Volume One, Chapter 21: Do You Want Me to Save You?

“Her Majesty had long been farsighted and would never be harmed by a favored concubine.” Xichun still felt uneasy, but deep down he admired Mu Lixiao. He had already made a strong first move in the jade market; waiting for a buffer period before striking again was necessary. Otherwise, taking too big a step could easily lead to disaster.

As time passed and countless healing pills took effect, Lin Xuan’s body was visibly recovering at an astonishing rate.

Lin Xuan was momentarily stunned. Suddenly, he felt as if a fierce beast was fixated on him, stirring a dark unease within his heart.

However, aside from the vastly different architectural styles each player had, this world held no natural scenery at all, which was something I disliked. Thus, I had no desire to build houses in this land.

After a short moment, a whistling sound came from afar. A beam of light, visible to the naked eye, tore through the sky with terrifying momentum and instantly landed on the Sacred Ground of the Gods.

Qi Cai shouted sharply but had no intention of pursuing them. He still had a group of subordinates here, so he had to hold his ground.

Qi Cai looked toward the Grand Elder of the Tianji Clan. These people wanted to kill him; he wanted to kill them just as much.

Although with his formidable cultivation and medical skills, his great-grandfather’s life was naturally secure, unfortunately, a single flaw in the meridian of his left leg affected his entire body. Despite multiple attempts by his master, his great-grandfather had failed the heavenly tribulation twice in a row.

Now, that third daughter carried the label of “divorcee.” Unmarried to this day, she suffered from severe depression. Sometimes she would sit dazed, sometimes smile foolishly, or seek death and struggle. She was a far cry from the bright and clever girl she once was. Anyone who saw her felt deep pity.

Tian Tian enjoyed a delicious breakfast. While eating, she casually chatted with the maid from time to time.

Bitter Rain confidently drew an arrow from her waist, holding the longbow low. Without even summoning a pet, as the match began, Tang Yun, together with the Soul Wing and Greedy Wolf, launched the first attack. With a low shout, he entered a berserk state. Bitter Rain aimed, released, and swiftly completed a seamless volley of shots.

Zhuang Feng at least still entertained the idea of another wild drunken night, perhaps for a victory celebration; as for Meng Yuanhua, she seemed unable to envision such a day. Or rather, even if there were such a celebration, how many of today’s people would still be alive by then?

Why was it like this? Zhuang Feng understood—because He Li was his head guard. Under last night’s circumstances, He Li would surely be forced to drink; but once everyone was drunk and down, what would become of Zhuang Feng’s safety?

Pei Gongcuo smiled faintly and drained his cup. Hua Mian immediately sighed in relief but was suddenly pulled into his embrace. He lowered his head and fed her more wine. Caught off guard, she swallowed half, then coughed violently, spraying the rest onto Pei Gongcuo.

He sighed softly, “You may leave now.” Turning, he wearily laid down on the couch.

Wan Tao knew well what she was thinking. In recent months, due to the emperor’s neglect, she often shed tears quietly at night. Yet she never imagined she would become so utterly despondent. Had she known this was coming, she would never have concealed what Ji Yunye told her.

“You mean he... he won’t come back either?” Tayang gazed at his side profile. Though mottled with thorns in the moonlight, it was still elegant.

“I know you’re close with Luo Anruimon, and you want to trace him to see if there’s any chance he’s still alive,” Viscount said.

Bai Jie hadn’t wanted to stoop so low, but faced with this stone pillar that doesn’t move but spins, he had no other choice.

As the embodiment of the Purple Palace’s laws, Fengjian could use the Hongmeng Purple Qi and part of the Purple Palace’s laws within the limits permitted by Lin Yang. Within this range, Fengjian was even more adept than Lin Yang, incredibly skilled.

This refrigerator was originally for storing ingredients in the kitchen. But since Jun Lin received those few spirit herbs, they have completely taken over the fridge.

Chu Huang was also restless. If Ling Yun really came to harm, it would be a great loss for the Haoyue Kingdom.

In contrast, Jin Pin appeared much more indifferent. Her slender crescent eyebrows slightly furrowed, rosy lips pressed tight, the corners drooping unconsciously, a subtle look of worry on her face.

The murky liquid covered with countless tiny purple eyes emitted a faint void force. This made Ye Feng suspect that the creature secreting this filthy fluid was a visitor from the void.

Fire Princess loosened her clothes, revealing an ancient star pattern on her shoulder—an odd fire lion totem.

As for Leng Zhu’er, she was utterly indifferent, merely watching everything coldly from the side.

Therefore, to be safe, this time Jun Lin climbed over the school wall from outside to enter.

The two laughed and chased out of the dormitory, only to meet Granny Hu. “What’s got you in such high spirits?” Granny Hu asked with a smile.

Did you think words didn’t hurt? It’s just that I don’t want to be seen in public, but I’m very clear about my own state. What do my family say to me? Except for meals, they rarely see me. Sometimes not even then; my free time is all spent in front of the computer.

Jilara patted her son’s head. “Go to the reception room and speak there.” Her mood was heavy, unlike the light-hearted chatter from a few days ago.

Bai Shanshan didn’t act coquettishly, asking him to come over. Instead, she rose slightly, half-pouncing, half-leaning beside Zhang Jinsong. Her swimsuit-clad chest rubbed against his bare arm, causing Zhang Jinsong’s mind to flutter faintly.