36 The Man-Eating House (Thirty-Three)

Just then, the soft and melodious voice of Xie Qingqing drifted in from outside the door. Dazed and heavy-eyed, Lin Tianfan forced himself awake, climbed out of bed, and pulled the door open to let her in.

Qingyun planted one foot firmly on the floor and pressed his back against the wall, turning the torch mounted there. As the mechanism engaged, the pond reacted; the water level sank, and a hidden compartment containing medicine rose from the basin floor.

"What? The Young Master is coming too?" Qiu Rui’s heart was filled with indescribable tension. It had been over a decade since he last saw the Young Master, and he wondered if he would even recognize him now.

"It is your safety that matters, not Murong Tianxiang’s health. Why are you so obsessed, so unable to understand?"

"No need!" Hua Nongyue immediately stopped Uncle Yang. There was no point in pursuing a futile endeavor. "Perhaps he has long forgotten us, or perhaps he is living a good life now. Let us not disturb him further." He would live on in my heart, forever.

"She had no choice; she could not wait for my return, and by the time I came back, she was already pregnant. With my elder brother’s child." Amu’s fingers dug deep into his own flesh. For a man torn between love and family, how is one to choose? It was truly a cruel burden to bear.

In the end, Fang Xiaoyu decided that economic development was the priority. Fortunately, the center of the Cossack Empire’s government was in the Western Continent; even if they realized what was happening, it would take them over a year to react, which was enough time for him to repel the Wa navy. "Yes, Young Master." The three bowed and retreated.

Madam Chuli smiled and said, "Of course, that is no problem. You may send as many as you like." With that, she took the three letters from Liu Zhao’s hands.

Ladies and gentlemen, we shall dispense with the pleasantries of the story thus far and focus instead on the following day, when Shiqin led Yang Jian to the Heavenly Realm to pay his respects to the Heavenly Emperor.

Huang Jingxiang did not refuse this time. It was something he had longed for, and with Shen Jiayi having spoken so plainly, he had no reason to decline. He let her wipe his face, catching the faint, lingering fragrance emanating from her handkerchief.

Since these prayer beads could store spiritual energy and nourish one’s own body in critical moments, perhaps they could also temporarily suppress the yin poison within, resolving the immediate crisis.

A sense of relief washed over him. Since the Pill-Guarding Elder had agreed to help, he would not harm him, and for now, he was safe. It seemed the relationship between Yue Zhi and the Pill-Guarding Elder was truly extraordinary.

Ren Chuanqing discovered that Shu Jin was a peerless master of the culinary arts. This pair of master and familiar was a match made in heaven. It was just that Youzi’s personality was usually too flighty and prone to trouble; Shu Jin was already exhausted dealing with the aftermath of her antics and had no energy left to explore food with her.

"What is happening, Kester?" Ren Chuanqing suddenly recalled his inexplicable appearance two days ago, and a wave of panic washed over her. The mass arrival of these guides was, by any measure, an ominous sign.

Xie Bicheng felt a bitter ache in his heart. He suddenly realized that his uncle had been remarkably lenient during his scolding yesterday. Facing his son Dou Dou, who looked up to him with such adoration, he felt he deserved a scolding himself.

"Someone, close the screen!" Gao Jingwen noticed Qi Qing’er’s eyelids fluttering as if she wanted to open them but could not, and she spoke with urgent haste.

When he kissed her, Qi Qing’er felt a piercing pain, followed by a sensation of floating and being pushed backward. Then, she felt the cold rain lashing against her.

Yes, human nature is ugly. Once people realize that the one they follow can no longer provide them with benefits, betrayal becomes the most logical choice.

Having spent so long in this world filled with murderous intent, he had actually forgotten who he was supposed to be.

"Han Yan knows, of course! He is a disciple of the Brahma Sect!" Han Yan had no choice but to bite the bullet and say it, though she herself felt that the words were difficult to utter.

After a deafening explosion, Jiufeng was blasted out of the grand hall, which stood sixty-six hundred feet tall.

The housekeeper began signaling Jing Qiuxian, who followed his lead to the family safe.

In a sense, this was a massive release of humanity’s "excess capacity" and a significant expansion of human influence. Just imagine: a planet entirely shaped and led by humans—even if the inhabitants weren't human, wouldn't the planet have to obey them?

It was the personal battle armor of the former God of War. Perhaps she understood now what Lin Tian had come here for tonight.

Indeed, Yan Jinzhou was looking at Qi Feng with starry eyes, his mouth slightly agape. To Qi Feng, he looked truly adorable.

Gu Sifan emerged after pacing around the guest room. Seeing her drinking orange juice, he immediately snatched it from her hands.

Was it her imagination? Why did she always feel that the relationship between Lin Tian and Xiao Xue’er was even better than the one he had with her?

"You deserve to die!" Hu Jie’s eyes were bloodshot. He could not lose An Qingsheng, could not lose his captain; they were closer than kin. He channeled his Earth-style defensive magic, transforming it into an offensive force. Stones rained down with a thunderous roar, kicking up a storm of dust.

Han Bingyan had only wanted Lin Tian to think of a solution, but once she started speaking, her resentment poured out uncontrollably.

Seeing that she had not suffered any injuries and that her dress was merely dusted with sand, she could imagine how desperately Qi Feng had protected her.

Duan Jinrui is in danger—this thought filled her mind, leaving no room for anything else.

Jin Se did not want to endure the torture of those memories in the dream any longer. How she longed to wake up. She began to cry out at the top of her lungs.

Yet no one knew to whom the final victory would belong; everyone’s heart was clouded with a massive question mark.

Duan Jinrong did not care if he were truly dead. Even if Duan Muheng had escaped, so what? His men guarded every exit of the Imperial Palace, and his informants were everywhere in the capital; he would be found eventually. Besides, who would acknowledge an emperor who was not even in the palace?

I held her tighter, unconsciously. It was only when her eyes welled up with tears that I realized I had hurt her, and I hurriedly loosened my grip.

Lei Feng, who was never good at expressing himself, set a precedent. It was clear that he greatly admired the youth who had fought him to a standstill, and he extended an olive branch to Wang Jie.