Chapter 32: Gu Qingye Indeed Has a Knack for Dad Jokes

Ten minutes later, Gu Qingye returned, and Li Sanhua realized that Lu Youyou had not been humble in the slightest.

The man walked into the kitchen with calm composure, and the woman followed suit—at least with her words.

"The kelp needs to be shredded; blanch it first, then toss it."

"You already caught the fish today? Then fry a few more later, and I’ll prepare the soup."

"Are you planning to braise the pork belly or..."

At first, Lu Youyou was a bit reserved, but with time pressing and tasks mounting, she could no longer worry about having an audience.

The moment lasted for a long time, so long that it almost left Liunian breathless. When Si Lvhen finally let her go, she began to pant incessantly.

I felt quite uncomfortable at that moment. Su Meng’s words seemed to carry many layers of meaning, the most apparent being sorrow and inferiority, as if my relationship with Ye Shanshan was righteous and legitimate, while she was somehow beneath us. I desperately wanted to console her, but in the end, I said nothing. I knew that whatever I said would be the same; it would only make her feel worse.

For a period after that, I didn't dare mention the incident to Ye Shanshan. We mostly spent our time after school sitting on the playground, sharing kisses and the like. She seemed somewhat traumatized, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow; if I made even the slightest move that crossed the line, she would panic, fearing someone might appear.

The multicolored firebird slammed violently into the alley wall, exploding with a thunderous roar.

Seeing my strange behavior, Yu Mengyao grasped my intent, guessing that I had been wary of her all along. However, she was well aware that there was a reason for my caution.

His voice cut off abruptly. The people in the carriage, trembling in fear that they might plummet to their deaths, began to gasp in low voices. Beside them, Ron’s donut slipped from his hand and landed on the ground.

This was Bai Cao Song, an elder of the Hundred Herb Valley. The people of the Hundred Herb Valley always maintained this appearance of ethereal, immortal grace. Of course, what they were like behind closed doors was another matter entirely.

"Zhang Jin, do you know Fourth Brother? I saw you two chatting quite happily just now." Yu Jun had only seen the man, Zhang Jin, speaking with Zhuang Yi and Ye Jun, but he hadn't heard the content of their conversation.

Because her life was not hers alone; it belonged to others—to Xi, to her parents.

For Jia Zhengjin, however, treating their injuries was as easy as turning over his hand. A few red herbs gathered from the forest were more than enough to fully restore them.

"Wood, shouldn't we be doing something?" Seeing the chubby man’s pained expression, Mu Qin finally stepped forward. In her view, continuing to live like this was simply not a solution. As a contractor, she had never experienced a mission world where she could be so idle.

Because Xia Jun had stolen a large number of heaven and earth spiritual herbs from the medicine garden, the sect lacked the ingredients for alchemy. His monthly allotment of pills had been withheld, and he grew to hate Xia Jun for it.

Pushing open the door, we entered. There were five chambers, all fully furnished. There was no musty smell of long-term vacancy; though covered in a thin layer of dust, it seemed Li Gang had sent people to clean them from time to time, so we could move in without much effort.

Two disciples supported Wu Song toward the guest room. Since Wu Song had claimed to be muddled, he couldn't well refuse, so he let them guide him.

Taking the rope from his hand, I dragged the corpse onto the shore with all my might. I didn't want to look, but curiosity got the better of me, and I snuck a few glances.

"I worked the night shift, and I was scared half to death last night. My eyelids won't even stay open. Go sell it yourself; just treat me to some dumplings when you're done." I still tried to hand the eyeball over to him.

As for water, this place was originally an underground water town; the entire area where people moved about was marked by water patterns.

Sighing, Liu Yang felt a faint blue glow emanate from his "Ultra-Luxury Fully Automatic Power-Enhancing Shoes."

"Bastard!" Ivan recognized the man in the photo as Frank at a glance and couldn't help but curse in a fit of rage. The truth was already looming; now, they only had to wait for the results from the Chinese police.

Gambling? Trusting in luck? Some veteran gamblers curled their lips, their eyes filled with a flicker of disdain, mentally labeling Chen Xiaoran as "naive."

This was absolutely incredible. At that moment, hundreds of eyes were fixed upon me.

Looking at the suddenly appeared Duan Yihao, Luo Hao said with a calm expression, then turned to leave.

As for the killing intent derived from the formation, it was swallowed the moment it invaded Xiang Gaotian’s body, having no effect on him whatsoever. The formation’s illusions were even more useless.

If it were just this, Zhang Yingying might not have been so angry, but I had spent the night at Ye Rong’s place. One had to know that Zhang Yingying and Ye Rong were bitter enemies who could not stand the sight of each other.

After sparring with Shen Sixhui for a while, I gradually grasped her strength. Her sword radiated yin energy, which meant the theory that ghost hunters and yin-yang masters shared the same origin was correct—both utilized the yin energy within their bodies as the foundation for their spells.

"Why so modest, Benefactor? You are now the youngest Quasi-Emperor; naturally, you have your unique strengths. This old monk would not dare to compare himself to you," Bodhi Venerable said with a smile.

The only one missing was the eldest aunt; I assumed that must be her. I wondered how they determined their seniority.

With such a forceful kick from her heeled shoe landing on that guy’s forehead, she likely could have punched a hole straight through his skull.

One of the guild leaders sat directly on the ground. His guild members had dwindled to less than one-tenth of their original size; a full ninety thousand people had left. It wasn't just him—many other guilds were in the same situation, and the best off among them had still lost half their people.

"Hehe, Yu Tianqi, don't be surprised! My senior brother and I have long since stopped intervening in the affairs of the Langchen Star Domain, so we live in seclusion here! Of course, few in the Langchen Star Domain know my senior brother’s true identity," Tianjizi explained with a smile, leading Yu Tianqi and the others into the courtyard where the thatched cottage stood.

At that moment, the courtyard wall of blue brick had long been dismantled, leaving only a solitary, dilapidated house.

Just then, an ice-blue wall of fire shot forward, detonating all the thunder swords at once. Finding a moment to breathe, the Soul Yaksha quickly adjusted his state and looked toward the newcomer.

Her words made Zhan Liuyun feel as if he had a guilty conscience, as if he had done something wrong. He didn't dare meet Ouyang Jingxin’s gaze, looking down at his own body instead.

Tang Cheng gasped, staring at Ha Yixiao with extreme resentment. The meaning was clear: even if I were made of iron, how many nails could I possibly hammer?

After receiving the medicinal herbs sent by Feng Qingchen, Wang Jinling made a special trip to the Feng residence after the morning court session to find her.

"War Demon’s Wild Slash!" Zhan Ming picked up the giant axe in his hands and swung it fiercely toward the direction of the mountain-guarding demon beast.

"Later... because of the limitations of his own ninjutsu, Orochimaru didn't immediately possess your body. Instead, he acted as your master, guiding your training for three years, only to be killed by you when he tried to take your body after those three years were up," Naruto said calmly.