Chapter 57

However, later on, after the mortgage was fully paid off, Wang Mingxia still kept him on such a tight leash that he felt utterly exhausted, breeding a deep sense of resentment within him. Which man didn't have to socialize outside? Why couldn't he enjoy a drink and some leisure time with his friends?

The tea leaves his apprentice had given him before the New Year were exceptionally good. Having tasted them, he found them far superior to other teas costing hundreds of yuan per catty, and he could no longer swallow any other kind. The fruits and vegetables were also entirely to his taste, carrying a natural, inner sweetness with every bite.

With no other choice, the family agreed, stating that the betrothal gift required a handkerchief worth one thousand yuan. Yuhua brought this up with Baojia, who immediately began to worry, though he hid it from Yuhua and simply told her there was no problem.

The crisp fabric featured a creamy white background adorned with green leaves and blossoms of various colors, making it truly exquisite to behold.

Walking inward side by side, Feng Yehua and Yan Yucheng spoke, "Don't mind him; Yixuan is simply worried about Xiinuo." Feng Yehua stopped right there.

A Yan looked with perplexity at the disdainful Tian Yao. Having conversed back and forth for so long, she only now truly beheld his appearance: slanted, dashing, heroic sword-brows, slender phoenix eyes harboring a cold and haughty aloofness, and well-defined, three-dimensional facial features in perfect proportion, making him extremely pleasing to the eye.

A Yan leaned against Tian Yao's broad and solid chest, listening to his rhythmic and powerful heartbeat. She did not know how many more moments of such mutual reliance and cuddling remained, but at this very instant, her state of mind was exceptionally tranquil.

Beneath the warm orange glow, aided by Feng Xiinuo's techniques, those wandering souls slowly recovered their consciousness, and many had already found their way back to their physical bodies.

When he returned, he was still wearing the armor of the enemy camp, which was damaged in multiple places. His expression was extremely weary, clearly having rushed back without stopping and enduring immense hardship along the way.

With a loud "Bang!", the door opened automatically. Collins led Zhao Canyang and the two others into the castle. The moment they stepped inside, a heavy smell of dust assaulted Zhao Canyang's nostrils.

Whichever way one looked at it, this princess had been completely taken advantage of! Inside and out, thoroughly and clearly... I felt so depressed I wanted to vomit blood, grinding my teeth as I searched for someone to sink my teeth into.

The demon kings of Songyu Mountain had long been waiting at the entrance, and following closely behind him, they flew toward the approaching enemies.

Well done, even the word "discipline" had been brought up. Discipline and punishment were two entirely different matters; this was a tactical retreat disguised as progress, meant to protect her after all. Moreover, his words and subtext had firmly established his intention to keep her behind.

Chen Yuping had no particular fondness for the Yamaguchi-gundan either. Since Leiyan intended to wipe them out, he had no objections and simply decided to tag along for the spectacle.

Seeing that the situation was turning against him, Zhao Xin instantly retracted his legs and lowered his body, barely managing to dodge the hidden weapon of the grenade. Now the two stood face-to-face, bare-handed and locking eyes, sparks of electricity seemingly flashing between their gazes.

Of course, the one and a half likely felt the same way. As for Brother Qian and Ye Qingchen, although they might have felt similarly, without hearing their explicit statements, I could not be certain.

"It's just that your mouth hasn't changed much—still as obnoxious as ever," Hua Que snorted coldly, his beard bristling with anger.

The young man offered a faint, indifferent smile, then waved his hand. An aura of Daoist majesty, many times denser than that of ordinary saints, erupted and instantly neutralized those attacks.

Although this martial artist named Meng Tao lacked renown, daring to fight a life-and-death duel with Thai Tiger was proof enough of his extraordinary strength. Otherwise, who would be foolish enough to make a joke of their own life?

Right now, I didn't want to move at all; I just wanted to lie down and rest. Every single muscle in my body ached, especially my waist and legs. The physical exhaustion made me reluctant to even speak.

"Lanzhi Pavilion? It doesn't sound like the name of a theater troupe at all!" Liu Qingqing asked in puzzlement.

"Zhaonan, I am not afraid to tell you. There are some matters concerning Yaoyao that you ought to know." Qing Ruifan did not stand on the perspective of an emperor; he had transformed into an older brother—an ordinary brother who wholeheartedly wished to marry his younger sister to a good man and spare her from suffering so much hardship.

"Sister Hongyu, Brother Fan asked me to tell you that he had to return to the command post due to an urgent matter, and instructed me to escort you back," said Liu Chunjian.

Ever since his sea of consciousness evolved into a celestial realm, Tang Xiao had grown increasingly adept at manipulating souls.

Prompted by Hua Qingyi, Xie Nianyi suddenly came to a realization, and at the same time, he could not help but admire Lan'er.

The awakened driver rubbed the back of his throbbing head, trying to figure out where he was, when he suddenly saw Wang Shiru being threatened with a dagger. The driver wanted to step out of the car and flee, but how could Liao Fan give him such a chance? With his other hand, he pressed Wang Shiru's pistol directly against the driver's forehead.

After more than twenty years of chaotic warfare and integration, the mystic realm forces of the Eastern Land—such as the National Security Bureau, the Green Party, and the Alliance—officially transitioned from the era of chaos into the current era of agencies.

Lan Youming nodded repeatedly, gently tugging at Shirley, who was already trying to stifle a giggle, before hurrying into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the day.

"What is this?" Sitting at the table near the entrance, Gu Lingge took a sip of tea, which made her complexion look slightly better. But upon smelling the heavy stench of blood and medicinal herbs filling the room, her expression turned even uglier. Ghosts must have been abroad today; the smell of blood lingered everywhere she went.

"Young Master..." The housekeeper looked at Su Pai. Even though he blamed himself, there was nothing more he could do, so he could only head downstairs and send people out to search.