166 Rounded-up Goodnight Kiss

Jiang Zeyu looked at her with a hint of helplessness. "Qu Wan, what time is it now?"
Qu Wan checked the time. "Twenty-five past two..."
"What time do you have to get up tomorrow morning for styling?"
"Half past five..."
Watching her visibly deflate, Jiang Zeyu said, "If you go to sleep right now, you can still get three hours of rest."
Qu Wan pouted. "But I'm not sleepy."
"Go to sleep," Jiang Zeyu said in a tone that allowed for no argument.
"I can't fall asleep..." Qu Wan muttered softly.
Jiang Zeyu, just woken up, had a slightly husky voice and suddenly let out a low chuckle. "Qu Wan, what was that voice message you just sent me? That I'm no good? That I can't compare to him? Does that mean I usually treat you unfairly?"

Just as Lin Yi was about to complete his landing, he suddenly heard the sound of clashing metal coming from below. He looked closely and was instantly frightened out of his wits.

With the Mainland Youth Tournament only three months away, people everywhere across the continent were making preparations.

I had fought back and argued against this absurd and unearned reputation, but it was useless. The more I explained, the harder people laughed. Some even said that picking up girls this way was the most cost-effective method, warning me never to run into someone who only wanted the person and not the money, or I'd be completely ruined.

"This city has weathered countless wars, and traces of history are everywhere," I said as I unlocked the front door.

Time was running out. They took one last look at their comrades-in-arms, words unnecessary yet conveying more than speech could ever express.

As he climbed to the fifth floor, the sound of footsteps reached him from above—very faint footsteps. The person walking overhead seemed to be deliberately trying to muffle their steps. This made it easy for Ling Xiao to guess their identity; most likely, he was the assassin sent by Kungistan to scout the sixth floor.

"All of you, hurry back and do whatever you're supposed to be doing," Guo Lü shouted, turning to the large crowd behind him once he finally grasped the situation. The crowd behind him immediately scattered in all directions like startled birds.

Amidst a cataclysmic, earth-shattering roar, several broken arrows shot forth from the cyan light, piercing outward in all directions.

In recent years, people's lives had settled down, and all trades and industries were gradually reviving. With sweetness returning to their lives, the incense offerings at the temple naturally grew prosperous as well.

Hanging up the phone, the second brother laid the device aside, slowly lay back down, and stared blankly at the ceiling with wide eyes for a long time, speechless.

Hearing this, Zhu Jintang furrowed his brows slightly and gazed at her for a moment, not expecting her to be harboring such heavy thoughts.

My heart pulsed with curiosity, urging me to ask him what he had been doing with Musa. Yet, pressing my lips together, I felt I shouldn't ask any further, lest I stir up new ripples.

Romance and love were now completely insignificant to her. Revenge—she only wanted revenge now, to retaliate against the Ning family for destroying the hopes she and her concubine mother pinned on them, and to punish Ling Yuyan for over a decade of disdain and mockery.

"If you want me to help you, you'll have to work even harder for me from now on. Otherwise—humph! I'll hand you over to the Cheng family myself!" Jin Meier said viciously. Yet she now had the capital to make such threats, for she possessed another bargaining chip to hold over Jin Bao'er.

The morning light was faint, and the foggy city was just waking up. I blinked open my hazy eyes, dressed and washed up with exquisite care, my heart entirely preoccupied with Musa, who was still at the hotel. Just as I was fully prepared and ready to step out, my father suddenly blocked my way.

I said nothing more and returned to the Palm Islands with Musa. Chongqing was already in the bleakness of late autumn, but Dubai remained brilliantly sunny. Here was an eternal summer of unwaning sunlight, beaches, and sea. Every scene of the life I had once shared with Musa here rose before my eyes, like a beautiful dream.

At this life-or-death moment, Qing Ge, Ling'er, the Biling Beast, and the Blood Demon Beast had no time to spare. They all rushed out from the "Tianniao Secret Realm." Yue Rouer and Gan Jusheng, however, were still unable to stand against the fierce gale. Squinting their eyes, they struggled hard to keep them open, yet could only watch helplessly as tragedy unfolded.

Lei Tianfang summoned all the masters of both the human and demon races to discuss strategies for dealing with the Myriad Ghost Palace. Every sect contributed manpower; the powerful sects sent even more cultivators and greater strength.