Volume One, Chapter 26: The Luanfeng Pavilion

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These words shook Liu Qi to the core. He truly could not feel the same sensation from Yang Yuqi that he felt from Sima Yun, and naturally, he was unable to invest any real emotion in her.

Yet he had done his best. He had not expected the results to remain so unsatisfactory.

Sure enough, some things could not be imitated. Without genuine feeling, even a flawless reproduction of every step would still fail to make the other person feel at ease.

But when they had been in the military camp, Yang Yuqi had not made so many demands. Why, then, was she now insisting that Liu Qi treat her the same way he treated Sima Yun?

Could it be jealousy between women? Or had her possessiveness erupted, prompting her to deliberately make things difficult for Liu Qi?

Liu Qi had no idea.

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Besides, she had interfered this time with an ulterior motive from the very beginning. She had never sincerely intended to let Han Wanling benefit.

On the condition that she did not tease him? In other words, if she was the one who initiated it, there was a chance he might do that sort of thing to her?

In truth, she often wondered why this man before her treated her so well.

Pursuing the pinnacle of swordsmanship had been Xiaoyun’s lifelong goal in both his previous and present lives. It was also Old Xie’s lifelong regret. Moreover, deep within his sea of souls lay a mysterious ancient sword of unknown origin and immense power, accompanying Xiaoyun throughout his cultivation. Though he knew the path of the sword was arduous, Xiaoyun was still willing to attempt that long and difficult journey.

As he spoke, he gave her a deep look, knitted his brows, and turned to run toward the car, afraid that in the next moment he would be unable to bear leaving her.

Heaven had not treated him unfairly. He had actually been allowed to enjoy, within his lifetime, such indescribably wonderful domestic happiness.

With those words, Long Muhan passed her and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window nearby. He stood there, seemingly lost in thought.

Of course, he was merely venting. Apart from completing and issuing missions, the system was basically silent.

Mother and son, Qiao Ruan’an and her child, leisurely made their way to Yingfu Restaurant. As soon as they entered, they went up to the third floor as though they knew the place by heart.

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“We did everything according to your instructions. Yelü Shilu’s funeral cart has already set out, and Yelü Dalue sent five hundred soldiers to escort it. Madam Xiao has been crying the whole time. I don’t know whether she was crying for herself or for Yelü Shilu. Even when the funeral cart departed, she was still following behind it and weeping.” Xie Anniang sat down beside the couch, her face weary with exhaustion.

Jin Mi stared at Li Aichuan in disbelief. Li Aichuan signaled to the other four with his eyes, and the group gathered together before continuing their retreat toward the lower deck.

Huo Lei raised both hands and fired three magic missiles in each direction down the corridor. Two fireballs followed close behind, crashing into the goblin warriors charging at the front.

Huo Lei secretly shook his head. Judging from Hu Lian’s words, he had probably seen the Ant Nest’s bulging hull and assumed it was packed with gold, silver, and other treasures. Greed had taken hold of him, inspiring him to rob the ship. After all, that was his old profession.

“The Frost Trolls are my subjects. That will not change.” Locke walked to the doorway and summoned a nightmare steed from the Shadow Realm.

Locke had a plan: to join forces with the surviving humans of Lordaeron and establish a base for himself in the Hinterlands. This was of vital importance, and it had also been one of Locke’s plans for a long time.

The tiger demon’s pouncing body was still suspended in midair and had not yet landed when he seized the opening and slipped inside. While airborne, it was extremely difficult to dodge or change direction, and it seemed that the two sharp horns were about to pierce him. Suddenly, the tiger demon let out another great roar. A violent wind sprang up around its body, sweeping it into a sideways roll and allowing it to evade the attack.

Meng Xiongfei now possessed far more energy than an ordinary person—or even an ordinary ox. Though he had gone without sleep all night, he felt not the slightest hint of fatigue. Since dawn had arrived, he had no intention of going back to sleep. Gazing at the brilliant clouds on the horizon and facing the rising sun, he prepared to test another effect of the fire jujube: flight.

But after the long hair on her head gradually turned into emerald-green curls, Locke finally confirmed it.

It was like the main support holding up a house suddenly snapping, leaving a home inhabited for decades to collapse in an instant. Although Grandpa had spoken with absolute firmness, Liu Xinyue could see the weariness and helplessness in his aged face.

The dozen or so clan heads behind him also gave cold snorts and followed Magistrate Wang away. The Magistrate Lin whom Magistrate Wang had mentioned was the magistrate of Tuo County. Tuo County lay directly beneath Pingguo, and once Pingguo fell, Tuo County would certainly be unable to survive either.

Zhang Hao had been an ordinary university student. During the holidays, he had arranged to visit Mount Tai with several classmates. Who could have imagined that, while climbing toward the summit, he would accidentally fall from the mountain? Zhang Hao, who had believed he was destined to die, instead found himself in this place.

Before he took the stage, Professor Yoshito Imamura—the man who had once accused him of conducting secret dealings with the Football Association—had already appeared. At that moment, he was sitting on a sofa in the middle of the stage, looking somewhat absent-minded.

In an instant, a vacuum formed in the middle of the street, leaving behind a great heap of high heels, discarded newspapers, mineral-water bottles, and other debris.

“What do you mean, ‘because I say so’?! We have solid evidence. You have no room to argue!” Xi Yao shouted indignantly.

Therefore, when Bian Yuanhang’s figure appeared beside Du Ning and Gu Tianle, many reporters recognized him.

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“Remember this well: the people of the Dark Realm are all our enemies. You and they stand opposed to each other, irreconcilably!” Emperor Yao stared solemnly at Dong Xiaolong.

The eight-o’clock Saturday morning cartoon slot had always belonged to children’s anime, making it perfect for children to watch while eating breakfast.

Zhang Hao shook his still-dizzy head, rose, and walked to the washbasin stand. In the bronze mirror above it appeared the figure of a five- or six-year-old child. His appearance could only be described as sallow and emaciated—an obvious case of severe malnutrition.

The waiter led Yan Lan and Bai Muxue into an office upstairs. He knocked softly on the door, and a voice came from within.

I’ll come back for mine later. Not bad, I suppose—seventh in the entire class. It was quite a bit worse than my midterm score, but it’ll do. At least I haven’t let my mother down.

Zonggan avoided suspicion and did not dare speak. The Empress fell into thought. Wanyan Wushu was already in the wrong, while Wanyan Liang and Wanyan Yong both looked somewhat embarrassed. The anger and shame of the Song envoy had yet to fade. Pucha Baolin stood silently to one side before the hall, while everyone else wore the same bewildered expression.

“How could that be?” Xia Xiaoxiao failed to understand for a moment and hurriedly protested. Only after saying it did she remember something; her face reddened as she glared fiercely at him.

“Could there be some hidden reason this old gentleman built his own grave in advance?” Ye Tian wondered.

“What did you plant here?” Xia Xiaoxiao asked curiously as she examined the area. Su Zi found it somewhat strange, but seeing how focused she was, he could not bear to discourage her. Yet how was he supposed to tell her that these were merely weeds?

“Old man, what’s going on?” Li Yi asked. Whenever there was something she did not know, she generally asked Wuji. And Wuji seemed to exist for the sole purpose of answering her questions.

With such severe injuries, he could still be lively and energetic even now. How could his vitality be as exuberant as a weed’s? Seeing the Emperor’s cold, hard lips, Mo Ran could not help lamenting his bad luck. Never again would he handle this sort of task. When that pair of violet eyes swept toward him, icy and chilling, he quickly lowered his head, meekly pretending not to see anything.

What would happen if she found out? Would she become angry? Would she be heartbroken? Or would she want to leave?

Juehao’s alluring violet eyes suddenly turned cold and gloomy. The thought was entirely unacceptable to him. He disliked it, and there was even a faint sense of panic in his heart. Who would have thought that even the Blood Emperor, who ruled over all the realms, could one day feel uneasy?

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