Chapter 29: My Beautiful and Adorable Wife

Jiang Zeyu’s other hand circled her fragile waist, pulling her ever closer to him. Qu Wan tilted her head back slightly, obediently letting him take what he wanted.

Jiang Zeyu usually didn’t kiss her. On the rare occasions when they were intimate, it was always in bed; kissing was generally just a prelude to what came after. This was the first time the two of them kissed for no reason at all.

No one knew how much time had passed before Jiang Zeyu sat down on the sofa, holding her in his arms, his chin resting in the curve of her neck, breathing a little heavily.

Qu Wan felt weak, cradled in his embrace, her mind still a little starved of oxygen. After a while, she gently pulled away.

So, if one were to make up their mind to accomplish something, now was the best opportunity to prove oneself that could be found in recent times.

Words of gratitude, said too often, lose their meaning—and besides, there was no need for too many polite words between the two of them.

He hid nothing from the young man; his grave injuries were impossible to conceal anyway. Besides, with the young man’s cultivation, any lie would be seen through at a glance, so he simply didn’t bother hiding it.

“Perhaps the attendants are skimming off the top,” Qu Bei said, hoping Cai Yan was telling the truth. Yet the matter was too important, and he had to proceed with caution.

Over countless years, the four of them could no longer keep their identities hidden, and the Holy Light Church had also been exposed. Still, the four kept moving from place to place, difficult to locate, and their combined strength was a match for any red-named player, making them a formidable challenge.

Su Shao etched a formation, directly taking up the ground where Wu Ruoqian sat, and left the place with her.

These few items must have been purchased from overseas; in any case, who could say how much gold, silver, and jewels had come in by sea?

Wu Ruoqian turned to dodge. She knew that with every death, these monsters only grew stronger, so she never let down her guard. Yet even with her vigilance, she was still scratched on the arm by one of the monsters.

“It’s true, but it’s extremely rare to refine a mid-grade Beast Spirit Pill; most attempts yield only waste. If this senior doesn’t believe me, I can demonstrate the process before everyone,” Qin Xiu said with calm assurance.

They were true combat geniuses, not like those players in simulated evolution—after all, those players were masters of evolutionary biology, top students, but as fighters, they were sorely lacking in talent.

Li Mu summoned Situ Lei, who had been conspiring with Yan Shun, and ordered him to build a real castle on Governor’s Island. It didn’t have to be as grand as Swan Castle, but at least it needed to look like a proper fortress, not a laughingstock like William Castle.

“If you reincarnate, remember to be a mage next time,” the mage said, satisfied with the officer’s look of resentment.

Meanwhile, in the chairman’s office on the top floor of Zhongyuan Tower, Yue Yang sat in his grand chair, wearing a fur coat and seething with anger.

“I take marriage very seriously! That’s why I got a whole cup of coffee thrown in my face…” Mu Ziqing protested, refusing to back down.

The inn’s room, though neither spacious nor luxurious, was tidy and comfortable—already a great blessing for a traveler weary from a long journey.

“Hahahaha…” Yang Xi suddenly burst out laughing, his chopsticks slipping from his hand as he clutched his belly, rolling on the floor in mirth.

“Retreat with his strength, don’t try to face him head on!” Garonna shouted in Regnar’s mind.

Yet this peerless genius, who outshone all his peers and broke the old Duke’s cultivation records, mysteriously vanished at the age of twenty. Some said he was killed by a Sword King, others claimed he died when his energy exploded from overtraining.

Inside the temple, the people walked with even steps, the distance between their strides exactly the same. Even the space between turns seemed measured, never deviating much. Of course, this was only the impression of those outside the temple, judging from the shadows reflected on the windowpanes.