Volume 1, Chapter 61: Mistaking the Husband

I stood behind a tree for a long time before finally walking off in another direction, where someone else was also fishing.

In a moment, Liang Feng would surely tell Shen Yixiao that I had come down here, so I needed an excuse.

Lu Ziqian walked away from this side, unsure whether his heart felt relieved or not. Although it still ached intensely, and thinking of Fu Rongxi still brought pain, the suffocating oppression had at least lifted somewhat.

Countless muffled, thunder-like rumblings echoed through the void. The next moment, Bingqing stepped out bathed entirely in a bloody crimson light, surging waves of immense power emanating from within her body.

"Big brother, I'm begging you, please just help me out!" Seeing that Zeng Yi refused to relent, Yanshi gritted his teeth, retrieved a cosmos pouch, and handed it over to Zeng Yi as well.

"Could something unexpected have happened to her?" Ye Han's expression turned somewhat gloomy. Xiao Xiangyu possessed the Heavenly Absolute Allure physique—a rare constitution only seen once in ten millennia—and the Blood-Slaughter Palace would never let her go.

Why? Because I am the teacher, and if I forbid you to eat it, you are not allowed to eat it! Dai Zhimin pointed at Ye Fusheng and said.

Sabe had no way of knowing, but he knew he had to go to the Spiritual Vulture Cave at the peak of the snow mountain to retrieve the divine sword, so that he could cultivate the ninth tier of the Indestructible Divine Monarch Art. By then, all the mysteries would naturally be unraveled.

The movements of the Jade Firmament Palace caught the attention of several other factions. Seeing that Ye Han and Xiao Xiangyu were walking together completely unharmed, the expressions of the Hundred Refinements Sect, the Asura Hall, and the other factions all turned ugly.

At this moment, the bearded man named Chen Guanbiao felt as though ten thousand cats were clawing at his heart. He was consumed by an itch of sheer hatred and frustration, yet he had no good solutions—he had said everything that could be said, but the other party simply refused to take it seriously.

The earthy, sweet scent of damp soil rushed over his face, mingling with the faint fragrance of flowers in the air, resembling a lullaby sung in childhood.

Facing Sun Yu, who had already lost her mobility right before him, Zeng Yi did not dare to lower his guard in the slightest. He knew that this victory owed a great deal to sheer luck; had the opponent not underestimated him, he could not have won so easily, and might even have died right here.

"Young Master Gan!" Pang Lilin cried out in a mixture of anxiety and terror as he looked at Gan Yongxin, who was writhing and wailing in agony on the ground.

In the final examinations of the second semester of the first year of high school, Mu Yue unexpectedly captured first place. Wu Hongjun, who took second, trailed her by a mere single point, while Yuan Xiao came in third.

At that time, Miao Ran was completely absorbed in researching the jade pendant and had no spare time to monitor the situation over there. With the state keeping a watchful eye anyway, even if Charlie and his associates made any discoveries, they would still be forced to share a portion of them.

As the head of the opera troupe, Boss Wu raised the wine glass on the table, gulped down a mouthful of aged liquor, and spoke.

Zhao Lang did not answer. He stood rigidly in place for a long time before suddenly stepping toward the door, gazing at the warm autumn sunlight shimmering against the courtyard wall. At that moment, the hibiscus tree in the courtyard was finally shedding its emerald green, faintly revealing a touch of premature, weathered vicissitudes.

"Luan Xi, just have some pity on Ah Ke, won't you? If you don't want us to be punished, hurry and tell us the whereabouts of Miss Min. Naturally, we will let you go, and then we'll just pretend as if nothing ever happened! How about that?" Qiu Tianya coaxed in a sweet, spoiled tone.

Gu Qian rode her surfboard across the surface of the ocean, her skillful techniques leaving everyone on the shore marveling in admiration.

"What's wrong with you two? Did you not eat well or fail to reach an agreement, looking so dispirited?" Teacher Ye raised her head and asked, looking in puzzlement at the two whose spirits were noticeably low.

"Anyang, come eat. Even though the appearance of these two dishes isn't quite appetizing, the flavor should still be quite good." Zhang Sheng looked at the medicinal diet before him and said earnestly.