Volume 1, Chapter 55: Longing

Husband and wife are originally birds of the same forest; when disaster strikes, they each flee on their own. This is especially true for the fragile bond between the sister and the demon.

Before the rescuers arrived at the scene, the boy helplessly watched as his delirious sister, face twisted in a fierce grimace, ran down the mountainside with the demon relentlessly pursuing her.

Perhaps today’s new arrival was simply too formidable, or perhaps the weather was unusually favorable. The demon slipped beneath its feet, tumbling over a large rock and rolling down the slope with a final, silent crash.

But foreign warriors are different—they are not bound by the laws of this realm. In any dimension, they can fully unleash the entirety of their combat power.

Watching the pitifully forlorn expression of the big white cat, its mouth awkwardly stuck with a fishbone, the ‘sixth-rank warrior’ almost laughed out loud.

It was unclear what Chaoyi thought upon hearing this; he immediately cast a glance at Ningyi, who hastily fell silent upon noticing his look.

Two black lotuses appeared in his palm. Gathering his focus, he began circulating his primordial energy according to the method of the Lotus Enlightenment Martial Soul taught by the Mirror Shadow Technique.

Recalling how the other party had attacked the ropes binding her, she realized it was merely an ancient illusion designed to confuse her.

Hearing the voice, Ding Feng looked up to see Ziyao running toward him with a smile. The breeze stirred the purple silk palace dress she wore, making her appear like a celestial being.

“To the very end.” I believe Zhao Yu can understand these words and would welcome the challenge.

Could it be? They do not intend to use the method I provided? Luo Ling pinched her fingers thoughtfully. Yet, on second thought, no matter how skilled Old Madam Mei was, only the Luo family’s Ji Cai Decoction could solve the Golden Silkworm Gu problem.

Despairing, Duangujin had already exhausted nearly half of his primordial energy after the previous passive beatings.

Though he did not understand why the Underworld had not assigned a new ghost official to Mingzhou in the three years since his departure, this was, at least, good news for Fan Ren.

Her right hand was still numb, showing no signs of improvement despite the passage of time. This irritated him; without the strength to wield the whip, she could not protect herself.

Cherry was very afraid when the plane took off, but Li Xuan held her hand and told jokes to distract her.

Zhao Jianing was the first to join and the second to be promoted to village chief, frequently posting various orders in the [Trade] section.

After hearing this, Cherry suddenly thought of Murong Wei, recalling how Murong Wei’s mother had once said the same to her.

“Are you Uncle Sun? Hello, hello! I often hear Cherry mention you!” Chen Bin approached, shaking Uncle Sun’s hand warmly.

After washing and changing clothes, Cherry sat by the bedside to apply makeup, nudging the still-sleeping Li Cenbo.

He had no hesitation and promoted Money Yousheng, Chen Dashan, and Wang Gangdan to become his aides.

However, after several million-yuan tips, she could now calmly accept even a 400,000-yuan tip.

At this moment, Cherry’s mother’s driver—her cousin Ding Ling—returned to the restaurant after running errands.

The camera still focused on the lower cabinet, where the abundant fruits were visibly piled high.

The King glanced at everyone and said, “No way?” This statement visibly startled them all. With a stripping effect, could the King still use the King’s Roar?

“Gu Xiaobei, come here!” Today, Zhou Lisha called her name with noticeably more gentleness.

Ye Tian looked at the kneeling fanatic and spoke in a strange voice, “Rise.” Since just learning the necromancer’s art, every word Ye Tian uttered seemed tinged with necrotic energy.

Lin Xifan nodded. The wonders of traditional Chinese medicine are hard to imagine. Like the acupuncture he learned, its marvels could never be explained by modern science.

Yet Ye Tian grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground. The intense pain forced him to cry out uncontrollably.

“Is it really that exaggerated?” Fang Ru smiled faintly. Though she felt Lin Xifan’s words were overblown, she secretly appreciated the veiled compliment.

Every day brought new dishes. Li Haonan watched carefully, ensuring he ate plenty to maintain his health as best as possible.

Next, the two served milk tea and milk wine, which Liang Dong accepted one by one. After a sumptuous breakfast filled with dairy products, Liang Dong’s breath was fragrant, and he took a liking to the delicate milk wine.

Gu Xiaobei ignored him, bowing her head to clean the fish. The pungent fishy smell suddenly made her chest tighten painfully, and she began to gag.

Moreover, these past two days, due to Zhang Tie’s matters, he had grown anxious. At the bidding conference, he had disregarded Zhang Tie and chosen Lin Feng, who was more powerful and formidable.

Ran Sui had spent the entire day gazing at me thoughtfully. It was obvious to any observer that he was scheming against me. No sooner had dinner finished than my brother dragged me to the bathtub for a bath.

“Teacher Yuan serves the starving people of the world, while we serve the wealthy,” Nuan Nuan said with conviction.

Mu Wanxin was slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting Mu Wanting to question her. Though the golden lotus was unparalleled, it was not embroidered by her.

“Uh, I risk going against the master to tell you: Tianbo Sect is just one of the master’s factions...” Ling Tian looked troubled.

Early the next morning, Mu Wanting spent about half an hour admiring plum blossoms before leisurely taking a group of servants and Bi Qian to pay respects to the Dou family.

Years later, she thought, resting in his embrace, recalling their first meeting felt like a lifetime ago.

Nangong Qian ignored her own internal injuries despite her breakthrough last night due to a stroke of luck. The internal wounds had not healed immediately.

The two embraced tightly all night, neither willing to sleep. To let the other rest well, neither spoke, welcoming dawn in a half-sleep, half-awake state.

Mu Wanting rolled her eyes inwardly. Having seen grand scenes in the modern world, she was not intimidated by Jiang Wuyan’s authority. Yet, to save her own head, she had to offer a slight response.

Xue Shan saw me joking as the alcohol took effect and silently poured me a cup of sobering soup.

The black-clad man threw the fat man toward the sound’s direction, then rolled aside, his left hand already holding three hidden weapons, which he shot at the fat man.

“My master, and Lei Ci, she admires Tian De, but Tian De once rejected her,” said the Immortal Lord Biyou.

Wang Songyun took a deep breath, her expression sorrowful. After a few minutes of grief, she wept, covering her face in tears.