Xiang Tiantian smiled, pulling the two children into his arms, one on each side, thoroughly content.