Chapter 76: First Encounter with Tian Meixue

Li Qingyun awoke as soon as the woman burst in, calling for a doctor. She watched the mother and son with curiosity, wondering what was happening. Gu Tingzhou was taken aback when he saw the woman who had just rushed in—he hadn't expected to run into her here. He bent down and whispered a few words into his wife's ear. Li Qingyun's mouth fell open in disbelief. Could it really be? They had accidentally run into the protagonists of the novel, Chen Yi and his mother, Tian Meixue.

The novel itself began after Tian Meixue was reborn, so by rights, she shouldn't be reborn until next year. Therefore, Li Qingyun had no idea that Tian Meixue was already—

"Where to?" The driver, a bald man, asked while casting a scrutinizing glance up and down at Wang Zihao.

Clenching her teeth, she forced herself upright with her hands, sat up with difficulty, shuffled in her slippers, and, steadying herself against the wall, swayed her way to the bathroom. She splashed her face with cold water to wake herself up, then filled her stomach, took her medicine, and resolved to drag herself to the office, even if she had to crawl.

"Master, there's no need for you to trouble yourself searching; Tang Ruofei took the antidote and slipped away in secret long ago," Jin Xu reminded her smugly.

But that only made things worse—since the two of them were pressed so close together, her trembling sent Song Ziyang into a fit of sharp inhalations.

Yao Lan, after hearing what Li Tian said, nodded gently and said nothing more. Besides the mint, she added a pot of herbs, a pot of jasmine, two of roses, and a pot of geranium to her collection.

Normally, to greatly suppress the malevolent energy of a magical artifact was almost the same as diminishing its spiritual power, which would ultimately lower its grade.

"Young master, tell me, why is it that when you nail iron shoes onto a horse, driving in inch-long iron nails, it doesn't feel any pain?" As they walked slowly along, Zhou Cang couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

At this time, the true springtime of domestic games had not yet arrived. Players were still most enthusiastic about foreign titles, but the seeds of change had already begun to sprout.

"What? Are you out of your mind?" Hao Hua could no longer sit still at this; he jumped up from the sofa and stared in shock at Luo Weiyuan.

Lin Feiran was a little worried. Though it looked like a lot, it was probably only enough for the residents of a single building to eat for a month—or maybe two, if they were frugal.

The black-clad assassin at his side, eyeing his master's empty left hand, nervously asked the question on his mind.

He had no idea how strong a so-called level-1 anomaly might be. Was it just like an ordinary zombie, or was it as tough as an invulnerable ghoul? Or perhaps... was it something even stranger, like a ghost?

Erhei's loyalty was absolutely top-tier. As an elderly German Shepherd, he was highly intelligent and could definitely sense danger, distinguishing friend from monster with ease.

"This is a Spiritual Qi Pill. If you feel any changes tomorrow, let me know," she said—otherwise, it would be no different than feeding it to a dog.

Zhu Cishang's vision flickered, and sure enough, all the horizontal and vertical grids lit up. The five-star characters could now be rented again.

The bathing pool in the private chamber was spacious, the water adjusted to the perfect temperature—not too hot or cold—and the surface sprinkled with dried flower petals. The moment one entered, a delicate, pleasant fragrance filled the air.

A strikingly handsome youth clad in shining silver armor and wielding a trident-bladed spear stood before them, exuding pride from his every feature.

Liu Rushi then recounted the entire story in detail: from Zhu Youjian breaking out of Beijing, encountering danger at Weishan Lake and being rescued by Zhao Zilong alone, to Zhao Zilong graciously refusing the emperor's repeated entreaties and insisting on returning to Beijing to aid the crown prince.

After all, even if she had told them at the time, no one would have believed her—they’d probably just ridicule her in return.

Wu Yuqiao felt her heart tighten when she saw what happened. If even Shang Wan’er, who was less attractive than her, had been chosen, what about herself?

The Freak Show had arrived with great fanfare, not through Sopar Port, but by making a detour to the northern port city of Dicto in the Norton Empire. They claimed to be on a world tour, planning to stay in Sodeman until the end of next year’s World Exposition before returning home, so no one suspected a thing.