Chapter 69: The Seeds Must Be Sown Within One’s Own Fields
The Old Residence
Min Hyun-sook sighed heavily. Shen Xuening sat right beside her. Watching Min Hyun-sook’s demeanor, she instantly understood the results from the hospital. Shen Xuening’s heart was seized by terror. Would Zhou Mingfan soften because of the child Wen Ni was carrying? The bridge between a man and a woman is often a child. Why else do so many divorced couples remain entangled? Simply put, it’s always about the child.
Previously, Old Master Chen Hua had concealed his illness to prevent worry and avoid chaos and unrest in the Chen family. Now that he had recovered, he confided only a little to Chen Xiaoxiao.
I have dreamed long dreams, seen gods and spirits among mountains and rivers—strange beasts in the water, mysterious birds in the wood, grave-sheep born in wells, and all manner of demons and monsters. When I wake and tell others, they find it strange. But this is their lack of knowledge, blinded for too long by the mundane world.
A piece no larger than half a thumbnail, impossibly pure, glimmered beneath the sunlight, scattering tiny halos of light. Xu Feng, observing that Qin Xuan was behaving decently, simply gave him a look and said nothing further.
Before the plan began, there was mention of having Bayun complete fifty dumbbell lifts. Hong opposed the idea without hesitation. Why? Because she knew Bayun’s physical condition all too well—it was impossible for her, no matter how much she pushed herself, and if something went wrong, what then?
As long as the provisions and weapons remained tightly in his grasp, Yang Hao had no fear of anyone suddenly plotting rebellion against him.
In this world, gunpowder did not originate from the distant, mysterious East. There were legends of the Eastern Continent here, cloaked in mystery.
Mordred was startled—what, go through it all again? And the full version this time? It was simply too much.
She didn’t know what had happened to Wei Yi; it was clear he was under some spell, likely cast by Ju Jingwa. It didn’t matter; no matter what Wei Yi became, she would always love him. That was enough.
Because Wei Yi had the appearance of the Two Forms, resembling Sister Shi, and was wearing a men’s kimono, he gave off the air of a refined young man. Sitting so close to Hinata, at a glance they looked very much like a couple. With this thought, Hong quickly suppressed it—not only unrealistic, but impossible.
Shanchuan stepped forward and, as expected, saw Su Zheng’s large, dark eyes fixed intently upon him.
After the two of them, a knight in bright armor rode forward, holding a flagpole one and a half zhang long. Atop the pole fluttered a red, gold-edged triangular flag bearing the character for Shu.
Ling Yun easily dispatched the four bodyguards, then ceased his movements. He only watched with a playful smile as the last bodyguard dashed madly out of the banquet hall.
Unfortunately, even as a blood-shield, under the precise marksmanship of Li Shehu’s subordinates, it was of little use.
Zhang Tianyi glanced around; indeed, Jia Yi’s shout had drawn everyone’s attention to him.
“Look at you, your face is so red, and you still deny it. You’re already so hot, so hard,” she said with a laugh, tilting her head back and closing her eyes.
The main streets of Luodu Town lined the banks of the Qujiang River, running north to south and narrow from east to west. So Old Tan chose to attack from the west, targeting the enemy’s defensive line at its weakest point.
Yuxi Market took its name from the river. The winding Yuxi flowed in from the east, joining the muddy riverbed at Yuxi Market, encircling a river delta about three hundred paces wide.
They traveled through Anxi, this ancient city, the brilliant neon lights outside the towering buildings casting a warm glow, making the old city more beautiful and vibrant. The breeze outside the window was gentle—truly a night for romance.
Not only was the sword sheath transformed into a boat, but even more effort had gone into its automatic return, and the retrieval of the original blade.