Chapter 102: Qingyue Comes Calling

Li Qingyue arrived on the tenth day of the autumn harvest, just as dusk was falling. Her sudden appearance, heavily pregnant, startled Li Qingyun.
“Qingyue, why did you come at this hour? Where’s Yu Gui? Why didn’t he come with you?”
Li Qingyun hurried to help her inside. At six months, her belly was already quite large, yet she herself was thin as a reed, only her stomach protruding. The sight was startling.
“Yu Gui’s busy with the harvest, so I came alone. It’s just a little over six months—I can still walk and run. It’s nothing.”
I listened to the message you brought.
The car traveled smoothly along the suburban road. Lin Han admired the night scenery flanking the highway. Soon, they entered a vast and stately estate, parking before a building steeped in European grandeur.
Tang Yuan laughed, neither urging nor persuading. Many sought him out; he had no need to care about just one.
Xiao Wanwan’s cheeks flushed, but she still said to me, “To marry you is a stroke of luck.” We exchanged a smile, all understood without words.
He could now wield twelve forms, but Bai Mu would not use this move unless absolutely necessary. After all, they were overseas, with the Alliance of Extraordinary Powers lurking, intent unknown. He had to keep a trump card in reserve.
This battle seemed a triumph for the Xiangxi office, but in the final analysis, rankings in other districts shifted as well. Only Yuzhou suffered the worst luck, losing face entirely.
As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd below erupted in strong protest. To receive a master’s guidance was fortune earned over generations, and this fellow was too stingy to spare a coin?
I drove over, Liu Shuang and her parents got in, and I turned the car around to take them home.
“You have your own key—let yourself in. I’ve walked with you as you asked, and now you can do as you please. I have things to do and won’t keep you company.” At the door to the room, I told Su Mo.
Both leapt at once—the young man in black slashed at the phoenix’s right wing with his broken sword, while Bai Mu struck the left with his fist.
“Why not? What reason is there not to? At my age, with my circumstances, could I possibly meet someone better than him?” Tong Wangjun retorted to me.
Yun Zhong immediately contacted the patriarch of the Jiangbei Liu family, with whom he was well-acquainted.
Just as Ning Qiushui pondered how best to welcome Qi Muyao, the long-absent Su Qingqiu returned to the woods, carrying the unconscious Mo Ziyan in his arms.
These things made Meng Jiwu realize that now he could only obey Gu Yun’s commands. Only then would he maximize his chance of survival in this mission.
Li Hao rushed over and quickly drew the bed curtains, shouting at Lin Tian, “What are you doing? Sunlight is extremely harmful to her. Even a trace of light on her skin causes unbearable, agonizing pain—worse than death!” Li Hao raged at Lin Tian like a madman, his voice unceasing.
Victor escaped trouble and led his men swiftly out of the economy cabin. By the time they reached the escape pod, the dozen modified warriors busy in the cockpit had just returned.
Previously, he was gravely injured by a formidable enemy, then, by misfortune, swept into a turbulent time stream. When he next awoke, he found himself in a new world, his wounds not fully healed. Now, he could only muster thirty percent of his peak strength.
She was not happy living with such a weak man, but her family background compelled her.
Now, in the vast galaxy spanning 520,000 light-years in diameter, there was not a single life-bearing or resource-rich planet. Even the original star system of the Panhua Empire had been utterly destroyed, reduced to countless meteors and interstellar dust drifting across the galaxy.
Those who spoke up had faces as long as shoe soles, their voices highly distinctive. The rose-pink dress made their faces appear even longer.