Chapter 36

If it had been sent to the embroidery room, such an accident would naturally never have occurred; how could she possibly have let her master down?

Xia Qi’s tears fell even more profusely. Her vision blurred, and her heart felt as if it were being pierced and hacked by countless sharp blades, turning every breath she took into an act of excruciating agony. Her voice was filled with such grievance, for while death was so easy for her brother, life was a struggle beyond measure.

"Why did you send me manga? Do you like me?" He asked directly, though Han Lianyi could already clearly sense the grim, sinister aura radiating from his face.

Only when the Master of the House returned to the Eldress did she finally feel as though she had found family, and she began to weep and pour out her grievances to him.

Zhou Jingchu stared at her smiling face across the campfire, his own lips curving upward in an involuntary response to her bell-like, melodious laughter.

From then on, Bai Zhaoyun would deliberately assign the handling of traitors and the meting out of punishments to Cang Yao. Cang Yao performed these tasks even more brilliantly than he had imagined, so much so that even Mo Feng could not help but offer a few words of praise.

Dai Jin’s eyes were filled with gratitude. She had not expected the doctor who saved her life to be so young and beautiful, with eyes as clear as mountain springs—eyes that held a strength that eased the fear in her heart.

Suddenly, the thought-sensing stone shifted rapidly from charcoal gray to orange-red. The color intensified sharply, and finally, with a loud bang, it shattered.

Perhaps due to a psychic connection, she turned her head and saw Li Yuangniang and Zisu entering with Wen Ran.

If ordinary humans are bitten by demonic seeds, they are gradually invaded by demonic energy; what, then, would happen if a Mother-Child Corpse Demon were infected with that same energy?

Otherwise, why would his shadow clone have failed to collect the corpse? Why would he have failed to refine that lump of black mud?

Thus, Zhang Bin’s true form battled the Soul-Severing Heavenly Sovereign, while his Void Spirit body clashed with the opponent’s own.

The gravity shut off, and they collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath like dying dogs.

Suddenly, he felt a powerful force strike his head, and he knew at once that something was wrong.

Helis ran to the window and stared at the scene outside, which looked as though the rivers and seas had been overturned. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Lin Wanqiu and the others, burdened by an important mission and plagued by too many concerns, had no appetite for food.

With that admission of defeat, everyone in the hall let out a long sigh of relief—for Long Wei, and for themselves.

Xia Chen said "hello" into the phone several times, but could only hear the busy signal buzzing on the other end.

With a roll of his body, Song Xiaodong pinned Xiao Yingying beneath him, and the room was soon filled with the arrival of spring.

The Wei woman was nimble-handed; before long, she could sew seams that were virtually invisible from the front. Truly, "divine craftsmanship" was the only way to describe such skill.

Xia Minghan offered a sharp reprimand before turning back to the ward to call Chen Guosheng directly.

"Heh heh, fish in a pond eat fish food, and a mermaid naturally eats human food. I wonder if I could catch you with a giant ham?" Zhao Zilong asked with a wicked grin, his eyes measuring the height of her mountain peaks.

"Impossible!" Mu Fan let out a cry of disbelief. He could not fathom how his full-force strike had been so easily shattered by the opponent’s array.

"So you are Xia Zheng?" Nan Batian walked up to Xia Zheng, his voice roaring like a bull.

Should they say... that this Xuan-Guang Realm cultivator had just been putting on an act to scare them, and they had been so terrified that they couldn't help but sound the alarm?

But at that very moment, Lin Feng dribbled the ball, spun around, and ran directly toward his own side of the court.

Xu Fan did not need the old man to kneel and beg for mercy on his behalf, yet that was exactly what the old man did, willing to trade his own life to buy a chance at survival for Xu Fan.

Surges of powerful energy rose up. The cultivators held nothing back, gathering all their strength and charging at Xu Fan with a desperate, life-or-death ferocity.

Xia Xun nodded silently, having come to some conclusions. Fortunately, Xia Hou was not a fool; he knew that staying in the Drunken Immortal Pavilion was his best chance at survival. That being the case, the current situation, however bad, likely could not get much worse.

Luo Sisi realized the truth upon a moment's reflection. Such arts of sensing were not uncommon, but most people only cast them upon their children or nephews, all to ensure they could locate them in times of danger.

"This restaurant isn't bad, is it? I'll take this ship." Once he had eaten his fill and regained his energy, Creek declared with righteous confidence.

Looking at the giant dragon of lightning before him, the calm expression on Li Yunxiao’s face vanished, replaced by one of profound solemnity.

Bai Caili hurried to greet them. Though they were both exhausted, they seemed to be in good spirits.

Ye Qingli felt torn. Her mood at this moment was truly even more difficult to describe than the expression on Zhang Zhaoxi’s face as he looked at his own reflection.

"Uncle Liang, I've left my luggage at the school. There’s a dormitory there, and it’s quite convenient, so I won't impose on your family," Bai Caili said.

Well, without further ado, this young man was none other than Yue Qiubai, who called himself the Heaven-Defying Immortal.

Da Le was discussing something with Li Zhengren and the photographer... but that wasn't the issue; it was clear that Da Le was also looking forward to this shoot.