Chapter 28: A Passionate Kiss on a Snowy Night

Zhao Baitong closed the car door, stealing a glance at Fang Zhixu’s expression. "Y-you, why are you here?"

Fang Zhixu’s face was taut. The play of light and shadow fell upon him, casting half his face into darkness. "Have you eaten?"

Zhao Baitong was still holding the sweet potato he had just taken a bite of. Afraid of staining the car interior, he kept it held out in his hand. "No, I haven't."

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The local people, however, developed a newfound favor for Helan Yao. Given the extent of the guard’s atrocities, the fact that the Prince and Princess still handled the matter according to the law truly showed a benevolent heart. Yet, why was it always the Princess doing the talking, while the Prince leaned against her, looking utterly listless?

Li Sheng’an nodded tremblingly, searched the old eunuch for the keys, opened the palace gate, and finally made his way out.

"I need to go to a fortune-telling parlor. If it’s on your way, could you give me a lift?" Bai Xi had already seen through Simu Chuan’s true nature.

So, all his efforts to bring her out to relieve stress, fearing she might be burdened by the upcoming college entrance exam tomorrow, were just an unnecessary waste of time?

Mo Qiu looked at the Liu residence with great interest, his heart blooming with joy. He hadn't expected that the usually composed Liu household would actually take a liking to Feiqing. It was no wonder, though; Feiqing was indeed captivating.

Gold, pure essence, and other resources went without saying—they were exactly what Mo Qiu was currently lacking.

"Is the Great General of Weiyuan on the Emperor's side?" The Great General of Weiyuan was Long Jinyu’s maternal grandfather.

Both of them possessed the cultivation of the Spirit Spring Realm; capable of commanding the spring of spiritual energy, they naturally had no trouble leaping through the air or fighting upon the water.

Outside the gate, the one wielding the hammer was keeping a close watch. He could truly break in and take the host's head.

"You must have already decided what you want, haven't you?" Seeing the look on Helan Yao’s face, which resembled a cat that had just stolen some cream, Long Shaoyan knew she definitely had a plan in mind.

The radiance engulfed the golden bell; the supposedly impregnable bell shattered upon impact. A figure stood amidst the light, god-like, with wings on his back, bathed in golden brilliance.

At this hour, Lin Muyi and Qin Yufei were bathing. The two of them bathed together every day, constantly frolicking and playing, which left Lu Yu feeling endlessly envious, though he had grown accustomed to it over time.

The Blind Monk’s ultimate ability usually seemed to serve only as a defensive tool or a way to secure a kill, but if one could knock the target into the air, the "airborne" crowd-control duration was actually incredibly overpowered.

The reason Wei Xian didn't obtain the Panwa bond until the age of 23 was that 23 years ago, when Panwa intercepted the Celestial Empire’s identification system, it had suffered some damage. Whether Panwa had fully recovered, Wei Xian couldn't "mentally reconstruct" for the moment, but there was certainly nothing majorly wrong; otherwise, it wouldn't have bonded with him at 23 and transformed him into a "signal."

With a soft hiss, the short, stout steward was caught off guard, and a bright, gaping wound was sliced into his wrist. A look of extreme malice flickered across the steward’s face. As he exerted his internal energy, his primordial life force flowed continuously, causing the bleeding wound to seal and heal in an instant.

Chenjing stared blankly at the spots where You Jian had drawn, unable to comprehend why he had chosen those particular locations.

With a soft sound, Qin Haotian pinched the Dragon Dance Crystal Ingot Pearl in the palm of his hand. The bead shimmered with a gentle luster, wrapped in precious energy, as it soared into mid-air, performing a fish-dragon dance before falling back into his palm.

The internet cafe was bustling now, with over half the seats occupied by customers who looked like students still in school.

"Aren't you going to apologize to the wet nurse and the others?" Zhang Yue looked up and caught sight of the wet nurse and Old Hei on the balcony, asking while waving at them.

Turning around, his dark, ink-like pupils stared straight at the youth before him, as if he could peer directly into his soul. His pale lips parted slightly, and Ding Jingxi spoke calmly.