Volume 1, Chapter 39: Curvaceous in All the Right Places
From today on, they are husband and wife in the eyes of the law. They will be living under the same roof from now on. Shen Sisi feels her heart race and her face flush just thinking about it. Had Gu Chengfeng not been injured, she probably wouldn't have been able to stay in the same room with a man so calmly. Then again, even if he weren't injured, he likely wouldn't have any ulterior motives toward her. After all, his heart belongs to his childhood sweetheart. The Second Master sets down his chopsticks, peeling shrimp for Chen Meng and Nuonuo while watching Sha Baitian clown around; Chen Meng, for her part, is long accustomed to such sights. Yun Li does not hide the truth from him; after all, their two companies have a long-standing partnership, and they share a decent personal friendship, so discussing certain matters is harmless.
At Zhao Hongxiu’s words, Xia Hanqing freezes. She had been busy typing away in a chat with Luo Jiutian, but now, the screen of her phone gradually blurs before her eyes. Dawang cannot help but wear an expression of grievance and indignation—the same look that any relative in such a situation would inevitably harbor.
In her presence, he offers up his sharpest weapon, pledging both his life and his head to her. From then on, if she does not marry, he will not take a wife; it is a form of companionship. Compared to those lovers separated by death, he is content. Huo Qifeng turns to look at Liu Bin, who remains sitting slumped on the ground, bowing his head amidst the overwhelming condemnation. Xia Hanqing wants to savor the delicious drink once more, but she also hopes that Luo Jiutian can taste it. She calls out to Dabai, who immediately understands, taking the pot of cream buns made at noon to the kitchen to be steamed. Bingbing is incredibly grateful to Cookie and, yearning to follow her, voluntarily offers her spiritual energy to pledge her allegiance. Xiang Chenxi indeed notices the fatigue on Ling Xiao's face; he nods, and with a light tap of his toes, leaves behind a streak of purple lightning in the air.
A moment later, the support player feels a chill on his back. That figure had somehow appeared behind him before he knew it, and in the next instant, a blade pierces his heart from behind, running him through in a single stroke. Then, Dongfang Wanjing uses a rosewood spoon to scoop tea leaves into a lidded bowl, pouring boiling water from the nearby kettle over them; steam rises, carrying the fragrance of the tea. "I wonder why Young Master Ling has purchased so many medicinal herbs and forging materials. Surely you don't need to attend to such matters yourself? These items are quite common at the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce," Yun Menglan says, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Even if I lose, I will make you take this blow." Amidst the churning clouds of fire, Yu Luochen roars like a wild beast, his form shooting toward Wei Zimode in a straight line, defying death. Wrapped in fire, he transforms into a human torch, a sight both shocking and terrifying. As for the various rumored powers of heaven, earth, yin, and yang, they only appear in extremely specific locations, and no one would ever be willing to provoke them.
A moment later, nine powerful warriors of the Lolan military, wielding star weapons, arrive at the mountaintop. They form a Nine Palaces battle array, surrounding the creature that is neither man, ghost, nor demon—Nie Qianlong. "She wasn't good-looking to begin with; what difference does it make if she's disfigured?" Ouyang Ke’er sneers, gloating. "Then let us head back first." Su Qi waves his hand, leaving the training camp with the others. Song Lingfeng exchanges a few words before leading the group back to their station.
"What have you done?!" Shao Heng cannot help but struggle to his feet. Enduring the pressure of the barrier within the cave, he drags himself to the entrance, staring fixedly at the pale-faced Ning Qingjun. In an instant, the Jade-Flame Evil Serpent detonates violently, creating a heaven-shaking roar. A powerful shockwave, carrying billowing evil flames, sweeps out in all directions, instantly engulfing the Blood Skeleton. In terms of sheer power, it is no less than a full-force strike from a cultivator at the Great Circle of the Golden Core. This incident later became a laughingstock among the villagers, but the situation at the time was truly perilous; had Guan Yuntang been even a second slower in his reaction, he might well have had his throat torn out and been devoured by that wolf.