Chapter 121: Preparing the Dowry

Gu Tingzhou shielded Li Qingyun and the child behind him, his expression cold as he said, "We don’t know each other well. Comrade, you can just use my full name."

Tian Meixue, a bit embarrassed, replied, "Comrade Gu, what a coincidence to run into you all. Are you on your way to eat? Would you be willing to exchange some food coupons with me? I left in a hurry and forgot to bring mine."

Gu Tingzhou showed her no courtesy. "We don’t have any to spare. Try someone else."

In this life, he wanted nothing to do with this woman. Remembering how, in his previous life, she and her son had used him as a stepping stone to climb higher, he felt an unspeakable resentment.

The Gu family, as elder brothers, always worried that their younger brother was too stubborn, keeping things to himself and never confiding in the family. Meanwhile, Jiang Xian was facing the greatest crisis of her life.

Earlier, in the conference room, he had engraved abilities into his six subordinates, but so far, only Kamo Noriki and Shinmen Musashigenobu had truly received powers from Xishilang.

Lu Zhengming was a little disheartened: "The strengthening serum stimulates the body’s potential, then drains it completely, until even flesh and blood are consumed."

According to the laws of Ming India, how a slave owner manages their slaves is entirely their own affair.

It was much like those elm leaves at the treetops, basking in sunlight, vibrant and full of life.

Because of the additional memories, Xishilang knew that everyone gathered in this room was fiercely loyal to him.

Shi An grabbed the milk and bread, tore open the packaging and took a bite. Only after seeing Shi An eat did Jiang Du leave, satisfied.

Not spreading? The wound had been there for so long, and on top of that, new injuries on old ones—after hanging from those vines for such a long time, how could it be just a superficial wound?

Since He Yuzhu was ahead, getting to Shazhu meant having to pass by He Yuzhu first.

With no other choice, Wanyue could only use the Fuxi Mirror to raise a barrier, sealing off the area affected by the demonic fire.

"But I..." Min Jingxue still didn’t want to give up this rare opportunity to be alone with Qin Hao.

That afternoon, he sat cross-legged, cultivating the Haoran Righteousness Technique, eyes naturally closed, his soul's intent turned inward to regulate, while his spiritual sense extended outward, still monitoring the Hua residence.

Gong Ning, meanwhile, squatted off to the side with her phone. Suddenly, a message came through—from Gu Tingshen.

"I understand, Mother. Thank you for the reminder! Haha, otherwise Taiping would make another mistake!" With that, Princess Taiping laughed and pulled them away, lest her mother start nagging again.

When Qin Yu opened his eyes, he found himself in a quaint, traditionally furnished room: a table, a chair, a bed, a window, and nothing else.

Yet it was precisely for this reason that the two people hiding their presence beneath the stage saw their chance.

Some of those sword-lights radiated searing heat, others a chilling cold, some bristled with sharp intent, while others seemed incredibly solid and weighty.

The mountains undulated, spreading into vast, primeval forests, trees towering skyward, their branches lush and full. Under a blanket of snow, they wore a mantle of pure white, exuding a sense of holiness.

Limited by the power of demonic thoughts, Yang Yu’s spell could now, at most, scout out the most populous place within ten miles.

Turning another corner, Shen Nianyi made her way from the dungeon and was amazed at the exquisite design within the mountain. It was as if she had stepped from one world into another: moments ago a gloomy Hall of Yama, now a landscape alive with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

"I feel the same. The Second Princess is likely not an ordinary person. Let's wait and see—there’s no use speculating now." Mo Bing Shuang nodded in agreement. She too had long harbored doubts about the so-called Second Princess. She didn’t know why, but something simply felt amiss.

Now, although Sushasu Man had her suspicions, she was still unclear about the true benefits, and had no idea when her own spiritual sense had been infused into the ring.