Chapter 38: Bringing Her Home
I held Meng Lianqiao in my arms, my thoughts tangled and complex. After a while, Meng Lianqiao gently moved away from me, lowering her head in embarrassment, her demeanor sweet and coy.
“I still don’t know your name,” she said softly, her chin dipped, though I could still see the faint blush on her cheeks.
Only then did I realize I had never told Meng Lianqiao my name.
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“You know the Prince?” Jun Moyue and her brother asked in unison, their voices filled with disbelief. Just moments ago, they had regarded me as an enemy, yet with a blink, it seemed the enemy might now be a friend.
Sword Twelve, holding Yuan Futuo in one hand, transformed into a dazzling golden light and flew out of the secret cave.
“Seal of Virtue?” Ge Ling darted to the side of Lady Wang, the consort of Eastern Wise King, and quickly tugged her sleeve. Her arm was as fair as snow, without so much as a single red mark.
Compared to Su Jiujiu, whose face was filled with curiosity and puzzlement, Hua Qianmei, who had been tense moments before, was startled when she saw Su Jiujiu’s gaze fall upon her.
“All right,” Dan Ning replied softly, sounding distracted as she furtively hid her hand behind her.
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His dark eyes lowered slightly, and when Ye Mohan looked at Su Jiujiu again, his gaze was earnest and resolute.
The frantic, anxious expression that fell upon her was like a mouse confronted by a cat.
Seated on the bed, the man gasped for breath, unable to regain his composure for a moment.
Though neither side had discussed it, there was a remarkable tacit understanding between them. Each dispatched a Martial Saint, a Martial Lord, and twenty Martial Kings.
Xiu’er took a handkerchief to wipe Lü Zuoqing’s face, and when she reached the left temple, Lü Zuoqing hissed in pain.
Thinking back, he realized he had been far too lenient toward Nie Daming; he ought to have frightened him much more.
Despite the old man’s loyalty to Ye Qiu, almost all the priestesses had fled, but he remained in the cave, steadfast.
If not for the subsequent relocation of Dao Xuan Sect to the Qingyuan Mountains, and the emergence of the Qingqiu Realm at just this moment, Dao Xuan Sect would likely have been forgotten. Only cultivators with longer years knew the true depth of Dao Xuan Sect. Clearly, however, those sects causing a ruckus at Dao Xuan were not among them.
“Why bother with all that? She’s my wife, I’ll cherish her myself—who has the right to say otherwise?” He was unconcerned.
Li Fu and Dongqing followed the old lady out of the city, walking until noon the next day, yet still hadn’t reached Sun Family Fort. By the roadside was a noodle stall; the old lady ordered two bowls for Li Fu and Dongqing, while she sat by the road, eating coarse grain cakes.
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Listening to music before sleep was Yu Shiyang’s habit, yet he hadn’t done so these past couple of days, having been unusually busy.
Hu Tianshi, whose spiritual power was formidable, suddenly felt a jolt in his heart, a sensation as if life and death hung by a thread.
He folded his hands and sincerely said, “Thank you, Master!” The ‘Muscle Transformation Classic’ would advance his martial arts by several levels, a benefit almost on par with the guidance of the ‘Dragon God.’
Mentioning Wu’er, the old monk’s heart softened instantly. He picked up a piece of chicken breast and held it to Wu’er’s mouth, but the water sprite pinched its nose and darted away.
Lu Xiangsheng’s courage constantly inspired his battle-hardened soldiers; each time they entered the fray, Lu Xiangsheng always charged at the forefront.
Gu Yunlan let out a heavy breath, mustering all his strength as he raised the Feihong Sword and plunged it toward the heart of the mother and child.
“Repair the ancestral hall in my in-laws’ village,” he said. Those people had once humiliated Ayin, and now that he had reclaimed his identity, he needed to restore his dignity.
Nie Aifang, busy and unable to spare a moment, merely nodded to Huang Yan before continuing to serve dishes, weigh vegetables, calculate prices, and collect payments.