Volume 1, Chapter 58: Zhao Xueyan's Breakdown

As Zhao Xueyan let out that cry, Liu Qi followed up with a low, deep hum. His voice was right beside her ear, and his hot breath blew against her temple, causing Zhao Xueyan to shudder involuntarily.

"Mmh~" Zhao Xueyan whimpered softly. It was not intentional; the tickling sensation of that warm breath fanning against her ear simply forced the sound from her lips.

Unaware that this was her genuine reaction and believing she was merely continuing her performance, Liu Qi echoed her moan with a sigh of his own.

Zhao Xueyan felt utterly mortified. Clearly a noblewoman, clearly of imperial lineage, she was now making such wretched, base sounds—it was simply disgraceful.

Moreover, what she was facing...

Well, now Man Liuli couldn't help but feel that Jian Fanzhen was abnormal, and the Yu Mingke before her was equally abnormal. Why did everything have to be so overbearing and unreasonable?

Several fierce phrases roared from the mouth of Drunken Madness, his eyes turning entirely ice-blue. Surges of freezing aura permeated the inner courtyard, coating the ground and the pond in a layer of crystalline ice.

He just raised his hand to turn Yu Zhiwei's chin, preparing to make the reaction expected of an emperor under such circumstances, when Yu Zhiwei suddenly shrank back.

Dozens of massive banners whipped violently in the wind, anchored in the void, encircling Master Yingran in the center. An inverted Bagua Taiji diagram was projected into the sky, instantly stirring up a gale that howled across the mountain ranges.

No longer paying attention to her husband, she shifted deeper into her seat to make herself more comfortable. Her day had been far too exhausting.

Just then, a train happened to pass by in the opposite direction, traveling from Coal Sluice toward Bensa. Having received notice from the dispatch center to investigate the situation, the train carried about a dozen knightly guards.

Ripples had disturbed the calm as well, so she blocked the lights of her own world, pretending as though nothing had ever happened.

According to Liyang's plan, this time he would carry a massive amount of food into the post-apocalyptic world—not only the eighteen tons of canned goods agreed upon with Li Honglei, but an amount that Liyang intended to double.

To spare themselves from endless questioning by their family members, the two reached a consensus and unified their story: Che Songhe had simply fallen while walking.

Jiang Hongfei had been crippled by this person! Even after the Ninth Army's full efforts to treat him, it took more than ten days of coma for him to finally wake up.

Just considering the aspect of dating, this Yao Shishi was indeed top-tier—young, beautiful, and possessing fair, flawless skin.

That made sense. For the other party to be called a True Person and to become an elder of the Dragon Mountain Sect, they were naturally a powerhouse at the Nascent Soul realm, possibly an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. Extremely shrewd, it was truly virtually impossible to keep things hidden from them.

That person would certainly not let the matter rest upon discovering that his company had been sabotaged, and he would easily find trouble for Duan Jingxian.

Regarding the underground ancient tomb, Li Xinyan had no desire for others to know about it. After all, too many unknowns existed within it. If others found out and went in to unearth treasures or the like, running into danger would not be a good thing.

Bai Ming, who had been somewhat bewildered upon finding himself on the underground assassination organization's hit list, realized upon hearing this that the situation was far more troublesome than he had imagined.

Li Xinyan successfully refined all five primordial breaking spirit flowers, though one of them turned out less than perfect, counting merely as a semi-finished product.

Because Khufu had indeed summoned renowned physicians from Northern Hu to treat Muri Nu's family, Muri Nu believed it without a single doubt.

As time passed, she had developed the habit of "hoping and working for the best while preparing for the worst."

Early the next morning, Yun Yi woke up and pulled back the curtains to find that Gu Yan had already swept the fallen leaves in the backyard and was wiping away the accumulated dust from the pavilion and covered walkways with a cloth.

Upon seeing this, Yang Qingying's eyes widened in disbelief. She truly never expected Li云奇 (Li Yunqi) to be so formidable. Though she had the urge to step forward, she remained frozen in place because she genuinely did not know how to face Li Yunqi.

"Thank you all for your blessings. May you forever bathe in the glory of our Lord," Carol said, suddenly overcome by a sense of home upon hearing those words, speaking almost subconsciously.

The hotel claimed publicly that the glass in all guest rooms was one-way, making it entirely impossible for outsiders to see inside. In reality, aside from those floors that could be directly inspected, all the other rooms used ordinary glass.

However, Qian Lei hoped even more that Jiang Huo would not approach this place with a mere dabbler's mindset; otherwise, she would find it very difficult to bear.

When she calculated the date one thousand days away, the day on the calendar made her eyebrows twitch involuntarily.

With that, Maple Leaf Love returned a gentle smile and nodded to the employees, after which the staff gradually dispersed.

Fortunately, Xu Xian possessed extraordinary innate talent in this lifetime, absorbing the best of both Confucianism and Taoism. His cultivation progressed at a breathtaking speed, astonishing even Bai Shan.

"Then you should answer my questions properly instead of always saying 'I don't know,'" Yi Xuan said with a shrug.

Comparing Cheng Lili's physique to young master Cheng's, the two of them indeed looked as robust as a mother and son.

"It seems there is no place to lodge tonight. We'll just have to make do for the night beneath this pine tree and figure things out tomorrow," Tu Jie said dejectedly.

It was precisely during this process that a faction called the Hidden Dragon Guild, located more than 200 kilometers away from the Najib camp, entered Beidou's field of vision for the very first time.

Completely naked, Feng Xiuxiu wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath as fragrant as orchid, gazing at him with misty, beautiful eyes.

Having received the promise that they could go play outside the palace, all the princes behaved exceptionally well, sitting up straight with their backs rigidly upright, looking every bit like diligent listeners of instruction.

She knew very well that the boss behind this fierce Brother Biao seemed to belong to a very powerful syndicate, one that even the scions of wealthy families dared not provoke.

"Must you do this? My body has only just recovered, and you're already trying to drain me?" Lin Jie feigned an innocent expression, only to be directly ignored by the beauty. Muttering under his breath, he retreated to the kitchen and began wielding his knife to cook.

Hong Ying suddenly smiled. Unshielded by black gauze, that smile was as resplendent as peach blossoms and enchanting by nature, instantly capable of capturing any man's soul and mind. Yet for Hong Ying, it was merely an innate surge of charm seeping from her bones, without even a hint of deliberate effort.

Upon reuniting, everyone was overjoyed. Both sides were safe and sound, a truly happy ending. Zi Huang immediately went out, hunted a horned sheep, roasted it, and shared it with everyone. As they ate, they chatted about the events of the past few days.