Chapter Eighty-Eight: No One Is an Exception

Wei Ze stared at Lu Qingfei in utter disbelief.

“You actually didn’t answer it!”

A breeze stirred, lifting Lu Qingfei’s long hair across her pale cheek as she replied offhandedly, “My senior brother won’t let me eat anything you give me. He suspects you have feelings for me.”

“...”

It was one thing to be overly attentive without reason, which already smelled like mischief or theft.

But what did having “feelings” even mean?!

Wei Ze did not understand, yet he was deeply shaken.

“Also, please have some food and drinks prepared. Thanks.” Qian Yun was a little hungry. Lately, she had begun to feel as though ordinary life was returning, and she often felt thirsty and hungry.

If that happened, the immortal cultivation game would sound an alarm, prompting the maintenance staff to check on it and handle the issue accordingly.

Wang Yaoguang, whose thoughts had wandered off course, awkwardly laughed to herself and let the matter drop, casually admiring the scenery of the estate along the way.

Everything was handled through a phone. Since she could not get through herself, it was only natural that no one else could either.

Although they were walking toward the private room, the man’s intimate gesture made Chu Wuyou shiver.

His death had three versions: one said he was struck to death by lightning, another said he was playing with his hammer and ended up crushed by it, and a third said he was cut down before Tong Pass by Yujuluo’s dragging-blade tactic.

The man, who had an intense obsession with cleanliness, suddenly felt a tightness between his brows and wanted to strip off his clothes right then and there.

That cry might not have been heard by others, but for someone who had been keeping a close eye on the girl, it was another matter entirely.

This time, there was no escaping it. Qian Yun clenched her teeth, preparing to fight with everything she had. She drew out the Heavenly Fire and swept it broadly toward Feng Zhi’s sword. The blazing flames made everyone think that Qian Yun was merely hastily using fire to block the attack.

The chest had no lock. Not this one, nor any of the others in the carriage. Yan Jun opened it gently and saw that it was lined with dry straw; it was indeed meant for valuables. He moved the straw aside and was startled: inside were neatly arranged muskets, along with packets of gunpowder.

That daughter of the Xiao family was the master’s own younger sister. Even if someone lent him ten times the courage, he still would never dare to harass her.

The Prince of Duan and the Prince of Zhong were going to meet the emperor, so I led a few guards and the foolish fish I had reeled in back to the Consort Shu’s sleeping quarters.

The kitchen had no lights on either, but there was moonlight, and after all it was a home I knew intimately; even with my eyes closed, I would not take a wrong step, and even in the dark I could find where things were.

What sort of mindset was that, to resent seeing others do well? A Niu looked down on him. “So what you said in the hospital was really a compliment to me?”

By then they were already in the elevator.

“Dean, you can rest easy. With this miraculous potion, that fledgling A Niu will never escape my grasp.” Qin Daodao laughed in delight.

The black tail, armored in scales, lashed through the air like an iron whip and struck toward Lin Ming.

Besides, he knew that Richard had not been satisfied with merely teaching the red-faced parrot to speak; he was secretly preparing to make a big splash. Better to act as though he knew nothing.

If this were reality, refusing an invitation from such a peerless beauty would probably bring divine retribution. But right now, the very last thing he felt like doing was going shopping. Thinking of the streets where he had been born, raised, lived, and built his life reduced to ruins made him feel indescribably miserable.

Over the past few days, Li Qing’an had been issuing orders constantly to the Western Regions, first commanding all the kingdoms of the Western Regions to send prince-level envoys to Chang’an to pay homage to the new emperor and congratulate him on his accession, in order to counter Li Longji’s claim that it was not a legitimate succession.

Chen Yun had broken through, but if he did not stabilize his realm, who knew when his cultivation might become unstable and his own divine qi might burst him apart from within. By then, even if the immortal estate had been upgraded to the top-tier fifteenth level, it might still be unable to save him.

“Our king will be left in your care. If she enters her mature stage, remember to let her return to the clan often and take a look around.”

At this moment, Feng Xi and the other three elders had already made up their minds. Their king was parasitic within Meng Li’s body, and her growth could not be separated from Meng Li. They could only accept this reality.