Chapter 47: Killing the Body, Destroying the Spirit

“Da Bao, are you feeling better now?”

“Da Bao, your mother is truly wonderful. I saw it myself—without a moment’s hesitation she jumped in to save you.”

“Da Bao, did Tie Dan really push you?”

A few children chattered around the edge of the kang, their voices lively and curious.

Da Bao sat up, looking weakly at everyone.

“My mother packed candies for me. I wanted to share them with all of you, and Tie Dan wanted some too. He tried to snatch them from my bag, but I wouldn’t give them, wouldn’t play with him, so he kept following me. Later, I was standing by the well, watching Mao Tou play, and then…”

He finished everything he wanted to say in one breath, even if it meant this emotional fellow might lose his head, he would not regret it. He believed that a man must face his problems head-on: if love is gone, let it go; if you can’t, pursue it; don’t spend your days with a gloomy face, for who could stand to look at that?

Yet Qian Fancheng didn’t feel relieved. Instead, he grew more cautious, glancing at his side, only to see a quietly placed black sword sheath, a green blade, and a few scattered wheat grains.

Lately, he felt hungry every day, but when he ate, he had no appetite. At this moment, he was truly troubled. As soon as he finished speaking, he poured himself a glass of red wine and drank it down, then slowly closed his eyes.

He also felt his eyes grow sore, but as a man, how could he shed tears so easily? So he endured, refusing to let his emotions show.

Cen Yuanguo, seeing they had left, finally sat beside Xia Qingyun. After hesitating for a moment, he gathered his courage and pulled her into his arms.

“It’s so late. Have you eaten? Shall I have something brought up for you?” Lin Yi shifted the conversation.

After Tian Jiahui and the others got out of the car, they walked off into the distance, careful not to provoke the bandits, silently concealing themselves.

This time, Zhou Yan returned to the city hand in hand with Xu Qing for a tender stroll. They had already mastered a special disguise technique; otherwise, they wouldn’t dare venture out. Now Zhou Yan was the very image of a tycoon—wealthy, powerful, and generous to his subordinates.

At this moment, it was as though he had just returned from the gates of hell, gasping for breath, looking like a man who had survived disaster.

He pressed her hands above her head against the wall, his other hand gripping her waist, biting her tender lips with abandon.

Now, in Mianjiang, thanks to Gan Ning’s military maneuvers these past days, the Han Zhong army had already been cleared from the river. With these obstacles gone, the victorious Cao Ren and Xiahou Dun began to lead their troops across the river.

The divine power of the Three Realms guardian beasts, which had invaded Ye Xiu’s spiritual platform and sea of consciousness, seemed to have encountered something terrifying. In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace.

“So what do you want, then? What will make you let me go?” Murong Xiang’er retorted impatiently, unwilling to miss this rare opportunity for self-rescue.

As Yun Hao laughed heartily, Chu Yan joined in with a delicate giggle, and even Aunt Wu couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

Ye Xiu, seeing that even his eighth-level Profound Yin Divine Skill couldn’t subdue the plague beast, took out a Fiery Talisman—an intermediate Daoist fire spell.

Beside him, Mogadi looked at the two with a face full of grievance. He wasn’t human, merely a skeleton, unable to drink wine.

“Boss Tang, please be patient. Let me clarify this matter first.” Ye Wentian was also bewildered by Ye Xiu’s sudden tough stance and couldn’t figure out what was going on with his grandson.

Zhang Qi claimed that several months ago he had entered the ancient kingdom of Loulan once, so he was thoroughly familiar with the passage.

“No, this belongs to an old friend of mine. I’m only using it temporarily.” Qing Xuanzi replied with a gentle smile.

The rooftop was blanketed in thick snow, long icicles hung from the eaves, and everything had a primitive, comforting feel.