Volume 1, Chapter 27: Carrying Them Into the House One by One

Hei Zi covered his face with one hand while slowly pulling the door shut. His movements were awkward, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Take your time, Brother Feng, it's fine. I'll be waiting for you in the car..." Hei Zi’s voice carried a hint of fawning, mixed with a touch of embarrassment.

Nong Xue tiptoed toward the Emperor's bedchamber, only to find the door left ajar and the room inside deathly quiet.

*Creak, creak, creak*—Li Ling'er raised a slender hand and touched the dragon-coiled lamp resting on the crimson, gold-carved pillar.

If you were anyone else, you would have remarried or taken a concubine long ago. But you remain unable to let go of her, so Wang Xirui’s life was truly worth it. And Cheng Yanzhong, you have fulfilled your duties as a husband; I shall leave you to your own devices, but tonight is a night for you to remember Wang Xirui.

The human-faced, snake-bodied beauty’s body shuddered violently, and then an image seemed to appear in her eyes, a faint vision of the world’s destruction.

Outside the cave, although Gui Mian Guyu was disguised as a doddering old Taoist, he could not conceal his elegant demeanor in the slightest. Amidst the gentle breeze and the beautiful scenery, he seemed free from all worldly constraints, like a drifting immortal.

Mai Zhao Ling took a deep breath to calm her heart. She really wanted to slap the cute, big-eyed dragon in her hands to death.

However, the lack of defense Xu Renguang spoke of referred only to a lack of coordinated support, not an abandonment of defense altogether. All he had to do now was defend well against Shan Shuren and then focus his full effort on attacking.

After that, no matter how Du Bian begged him, he remained indifferent. Alchemists were mostly cold-hearted; expecting them to suddenly show kindness was impossible.

Having finished speaking, he produced a large black banner and began to wave it fiercely toward the rear of the Duyang Palace. The black threads he and Elder Yun had manifested seemed to follow a guiding force, rushing toward that spot like swarms of arrows trailing tail-feathers.

By lunchtime, both Ye Qingjue and Gui Mian Guyu were ready and seated. They were surprised that Luo Wusheng, who always said "if you aren't proactive about eating, there's something wrong with your brain," had not yet appeared.

The shadow’s hand brushed the hair from Yi Mu’s forehead. Looking at his perfect face, a ragged, heavy gasp escaped his throat. He impatiently pulled down his trousers, aiming for that flawless face.

After all, the CEO must have put a lot of thought into this... and calling ahead to book the entire place... it was quite a lot of trouble.

If this had happened to an ordinary person, they would likely avoid such a place like the plague, wouldn't they?

Casually pulling out a bright red hundred-yuan bill, Lin Feng handed it to the taxi driver and walked into the Hanhai Building.

The exchange meeting was scheduled for three days, but because the matter Mu Danzhu brought up was so serious, Chief Yang had already requested that it be held after the New Year.

He carefully memorized the placement of the stone piles in his mind, observed the orientation and trends, and then slowly stepped into the formation. Entering through the Gate of Scenery, he first turned toward the Li position, walked five steps forward, searched for the Kun position to reach the Xun position, walked seven steps further, moved to the Zhen position, and finally exited through the Gate of Life.

His far-reaching vision, broad thinking, and the boldness of his actions were things Wu Shuqing had seen only once in his entire life.

Once he said this, Li Yadong understood. When he thought about it, it made sense: if the construction difficulty wasn't so high, why would it get more expensive toward the end?

The days Su Man spent at Avril’s home felt like a dream, though a slightly terrifying one.

She would also stay here, as Brother Shengli was destined not to remain for long. Aleph and the others needed at least one translator, and so she proved useful.

The overly affectionate form of address only made Yi Yang feel more uncomfortable. Even though he knew the gap between them, this child... this time, the distance between him and Qiao Chuqing had grown even wider.