Chapter 129: Grudges and Gratitude

Si Yao’s voice in the darkness was resolute. Xing Jue felt a stinging in his eyes, though he held back the tears. Instead, he reached out, pinched her cheeks, and tugged them gently, coaxing her: "You really are something."

Watching the raindrops fall faster, Xing Jue murmured silently toward the unreachable sky: How can you be so capable? So capable that now, there is no turning back.

If it were merely a matter of the old man finding out, Xing Jue felt that they might as well be buried right here together.

Although he knew she always had a sense of propriety, such methods of abduction should not have come from his A-Li. She hadn't harmed anyone, but once there is a first time, there will be a second. If she didn't hurt anyone today, what if she were incited to do so tomorrow? He knew she had her reasons, but indulging her in these reckless, debauched habits was simply out of the question.

"What's the matter? Is there a snake?" Shi Hui jumped off the carriage and asked with a smile. It was only the end of August, so it wouldn't be strange to find snakes in the grass by the roadside.

The God of Light stood upon the walls of Yunluo City, holding a kite string. However, his attention had long since drifted into the distance, where he sensed a strange, unfamiliar power of jealousy.

"The weather here is just like the weather in B City; it’s truly temperamental." Tie Jian was a southerner and couldn't stand the erratic shifts between hot and cold, so he couldn't help but curse.

"Is there something profound about this?" Shang Jingtian, unable to bear being ignored by Bai Yu, wrapped an arm around her slim waist and pointed at the ugly piece of wood in her hand.

Once his words fell, he held his breath, as if waiting to listen in silence. Seeing his master’s posture, Huijue also focused his attention intently. Even Lu Xiaosheng, who was being hauled along by the monk Guangfa, listened with earnest concentration.

The internal space could not withstand such astonishing weight; it was impossible to store it within ordinary treasures of heaven and earth.

As Huijue extended his right hand in a mudra, a faint, true spirit rose from the carcass of the vicious dog on the ground and settled into his palm.

In the previous round, a hundred-and-fifty-fold return on over a thousand chips had caused Lin Ye’s count to swell to one hundred and fifty thousand.

Mei Ziyan retreated outside the Echo Hall and unexpectedly ran into her father, Mei Jiyao. He stood beneath the old willow tree outside, hands clasped behind his back, listening intently, his long, narrow phoenix eyes revealing a gentle smile.

Fortunately, the rabbit spirit and the fox spirit didn’t witness this scene. Otherwise, he would be waiting to be the butt of jokes for the rest of his life.

Even Wuwang, who had been waiting to take Qin Ruyan away, had not expected that she would resort to such extreme measures, dying right in front of Qin Shuisu.

"Young Master Jing." Feng Linglong suddenly called out, pulling Jing Yu back from his trance.

Wei An had already selected her gifts, but at this moment, she was sitting on a low sofa, hunched over, sewing something.

On the third day, Xu Weiming chose not to send an email, but instead had the paper contract delivered directly to the Lou family’s old estate.

"Oh! Thank you, Uncle, thank you so much!" Yun Dongli wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, putting on a show of profound gratitude. It seems my acting isn't half bad, Yun Dongli chuckled inwardly. Now, as long as I can get out of the city, everything will be easy to manage.

Xi Ran really wanted to ask: what is it like to wake up and see a flawless, handsome face at such close range?

Just as he closed his eyes, someone suddenly opened the door. He squinted, only to find that he couldn't quite see the person walking toward him clearly.

Qi Qingjue lowered his head, pressed a light kiss to her forehead, and then slowly descended, locking onto her red lips.

At the end of the day, they were just human cubs; what Qin Ling and the others meant was that this whistleblower should write two letters of self-criticism.

"Bang!" Two beams of light exploded in mid-air, but it didn't end there. The Heavenly Emperor Gate Master’s black robes danced wildly in the wind, and it seemed as if countless spatial storms had appeared between heaven and earth, surging down to swallow Duan Mo.

In his previous life, the Kunpeng was also a legend, but it was not nearly as powerful as Karkassas had described.