Chapter 117: Visiting the Sick

After a fierce battle, the entire Lin family manor finally returned to peace.

The warm morning sunlight fell upon them, bringing a pleasant, ticklish comfort.

Meng Lianqiao had already prepared breakfast and stood smiling at the doorway.

He Yiwen had recovered considerably, but she was in a hurry to get to work. She casually snatched two slices of bread from the table, clamped them between her teeth, and ran outside.

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Xia He was so worried because Jennifer had given him the coordinates of the demiplane—and they had been altered. In other words, even the emperor no longer knew where the headmaster’s demiplane was.

The Great Emperor of Ryukyu shook his head as he examined the herbs. One or two ingredients were still missing, so Li Yunmu once again took out a pile of herbs he had gathered in the outside world.

When Ye Yun saw that Uncle Hua had not objected, he immediately extended his chopsticks and began sweeping the dishes from the table. In the past, the old man had cooked only for Nalan Heng. Ye Yun had begged him for ages, yet he had never once made anything for him. Nalan Heng usually just watched the spectacle without saying a word on his behalf, and Ye Yun had been disgruntled about it for a long time.

Everyone held their breath and listened patiently to what Xia He had to say. Many of them longed to follow him to the New Continent, but if the duke refused, all they could do was remain behind on Rhodes Island.

So he was seeing him again now? Thinking this silently, An Ruo kept her gaze lowered and failed to see the expression currently on Lu Ling’s face.

Mo Tian stood nearby. Hearing this, he suddenly felt like laughing. What was there that Miss Xiao would dare not do? This was nothing at all.

“All right! Don’t keep Chuchu waiting.” Xiao Yuyin suppressed the sudden surge of emotion and spoke to Broken Sword.

At the thought, Yuan Biyao began to feel sorry for Ling You’er. She had not loved the wrong man; she had simply mistaken him for someone else. Still, as Li Yunmu had said, it was better not to let her suffer too much. Seeing how happy she was now, her elder sister naturally felt happy as well.

Where did those dimension beasts come from—those creatures that could never be completely killed or eradicated? Why did they keep appearing?

As he watched the heavenly punishment that was about to descend, the Yin Emperor knew that if he did nothing, Li Yunmu might truly succeed in advancing.

The outer perimeter was guarded entirely by ordinary police officers, while the supernatural special police under my mother’s command were all in the underground parking garage of the Shanshui Grand Court Club.

Jiang Qicai’s panic seemed laughable in Luo Yuanzhong’s eyes. If she had harbored other intentions from the beginning, why had she agreed to him back then?

For more than a month, Qi Lei had not gone looking for Qin Xi. The two of them seemed to have silently agreed that neither would seek out the other. Then, when the holiday began, Qin Xi dragged her suitcase home and happened to come face-to-face with him. They pretended not to know each other and passed by without a word.

The maid was startled. She assumed that Junxi had angered her once again, and that, unable to vent her temper in front of him, she had returned to take it out on them. Hearing this, the maid refused to become a scapegoat and immediately left, closing the door behind her.

“You said you liked the parasol trees in your hometown. I wanted you to see them every day.” Qi Lei gently turned her face toward him.

Dong Qingxuan’s face went pale as she stared at Xun Wang in disbelief. She had thought that, one day, with Qian Ce’s help, she would be able to find her divine seal and finally escape her life of suffering.

Huang Lin understood that Yuan Xiaoying’s refusal could not be so simple. She had never rejected him before. The unease in his heart deepened.

Wang Shufen insisted several times, but Nanggu had already gone to wash his hands. He then took over Li Simeng’s task. He had watched for a while just now, and it did not seem difficult—only a little slow.

Junxi nearly burst into tears as well, though hers were tears of pain. That fellow loved biting people no matter the circumstances. Did he truly take her for a dog’s chew toy?

That coquettish cry, almost like a ghost’s howl, came roaring toward me. It seemed to be confronting me as well, hoping to frighten me into fleeing. But after facing me for a little over a minute, she finally made her move.

Seeing that Song Tianji would not accept her proposal, Ma Jingjing grew frantic. She had already made herself clear: if he had conditions, he should state them. Did he really expect her to beg him herself?