Volume 1, Chapter 32: A Beauty in His Arms

"Gao Fei'er, what are you doing?"

Although it was thrilling, he did not continue. Instead, he pushed Gao Fei'er away, turned, and spoke.

"Little Ye, are you still angry with me? I truly know I was wrong. Please, forgive me!"

Gao Fei'er said with a look of grievance. Under the faint moonlight, the expression on her pretty face was strikingly clear. Moreover, Gao Fei'er had changed into pajamas—a spaghetti-strap nightgown, the very same one Lin Yao had worn in his dream. The only difference was that while Lin Yao existed only in his dreams, Gao Fei'er was right before his eyes. Her perfect, explosive figure beneath the nightgown made him admit that his breathing had grown shallow...

The two knelt on the cold ground. Without a word, the moon, previously hidden behind the clouds, chose that moment to emerge. Its pure white light illuminated the room as if bestowing a blessing upon the newlyweds.

As Lin Chuxia blinked, her long eyelashes brushed against Shen Mingxuan’s face, making it itch. The facts were laid bare before her; she no longer had the luxury of avoidance and could only, like taking an exam at school, continue to push forward.

A-Song hurried forward to check Fang Hua’s pulse. The moment his hand touched her wrist, his expression changed. Realizing something was wrong, he quickly looked back at Yelü Qi.

"You are mistaken, Daoist. Firstly, I am not your disciple. Secondly, Lord Tang is innocent. It was I who took the initiative to invite him to the valley to view the misty night scenery. Do not ask me why; you should understand." Shanhua feigned intimacy, generously and lightly linking her arm with Tang Jian’s.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, the lights in the room went out forever, accompanied by the sound of an explosion. The moonlight outside was bright, yet it could not penetrate this room.

"Hmph, I don't want to talk to you anymore. You’re a bad person who only knows how to upset me," Zeng Bingbing said, pouting.

"This is a thought I have buried in my heart for a very long time!" Ding Jiuxi gave Xuan Che a definitive answer, cutting off his only path of retreat.

***

"Lin Ziqi, are you finished yet? I advise you to speak more kindly about my friend," Ning Qian said, deeply angered by the way her friend was being insulted.

Therefore, ancient elven magic was indeed a form of spellcraft invented to be cast even in ancient environments.

"Then kiss me to prove it," Irelia said, turning her face and closing her eyes.

Qin Chuan knew this much: each of the four allied nations sent a contingent of soldiers to guard the Crystal Palace to ensure fairness. However, apart from the eight guards at the entrance, there were also large numbers of soldiers constantly patrolling the exterior of the palace.

Excluding those who would rather be the head of a chicken than the tail of an ox, and those from wealthy families with no intention of livestreaming, how many were actually left for Black-and-White Cat?

"Child, I have seen dozens of people with the dragon shadow in their pupils, but not one has been as carefree as you," Yi said, gently pressing his right palm onto the bronze platform. The barbs on the platform, sharp as blades, pierced deep into his palm.

This time, none of the statues reacted in time, so naturally, no one stepped in to fill the position of the blue-eyed statue.

Under normal circumstances, life energy of this caliber could heal even the most grievous wounds, but now, it had lost its effect.

With a thunderous boom, dragon energy surged into the sky, and the void fissure that was about to vanish was instantly torn open by brute force.

"That’s not right. I heard from Pafei that a divine artifact is worth ten ink stones," Beibei said, and Lin Lei immediately recalled it.

The Pu'ang Empire had a long history, founded over eight thousand years ago. It lasted for nearly three thousand years before it was finally destroyed. The territory of the old Pu'ang Empire was equivalent to the combined territories of the current Holy Alliance and the Dark Alliance.

Could it be that Lin Chong could not restrict Lu Shi's speed, felt that the situation was hopeless, and decided to flee? Or was it a deliberate ruse to lure Lu Shi into a trap?

Including the Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Liu family and others who had heard the news, Kan Xuan and other close friends of Nangong Yanran, and even Qin Changfeng, who understood his wife best, and Qi Xiu himself, who possessed great insight into the human heart—they all likely speculated the same thing.

Nangong Tian continued, "How do you feel now?" Zhan Tianhu opened his mouth, but did not know what to ask.

A month passed. Adai and his three companions followed the map to search for four larger cities in the Dark Province, but they found nothing—not a single trace of an elf. Adai became very silent; it was difficult to hear his voice throughout the day, which worried the Rock brothers, yet they were helpless to do anything about it.

Keanu naturally recognized Miao Fei and Wan Li. Seeing them pull him into this empty field, he wondered what they were up to and asked suspiciously, "Brothers, why have you brought me here?" The gaze of the thousands of mercenaries surrounding them made him feel quite uncomfortable.

***

After carefully checking that there was nothing harmful in his body after refining the medicinal pill, Lei Yu did not delay. He took out another pill, placed it into Yanran's mouth, and said, "You refine this first; I will provide the boost." Yanran nodded, lowered her spiritual power output, and allowed Lei Yu to carry her as they flew, focusing entirely on refining the pill.

Jiang Xin fell into deep thought. This matter was a massive shock to him. Chen Xinjia had been reinstated and had even replaced Lu Xiangsheng as the Viceroy of Xuan-Da. Even Gao Qiqian had been sent to Shanxi. Was the Emperor truly planning to move against Yueyang?

From the moment he used his perspective vision to unearth that piece of Imperial Green jade, he had developed into the Chen family that now dominated the entire Linhai.

Because he dealt with all kinds of customers every day, he could tell at a glance who could afford a car, who was just looking, and who couldn't afford one at all.

If a single Nine-Palace Eight-Trigram Pagoda held such abundant treasures, how staggering must the foundation of the entire Qiankun Sect be?

Yi Xiaoyao sneered coldly. Before the Fire Soul of Heaven and Earth, what did this bit of freezing amount to? Under the devouring of spiritual power, what could this hidden spiritual energy do?

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Lan Xi’s face turned instantly pale. Clutching her left shoulder, she looked at the young man before her in disbelief. She could not bring herself to believe that she had lost—lost so completely that she hadn't even been able to fight back.

Without a second thought, Cao Guan refused directly. Just joking—Long Hao had a mother who was at the peak of the Ancient Emperor realm. At a time like this, who would dare to target Long Hao? Unless they were tired of living.

In the end, he had drunk no less than he had at noon; in fact, he had consumed quite a bit more. However, Wang Ziyi said nothing this time; after all, such scenes were unavoidable.

But he had to go and confirm it. If it was someone sent by Shang Zhuojia for revenge, he absolutely must not call the police.

The bleeding wound on her neck immediately scabbed over. Shen Jiahui stared in wonder at the medicine in You Ruo’s hand.

Zhang Yi had betrayed the Dragon Gate Society and Zhang Nanshan—did he really think he could get away with it unscathed? If Zhang Yi weren't Zhang Nanshan's son, he wouldn't feel this way, but Zhang Yi had spent too long in the Dragon Gate Society and lacked that ingrained fear of the organization.