Chapter Ninety-Seven: You Are Just a Non-Player Character

When Qin Xiaomo first saw such an expression on Qian Mubai’s face, her heart gave a sudden jolt, as if she had truly done something wrong.

“What I want, you can’t give me. We’re not people of the same world, so just live well in your own. As for me being your wife, don’t go around mentioning it carelessly anymore. From the start, I never truly took it seriously either. I only treated it as your momentary playfulness, so you don’t need to take it too seriously yourself.” Qin Xiaomo’s cold words made Qian Mubai feel as though his heart were breaking.

“Playfulness? You think I was joking with you?”

Qian Mubai’s eyes were full of sorrow. Qin Xiaomo did not dare meet his gaze and went on, “Isn’t that so? Do you even know what real feelings are? ...”

Ruan Meng’s gentle voice drew Marco Polo’s thoughts back. She lifted her head, and her dim black eyes naturally carried the hazy softness of rain, making it impossible to see what lay within her heart.

So she had always believed that the Azure Dragon Society was like a warm, harmonious family, where all its members were brothers and sisters to one another. Clearly, her idea was a little too utopian.

On the Heavenly Cloud Platform, the two stood facing one another. The fierce clash that had just taken place had left everyone exhilarated, and the crowd below the stage was buzzing with heated discussion.

He was not the Shido Itsuka of the original story, and he would not favor one over another. In the original, Shido Itsuka had repeatedly ignored Origami Tobiichi’s feelings, and Yin found that very hard to stomach.

Those pale peach-colored lips, when they smiled, were coldly and breathtakingly beautiful; the upturned corners of the mouth seemed like a kiss long planned in advance.

The dean had been working in his office, but he rushed out in a hurry. At the hospital entrance, he saw Xiao Zhe.

“So why is he suddenly thinking of killing people now?” Dong Xiaoxuan felt that the ghost general was simply talking nonsense.

It was only when I reached the bar counter that the broad-browed owner pointed to a price list on the table, and even handed me another sheet listing today’s special dishes with both hands.

Unfortunately, the blood loss was too great. When everything before her went completely black, Ruan Meng felt a violent lurch, as though the floor had been hurled up into the sky.

“Oh, and there’s another secret you definitely don’t know: Shendian is not my master, and she has already gone to the Golden Heaven. There is no way she can come back to help me do anything.”

The clockwork body that had been flying along suddenly swerved and shot toward Yasuo’s direction, even knocking Gragas and the Prince aside in its path.

He had worked so hard just to deal with two Lingxiao puppets, yet Lingxiao had casually wiped out four Blood Sword Sovereign puppets.

“Don’t panic. Having a baby also depends on timing. Only if you have sex during the ovulation period can you get pregnant,” Zhong Nan replied.

Above the altar, a pillar of light towered upward. Faintly visible within the beam was a viscous, mysterious orb of primordial energy.

This time, Lingxiao drew number five, which meant he would be the last to go up, though who his opponent would be was still unknown.

Murong Qingran glared at Lang Xiaocheng once again. At this moment, where was the weariness he had shown just moments ago?

“If I said yes, then what?”

Just as Yu Liuming was about to turn his horse around and launch a second charge at Ci Yu, an overwhelming sense of danger suddenly surged through his entire body. The next instant, he saw a sword, a swath of white robes, and a face old and cold.

Meanwhile, Cang Xue had reached the main hall of the Black Tulip, already drunk senseless. His cheeks, flushed from drink, looked even more vivid, setting off that spotless, handsome face and making some idle young wastrels who were just about to head home stare with lewd faces, drooling as they rubbed their hands together and slowly approached.

Ye Chen’s barrage of words, combined with the calming power of the Buddha force, actually left Shi Zishen Hao stunned for a moment.

For that very reason, there was not the slightest trace of impatience in her heart as time went by. Perhaps it was because, deep down, she had always believed in Xie Jinlan’s character.

Xie Jinlan’s gaze was fixed straight on Cheng Sheng, as though he meant to see through the thoughts hidden in his heart.

The reason the Ziwei Heavenly God could suppress Sun Bing so thoroughly, and display such terrifying strength, was not precisely because he wanted to deal with Sun Bing as quickly as possible?

Hearing Emperor Tianqing’s words, the others all smiled. Zi Xi’s smile was especially sweet, while only Yun Ling looked somewhat dim. Though she was smiling too, it felt more like forced cheer. No matter how happy one appears on the surface, it can never fully conceal disappointment.