Chapter 90: The Camellia Gathering

If he had just taken Nan Gongli into his arms, he could have restrained her with ease and kept her from attacking him.

“After you return to West Prefecture, where do you plan to go? Immortal Cloud City? Have you finished the task your master assigned you? And how exactly did you find me?” Su Yi asked suddenly, his curiosity piqued.

This old tomb-dweller had an eccentric temperament and had naturally never seen a mobile phone before. What was more, Ji Jida’s was no ordinary phone. The crisp clarity of its images had left even the old tomb-dweller deeply tempted, aching to have a spiritual-stone phone of his own.

Things had been said this far, and Tong Ling could already be counted as having put everything on the line. Chu Qingluo did not interrupt, intending to let Wuyang make the decision himself.

Just imagining Yuqiao sitting alone amid dead grass beneath a sky of torrential rain, believing that Xiahou Yin had abandoned her, one could not know how desperate and helpless she must have felt.

Qian Yixiu had Madam Wei rise at daybreak to steam two food boxes of golden lotus jelly. This golden lotus root was not the third-generation variety grown from the moonlit lotus pond, but the second-generation lotus root from West Lake. Last year, she had ground some of it into lotus-root starch for their own use, and when they came to the capital, she brought some along as well.

Li Yannian had come first in the imperial examinations and entered the hall to meet the new emperor and the ministers. Because he was prudent in word and deed and possessed real learning, he was valued and appointed a compiler in the Hanlin Academy, taking a sixth-rank post.

Yun Rong had been lying on the couch the whole time, obediently watching Jing Heng’s back. The moment she came back and saw him, warmth rose in her heart.

At present, the Song family side had been placated, but she had truly offended Master Yuan Hui and the Imperial Enlightenment Temple to the core.

After the last incident at the Imperial Enlightenment Temple, Qin Chuan had deliberately led the manor guards in archery practice, and now it came in handy.

Kirigakure Village and the daimyo of the Land of Water had always maintained very cordial relations; almost whatever they asked for, the daimyo would give. But with the shinobi world in such a state, they too found it hard to remain untouched.

“Then go into my office and explain everything clearly. Don’t force me to lay hands on you!” He glared at her.

The old lady’s voice came from behind the married couple. Yingchun and Sun Shaozu immediately stepped apart. Looking toward the source of the voice, they saw the old lady smiling as she stood not far from where they were.

Before this vast, sea-like primordial ancestral thunder, even a being as formidable as the ancestral forebear seemed, for a moment, no different from an ant. This was the power of an emperor’s tribulation; aside from the Great Emperor, who could withstand it?

Two red jujube trees stood before the villa gate, one to the left and one to the right. The mountain wind blew through them; their shadows swayed, and their leaves rustled softly.

“Uncle...” Liao Xin frowned in worry. It was the first time he had seen his uncle so forlorn.

The Death Mountain Range was extremely dangerous. In the past, even those in the fourth tribulation of the primordial spirit had fallen there. Although he was a young powerhouse, he was still far inferior to a fourth-tribulation primordial spirit cultivator.

“Prince of the Blood Demon Kingdom, you speak.” The ruler before the war chariot glanced back. Beside the chariot, a young man stepped forward, and it was none other than the prince of the Blood Demon Kingdom.

Before entering the Death Mountain Range, he needed to preserve himself at peak strength, or he would suffer losses.

And the damage on the model was even more so. Generally speaking, a monster’s death animation only came in a few varieties.

The rescue workers forcefully pulled her away and lifted the person, whose face could no longer even be recognized, into the ambulance.

The side room where Qu Wanqing lived was the finest of all the guest rooms. Not only was it spacious, but every detail of its arrangement was also handled with great care.

Qin Shou truly wanted to rest. It was already close to the second half of the night; earlier, because he had been uneasy, he had personally kept watch through the first half. Who would have thought that Luo Fei would still be making trouble?

After the Twelfth Prince was born, he had already shown signs of weakness from the start, and thus had always been frail and often ill, never favored by Qianlong. The Empress had asked Xiao Yan to nurse the Twelfth Prince’s health, and to everyone’s surprise, after just two or three courses of tonic medicine, the Twelfth Prince’s body truly grew stronger day by day, and even his height increased quite a bit.

After moving it over, he tied it to the bed legs with rope, and even if they made a ruckus on top of it, it would not come apart. This wooden bed was well made, far better than the iron bed the logistics department had issued him. The two iron beds were simply placed in the living room and used as sofas.

That woman was still crying miserably, shouting her innocence over and over, while the other Vermilion Bird soldiers paid her no mind at all, clearly treating her as nothing more than a bandit.

Wen Yu, hearing that things here were finally finished, simply grabbed Jiang Bing and headed upstairs. Wen Yu dragged Jiang Bing into his own room and locked the door.

Still confused, he walked into the living room, only to see everyone backing toward the television at the rear, even forming a circle of encirclement. This made Yixia even more puzzled.

His voice was cold, yet his expression remained placid, as though nothing had happened at all. His action temporarily cowed everyone present. Before Ning Zibo could recover, Chen Xu brought Lawyer Zhang to Ning Jianyan’s side and invited him to sit.

He forcibly turned his head away and would not look at A Jiu again, his voice trembling as he said, “The firewood is chopped. I remember you have flint there. You light the fire; I’ll go clean the house.” With that, he hurried toward the wooden cabin without once looking back.

He slowly moved his fingers to her cheek, then to the corner of her lips, gently caressing them. The tenderness in his eyes was so intense it seemed it might spill out. He truly wanted to keep looking at her like this and fall asleep beside her, but he could not indulge himself so recklessly, nor could he sleep with her.

Chen Fatty looked up at Huiming, only to find that he could not read a thing from Huiming’s expression at all. Looking at the others, he saw that they had simply turned away.

“...Actually, sometimes being foolish, settling for the present, and pursuing only the goal formed by the very first thought that flashes through one’s mind in that instant may not be a bad thing.” Z curved his lips slightly as he looked at Tan Qiqi, and only the two of them understood the helplessness hidden in those words.