Volume 1, Chapter 21: Won't You Mark Me?

Meng Yuan, who had been worried all morning, finally received news, but it was bad news. The housekeeper himself came to deliver it.

"Miss, according to the surveillance footage, your cub climbed out of the Colonel's study window and headed straight for the main gate. Since the main gate cannot be fully covered by the defensive barrier, the cub slipped out during the shift change of the guards."

"However, please do not worry. The Colonel has already dispatched men to check the surveillance cameras on every street. We should be able to locate the cub very soon."

Sitting on the sofa, Meng Yuan replayed the housekeeper's words in her mind. Where could a little snake cub go? Traffickers were inevitably present in the city; what if her child were to be...

"You go! I, the Young Master, will stay here to guard Yi'er." Nian Pingchong had no intention of leaving; he wanted to stay with Yi'er to put his mind at ease.

"Xiao Cheng, don't be too good to me." Looking at the wounds on his back, Su Qian felt her heartache intensify.

Madam Rong returned even earlier than the Prince. When she arrived, she was accompanied by guards, looking as though she were being escorted back. The crowd dared only look at their own toes, not even casting a glance in her direction.

On this side, it was clear that those men were targeting Mr. Mu. Yet, they did not seem to want to kill him, but rather to capture him alive. They were merciless with the guards, striking lethal blows, but as soon as they approached Mr. Mu, they sheathed their weapons, intending to take him away. Finally, one person broke through the encirclement, and Xi Niang trembling stood in front of the old man to shield him.

Although Xiang Qing said so, she still obediently listened to Qin Lili and glanced through his resume.

"No need. I’m afraid you can’t handle my Phantom Spirit Value!" Hearing Yuan Bin's words, a flash of coldness crossed Ye Fan's eyes. He curled his lip and responded in a frigid tone.

"Did you come here just to tell me that today's events are all of my own making?" Queen Shen gritted her teeth, the sound grating, as she glared at Bao Si, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

He had not expected that Song Jingshu would actually come to the Cold Palace. Although he and Xiangxiang had prepared for the fact that Beauty Jing would eventually come looking, it was not even dark yet. As the most conspicuous concubine at the moment, what was her intention in venturing into the Cold Palace alone?

Cheng Shaocong was also stunned. In his impression, Hu Zhen was a taciturn old man who never said a word more than necessary.

Waking up the next day, the two faced each other in silence. The room was illuminated by the morning sun. The innkeeper's family had left early, and the sounds of doors opening and closing, combined with the noise of the townspeople on the street outside rising early to rebuild their homes, ensured that the morning would not be peaceful. Yet, their hearts were at ease.

However, since Wang Zhi was now using the common people as an excuse, Li Shimin naturally found it difficult to ask for what he wanted.

Hearing Naruto say this, Karin and Kurama, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, rushed out immediately.

"Don't waste those eight-ox crossbows; just ram through," Wang Zhi ordered, preparing to show them what a savage charge looked like.

The two agreed and went to rest. That night, Feng Yulou tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

"If Yuan power can insulate against high temperatures, can it also insulate against a sea of fire?" Jiang Shan muttered to himself.

One of the maids was particularly skilled in styling hair. Seeing that Ruoyun was about to attend a banquet, she meticulously styled her hair into a "Floating Immortal" bun, adorned with a bright green jade hairpin, leaving a few wisps of hair on either side.

"Junior brother, are you a bit worried?" Liu Zongren asked with a smile to Qian Jizi, who was beside him.

As the dark lightning faded away, Jiang Shan felt his hearing, smell, and vision slowly returning, the extreme sense of oppression finally lifting.

When this strange space formed, the spiritual energy continuously refined and absorbed within his body seemed to be drawn by some power, rushing through his meridians in a swarm into the strange space.

In truth, he did not know he could achieve such a feat. Similar things had happened before, but they were entirely beyond his control. Only in moments of extreme anger or urgency would green light emerge from his eyes to intimidate others.

In the blink of an eye, the weather began to turn cold, the leaves gradually withered and turned yellow, and autumn arrived unawares.

Even if the contents inside weren't top-tier, they shouldn't be too bad; otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of the square box?

However, as his thoughts raced, he realized: the person I want to deal with is Mars—logically speaking, shouldn't he be Shen Fengming's greatest opponent this time? The enemy of an enemy should be a friend, right? Putting past grievances aside, could it be that he didn't want to win this gold medal position?

Fang Yuan looked at me for help again. His behavior at this moment made me understand that he actually still had marital feelings for Yan Yan; otherwise, he wouldn't be so afraid of her finding out about his infidelity.

Although the spatial dimensions of the Lingluo Continent had been elevated, You Di did not want to rush into the God-Luo War; his goal was to eliminate the Human Race's Saint-Luo.

Pushing the door open, he froze. Cici and Qiukui were sitting at the table talking, while Wuying squatted on a bench like a bird, his eyes darting around.

The more than fifty thousand coalition prisoners far outnumbered the combined forces of the Xiliang and Bingzhou armies in Xingyang, already posing a threat.

With a light turn, Lei Ruorou perfectly presented her tender, pink back to Qin Shuai.

Just then, a golden light darted from between Long Qianqiu's eyebrows, and a cluster of golden flames automatically detached from his body, hovering in mid-air.

"Who exactly is he? And what is his purpose?" All of this was like an unsolvable mystery lingering in Old Xiao's mind. He sat cross-legged for a quarter of an hour to meditate, but remained clueless, especially being trapped in this closed dimension, leaving him completely at a loss.