Chapter 163: Cast a Long Line to Catch a Big Fish

The woman soon returned with a lunchbox filled with noodles, standing in the corridor as she finished every last bite.

The sky had turned completely dark.

The lights inside the carriage were on, but they were exceptionally dim, casting only a faint glimmer that barely allowed one to make out a person's features.

After finishing her meal, Li Qingyun took the initiative to wash the lunchbox, moving about to stretch her legs.

She had slept all afternoon and felt quite refreshed, with no desire to rest. She urged Gu Tingzhou to take the chance to sleep, noting that he hadn't slept well the night before and had missed his nap that afternoon.

Knowing he would have to keep watch during the night, Gu Tingzhou complied and lay down, falling asleep within a minute.

Hearing this, Hong Mingjie nodded. He knew Liu Yang’s analysis was spot on; this place had become a hotbed of trouble, and he absolutely could not stay here for long.

Di Qing was greatly excited by Zhong Hao’s words, thinking that if this method could protect most of the Western Army soldiers from the miasma, it would be enough. He reasoned that since pearl barley and betel nuts were easily obtained local products in the south—and carried no ill effects—it was worth trying this anti-miasma method.

They had originally assumed the child was speaking that way because he had encountered setbacks and been deceived. Now, hearing Su Wen’s words, they were left at a loss.

Once on the ship, Mavis cast a spell on Natsu to keep him from getting seasick, and the group departed from Tenrou Island in a grand, sweeping manner.

Two roars intertwined as they flew toward Third Master, whose gaze sharpened as he cleaved through the magical light waves with his sword! It wasn't over yet; the two followed the light effects created by the magic and charged directly at him.

The clone lying on the ground twitched her fingers. Fury wondered if her choice at this moment was the right one; she had never felt so reckless in her life.

As Shen Yu, who held the black banner, changed his aura, the brilliant sword light surrounding him vanished, replaced by swirling, gentle breezes.

Although she felt a twinge of disappointment that the Emperor had not come to console or coax her as she had imagined, she held her ground.

The four youths selected by Zhong Hao and Gao Deli all appeared honest and dependable; they were orphans who had lost their families in the floods and had no one else to rely on.

She tried hard to appear calm and very serious, just as Sir Charkolos had taught her. Incidentally, Sir Charkolos was currently squatting on her lap without a sound, slowly flicking his tail, looking exactly like an ordinary, handsome cat of a noble breed.

Sang nodded and reached out to take the umbrella handed to her by Wan’er. It was the temporal artifact gifted by Huan Qian back when she was still reversing time and altering Chen Zimeng’s destiny.

She wanted to lift her arms to embrace him back, but they felt as if they had been filled with lead; they were too heavy to lift.

Fortunately, Foreman didn't need to come inside for the moment, as he had to drive the carriage behind that messy pile of hay. Yang Yi decided not to worry about it, lifting the curtain hanging on the side of the carriage to look out. It was a good thing Foreman was wearing a cloak; otherwise, driving a carriage in a formal gown would surely have drawn even more inquisitive stares.

Yang Yi hadn't been in the fairy tale world for long, but he had visited many places and seen more than the average person. Yet, he never dreamed he would one day arrive in a kingdom that was entirely green. It looked harmonious—a harmony of green that was truly curious and bizarre.

However, she did not speak, nor did she show any intention of leaving. She, who was often teased for being a chatterbox, had suddenly become tongue-tied.

Later historians, when studying that period, speculated that Cai Jing, styled Yuanchang, must have been the son of Su Shi; otherwise, how could he have been so handsome and refined?

"Brother V, if... if I told you that I like you and want to marry you, would you give up on Kurenai Yu?" Terumi Mei bit her lip, hesitating, but still boldly confessed her feelings to Long Fei.

She was about to leave when her arm was tightly grabbed by Shen Donglin. His grip was always firm, and within seconds, Su Mi’s fingertips began to throb with pain.