Chapter 64

Strong spirits, gauze, an iron stove, scissors, hot water, and ginseng slices were all prepared, yet Zhao Lv had not yet arrived. Ah Jiu gazed anxiously toward the door; if Zhao Lv delayed much longer, it would surely miss the optimal window for treatment.

Luo Rou and Su Rui sat facing one another. The thought that the Jade Gentleman before her would soon marry another woman caused the last shred of reason in her heart to instantly vanish. She poured a cup of wine laced with the Aphrodisiac Gu and pushed it across to Su Rui.

After hesitating for a long while, Mazi finally slipped the shirt on. A faint, elusive fragrance drifted from the fabric, bearing the exact same scent as the man himself. As the aroma wrapped around her body, making her feel as though she were held tightly in the man's embrace, Mazi's face flushed crimson once again beyond her control.

This sent a sudden shock through Lu Yan's heart. Daring not to answer Yu Qianqian's words, his mind hummed with a dizzying buzz.

A cry of astonishment, a gasp of panic—it was enough to instill a sense of terrifying dread. Never had they imagined they would fall at the hands of a martial artist at the Bone-Tempering realm.

The Emperor was returning to the palace, and the imperial carriage had already reached South Street. Bi Cong'an had intended to use Buhu's sorcery to temporarily keep Wumian from leaving, thereby allowing her to smoothly hand the mission over to him on a temporary basis.

"This is the only electronic door." Liao Xiao walked over to the laboratory door at the other end of the corridor, pointing to the password box above it.

"This is the First Mistress. From now on, let Chun, Xia, Qiu, and Dong wait upon her. Take the First Mistress to inspect her rooms; if there is anything unsatisfactory, change it, and charge the expenses directly to the ledger." Who was Old Jiu? He was a man who would climb up a pole the moment a snake offered it, possessing a hide thicker than the desolate city itself. Whatever came for free was naturally welcomed with open hands.

With a wave of his hand, Li Yunmu unleashed another blast of dark Qi. The dark Qi transformed into a majestic, awe-inspiring dragon that charged straight toward Xiao Rong once more.

The next moment, a talisman materialized in the hand of the Daoist adept. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled it directly onto the illusion, which melted away like flowing water. Glancing at it briefly, he continued onward toward Yao Mingwei.

"Leave it to the principal and the others to handle; it's not our place to interfere for now," Vera said indifferently, unfolding a magic scroll to transmit a message. Since it was the middle of the night and phone calls were inconvenient, she had to leave a note instead.

He was not wearing shoes, and his hands tapped rhythmically against the floor. Tied to the toe of his right foot was a fishing line—was this fellow actually fishing with his foot?

Had he not timely employed the Earth Escape technique to form a layer of tough protection around his body, the impact of the ferocious current alone would likely have cost him his life.

"Hmph, I have no time to bicker with you; we have serious business to attend to." She cast a deep glance in Annie's direction before leaping gracefully onto another rooftop, the figures trailing closely behind her. Not a single person noticed these silhouettes lurking beneath the shadows.

Recalling how she had acted like a powder keg over the past two days, exploding wherever she went, Qin Zi felt a growing sense of unease.

Chu Yuezi shot her mother a reproachful glance, never expecting her mother to handle matters so carelessly as to let such a blunder occur at this crucial juncture.

"Don't celebrate too early." The other man glanced back at Fu Xize, who lay unconscious in the back seat.

Lin Xuetong chattered on endlessly. Fang Cheng finally understood that this fellow was essentially blaming him for not informing him about the live-streaming company—in other words, for failing to kick back a portion of the earnings to him.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qi suddenly sensed an opportunity for a breakthrough, and signs of realm elevation burst forth from his body. At that moment, his surrounding aura underwent a heaven-shaking transformation, growing several times stronger in a mere instant.

Yet the mercenary's state was somewhat bizarre as well: his eyes were bloodshot, his expression grew increasingly ferocious, and the veins on the skin exposed outside his light armor bulged more and more prominently, as if his sanity were slipping away. The greatsword he wielded became increasingly erratic and devoid of form.

Knowing that someone could be injured to this extent by a Golden Core master filled Lianwan with a lingering sense of terror; she wondered what terrifying beast of the mountains could possess such horrifying power.

Lianwan was incapable of such detachment, so no matter how much the Fire Luan caused a ruckus within her spatial realm, she could only agree that the next time Qian Shuyu gave a lecture, she would not refuse to attend.

"Master, to be the subject of Master's jest is my undeserved fortune. I beg Master not to abandon Wuxian..." Wuxian bolted upright, stumbling wildly in pursuit.

Bingqing sat there in solitary silence. Ever since she married into the household, she had maintained a passive attitude, never once attempting to purge or reorganize the staff of the East Courtyard. Perhaps subconsciously, she had never truly regarded this place as her home, nor the man lying on the bed as her husband.

Pei Xin'er felt the blood in her entire body turn ice-cold, standing frozen and utterly unable to move a muscle.

She knew that once she departed on the morrow, she would have no hope of turning her fortunes around. Never did she imagine that she, Hua Fenglan, would sink to such a wretched plight today. She could not help but softly sigh: "Only now do I realize the errors of the past, leaving my heart in desolate bewilderment."

Damn it, when you were catching fish at the bottom of the Endless Sea, why didn't you mention that you were afraid of the dark? When was it ever so dark you couldn't even see your own tail, for goodness' sake?

Xiang Jun smiled and nodded, bending down to wrap the fishing line around the crucus carp before handing it, along with the fishing rod, to Zhu Wan. "We can have fresh fish for dinner tonight."

Overwhelmed with shame and bashfulness, Pei Xin'er bit her lower lip. Her pearly teeth pressed against her tender, alluring lips, causing Zhao Yuzhuo's gaze to instantly darken at the sight.

"All right, let's begin. Everyone be serious today; if I am not satisfied, none of you will eat for the next three days," the madam declared with a stern face.

With that, Zhuo Nan grabbed a wine bottle from the counter and smashed it once more against the bartender's head, instantly mingling alcohol with blood. Not stopping there, he used the jagged, broken half of the bottle in his hand to mercilessly slash across the bartender's throat.

Ah, so Huo Qing's letter back then was meant to alert Huo Ling, enabling him to restore his true identity.

Yet her touch felt so exquisite that he sank into it deeply. Savoring the unprecedented sensation she brought him, the sharp, hardened walls within his heart collapsed into a vast pool of gentle, warm water.

Atop the ramparts, the soldiers were still locked in fierce combat; they were entirely unaware that their commanding officer had vanished without a trace.