Chapter 34: He Only Does What He Wants to Do
Only when they were intimate or she was intoxicated would she look at him with such directness, shedding all distractions and defenses, her eyes holding nothing but him. Regardless of what Zhao Baitong said, the fire in his heart had already been ignited by her; he would only do what he desired. Fang Zhixu held her and walked toward the bathtub... Zhao Baitong, left breathless by his kisses, tried to grasp...
"Regarding this man, Liu Laozhi, I have conducted some specialized investigation and research!" Hou Liangsheng nodded slightly, interjecting.
The imperial physicians remained outside, refining new medicines. For these past few days, several rotations of physicians had been here to care for Gu Jingfeng, while Shen Qingwu slept on the daybed beside him, staying in the room day and night, attending to him without stepping away for a moment.
This situation greatly excited Li Changlin, so he began to search for information related to Journey to the West again.
One had to know that when using the Sky-Breaking Fist, Tang Yi could only attack in a straight line. Once unleashed, it could not be interrupted or abandoned. If the domineering effect and the fear effect both missed, and the Chiyou King Snake dodged, Tang Yi would be helpless.
From top to bottom, there were exactly twenty tables for the luncheon. The ministers sat with their families. Gu Jingfeng’s seat was the most prominent, located just to the lower left of the Emperor, highlighting his current status. The empty seat beside him was the one he had reserved for himself.
"Hmm, I also feel that this is somewhat inappropriate." Su Yunliang had originally intended to auction off the slots, but she suddenly realized that an auction, where the highest bidder wins, would ultimately only benefit the major factions.
Chu Yan killed people himself, but he would never commit such acts of wanton slaughter against the innocent for the sake of selfish desires.
The Great-Uncle handed the torch to Daobazi, rummaged through his backpack for his notes, and sat at the table in the pavilion, carefully examining the map.
Wu Mufeng and Mo Qianren exchanged glances. A flash of killing intent crossed both their eyes simultaneously as they looked at the black-robed figure and hurried to catch up.
"In that case, we shall take our leave!" Wei Jie bowed to Hou Liangsheng and walked toward the exit of the hall, following the same path he had taken to reach the water pavilion, without calling out to Liu Muzhi.
Having succeeded with one strike, Jin Jiang’s madness intensified. With a roar, he retracted his sword, kicked back, and lunged forward. His movements were fluid, like a dragon or a snake, and the whistling aura of the Li Fire Sword pursued Mu Yu relentlessly.
"It is nothing. It is just that while treating you, I expended some extra internal energy to help you complete the preliminary foundation-building that every expert must undergo," Ye Bai explained nonchalantly.
"Who exactly are you?" Han Xiao thought of her actions, of how Masters Wuchen and Wuchi had nearly fallen victim to her, and of his compatriots who had sacrificed themselves in the battle at Fa'an Temple. His expression turned cold.
It was that palm strike from earlier. The black-clad figure’s blow had injured her internal organs and shaken the barrier that held her power, drawing that force forth.
Looking at Chen Xinghai, after placing over a hundred needles, he was neither panting nor sweating. His face remained relaxed and natural, giving the impression that inserting needles into acupoints was a mere trifle—effortless, simple, and entirely unremarkable.
Hearing this, Fang Ning immediately envisioned the ugly face of that magistrate before them, recalling how he looked after consuming opium. Combining this with the secrecy surrounding Li Ren’s orders to produce the opium, he realized at once that this so-called "elixir of fortune and longevity" was likely problematic.
Even if Fu Dianchen and Wu Tong were filled with doubts, the only thing they were curious about was whether she and Mu Ye were truly friends.
That journey, which seemed to be only a few hundred meters, now felt incredibly distant to Jiuxiaozi. A flying dragon, tens of meters long and over ten meters wide, had emerged from the void just ahead, surging toward him with immense force.