Chapter 22

To be honest, he had been caught off guard by Yui today, and he was now struggling with how to vent his pent-up energy.

Yue Nonghua was not entirely certain if her intuition was correct; ever since she had met Yue Xianxian, her luck had been abysmal.

A-Ping sat back down on the bench and let out a soft, melancholy sigh. Their cultivation levels were simply too high; even though she could clearly see them speaking, she could not hear a single word of their conversation.

After Michael was driven away, Gu Yuan feared retaliation, so she called Zhao Yunlan and borrowed ten bodyguards from her family, stationing them at Lin’s Jewelry to protect Lin Wanyu.

"Rest assured, before I leave, I will do my best to cure Mr. Ling’s amnesia. That will make life at the clinic much easier in the future." Throughout the meal, each of them harbored their own hidden thoughts. As dusk fell, the clinic was not spacious to begin with, so Lin Jinyi began making arrangements to return to the inn.

Zhao Chan placed some silver shards on the counter; having worked odd jobs at the inn, he was well-versed in the prices of various meals.

Outside the window, the sky seemed shrouded in heavy, dark clouds. The stars and the moon had hidden away, as if the entire world were being swallowed by this darkness.

Yang Yun refused, insisting on hanging red lanterns in front of the door. He argued that they hadn’t heard any calls for help for a long time, so the Demon-Slaying Division must have already driven the monsters away. "Tonight is our auspicious evening," he said, "why spoil such a wonderful occasion with fear and worry?"

Although the situation with Su Wanwan was indeed troubling, wallowing in frustration would not solve anything; it only served to make my own mood deteriorate further.

The former was fully aware that they were murdering someone, clearly conscious of their own cruelty.

Are you joking? That was divine punishment. Even the Great God of the Underworld, as powerful as he was, had to sleep for three hundred years after enduring it. With their level of strength, a single strike would likely scatter their souls into oblivion.

This type of gu-craft allowed the user to utilize a gu-insect to transform into any appearance that the host desired the "substitute gu" to take.

"..." Ye Qingluo caught the softening in his tone and could almost guess the expression on Gu Jingyu’s face at that moment.

After listening to the nurse, Song Weiyi knew that the injection was inevitable, so she steeled herself and held out her arm.

If she had known it would turn out this way, she would not have said so many things she shouldn't have—at least, she would have been more subtle.

Yun Su clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh. Half of the men remaining behind him had already been lost.

I am willing to stain my hands with blood for you, to be tainted by the dust of the mortal world. Whether I become a Buddha or a demon, it is all for the sake of keeping you safe.

Even though he had long guessed that An'an was cooking for Ling Muchen, hearing Gu Duo'er say it aloud still felt like a lump of cotton was stuck in his chest.

Chu Wuxin, who was usually calm and composed, experienced a fleeting moment where his eyes sparkled with a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors.

Outside, that jinx Pei Chenyang was still lingering like a persistent ghost, standing there like a wooden post. Zhao Mengmeng felt her anger mounting.

Watching Zhao Meiling gaze at her long hair with fascination, Qi Weiwei’s eyes held a sinister smile. As expected, the hair she had meticulously maintained was enough to move Zhao Meiling.

Helian Fengming was proud and had a foul temper, and Qian Wanli almost never spoke to him. When the wind and snow were heavy, Qian Wanli would always hide inside Hao Xin’s barrier; Hao Xin had an inner fire, keeping the barrier warm so that frost never formed outside.

Those four words were something Nangong Qu ultimately could not bring himself to say. No relationship? How could there be no relationship? Their fate was not yet exhausted. He had waited for her so long without hope; how could he just give up? Why could a monarch not have selfish desires?

As the words fell, a sharp, piercing aura struck Wu Yang’s arm, the powerful ice blades seeming as if they would pierce through his very bones and flesh.

Nangong Qu curled his lips, mocking Zhu Han with a look that was neither here nor there. His voice was filled with ease and joy, yet Zhu Han could not distinguish how much of his laughter was genuine and how much was merely a superficial facade.

She found a spot to sit down, gazing quietly into the distance, as if she were thinking about something, or perhaps thinking of nothing at all.

Helian Feihong casually cast a spell, and familiar spirit butterflies flew in from the distance. In an instant, dozens of enemies lost their grip, their swords clattering to the ground.

Regardless of what those two were planning, Jun Yichen had already brought Qi Yuelin to his royal residence.

Zhu Han lifted her head slowly, looking at the haggard face of the man who stood much taller than her. Her heart rippled, and for a moment, she was unable to respond to the sudden change in his tone.

Her chest heaved, and a sweetness rose in her throat. As my mouth opened, a spray of crimson blood splattered across Zhai Shilu’s face.

Jiang Zi-xi, wearing a gray tracksuit, stepped slowly out of the elevator and walked toward that all-too-familiar hospital room.

Lin Xuan didn’t bother trying to figure it out; he was just drifting through his days at school anyway, and it was better if they ignored him.

Chen Chichi knew that if he didn't say something now, he would be in serious trouble today.

"Stop attacking. You have already killed me once; the Hollow Willow is enough to finish me." The Hollow Willow and God-Reversal exist in a cycle of mutual restraint, governed by the principle of mutual destruction.

Prince Gong, a man of swift action and a volatile temper, had no patience for the two of them. After a perfunctory cup of tea, he dismissed them early.

As the familiar presence drew near, Yu Qingqing hurriedly put down her chopsticks and placed her hands on her thighs, looking like a well-behaved child.

Neither Piao Tai nor the professor had expected this strike. Yang had not given a command, yet the Absol had attacked on its own. As a gym leader, Piao Tai had encountered countless trainers; he had seen Pokémon seize opportunities to attack, but he had never seen one time it so perfectly.

My face felt a bit embarrassed; I knew that the "old ties" Concubine Dong spoke of referred to Ye Linghan.

He did not want to explain, for no matter how he explained, it would not change the fact that this label had been pinned on him.

The other prisoners followed his gaze, finally focusing on Dunster. In their eyes, Dunster caught a glimpse of an emotion that took him by surprise.

What surprised Nanny Qian was that she did not recall ever seeing this gentleman before, so how did he know her identity? At this thought, she grew vigilant, and a subtle change passed over her expression.