Chapter 26: You Will Be My Wife, This Is Only Natural

Over the past few days, the wound in Xu Miao’s palm had begun to heal. That evening, she deliberately bought some daily necessities and went to her mother’s hospital room.

Xu Miao’s mother, Jiang Meilan, had remained in a state of semi-consciousness, her face so pale it was almost translucent.

Li Longji examined Zhang Yue with undisguised admiration. Zhang Yue truly deserved his reputation as the foremost strategist in the realm. Not only did he possess a grand vision, but he could also see exceptionally far into the future—an exceedingly rare quality.

She could not tell whether that trace of jealousy was directed at Yan Yuheng, Dudu, or both. She cared about Yan Yuheng, but she cared even more about Dudu. In truth, even Bai Liyanqing herself lacked any sense of security when it came to Dudu. Otherwise, she would not have worked so hard to grow stronger, nor been so unable to let go where matters of the heart were concerned.

Flying monsters were not uncommon in the game. Here, however, “flying” could not be understood in the true sense of the word; it merely meant floating—remaining suspended in midair without one’s feet touching the ground.

Looking at Xin Weijie’s grim, icy face, blazing with rage, Lin Xi merely shook his head slowly, his expression impossible to read.

It was as though a plague had suddenly descended upon the ghost-faced pigeons. Within the space of a few breaths, hundreds of the nearly thousand birds plummeted from the sky, leaving the heavens clear once more.

Even if there were no true experts among the wraiths in Dawn Imperial City, that young man should still not have dared to commit such an outrageous act before the entire world. Otherwise, he would truly have made an enemy for life of the Wraith Sect.

After lodging arrangements had been made, Mo Xunhua and six surviving soldiers of noncommissioned-officer rank were summoned to a room in the military headquarters.

Mochuo no longer possessed the courage he had once shown. He felt as though Wu Zetian’s gaze were a pair of sharp swords, as if they were about to carve out his heart. His courage failed him; he lowered his head involuntarily and let his eyes dart away, not daring to look at Wu Zetian even once.

After catching the pill Wei Qingyun tossed him, Ying Ji swallowed it without even looking at it. In his condition, if Wei Qingyun wanted him dead, there would be no need to poison him, so Ying Ji could not be bothered to distinguish what it was. As Wei Qingyun examined his wounds, Ying Ji began wondering about his identity.

Whether or not he was a ninth-tier peak expert, anyone capable of slaying the ancestor of the Nether Clan possessed strength at least at the ninth-tier pinnacle.

Old Madam Qiao was only sixty-five that year, but she was hale and hearty. Dressed simply, she carried a faint scent of laundry detergent that was very similar to Old Madam Lin’s.

In her previous life, because of this younger brother, her parents had sold her to a man as a concubine. She harbored resentment in her heart; naturally, she had no desire to see Du Guangyao prosper.

The four flaming handprints were completely blasted apart beneath the Berserk Monkey King’s palm, unleashing a chain of explosions through the air.

Chen Bo grew somewhat anxious. He reached out with his other hand, intending to strike Kaikai, but Kaikai exerted only the slightest force, and Chen Bo felt the bones in his grip ache. The show of威風 he had been putting on instantly turned into a wail.

When Teresa had just cast her Ice Thread spell, Kaikai had been searching the points shop for related spells or equipment that could be exchanged for.

The call ended. Feng Qingyue gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She had finally pushed Jiang Yuye far, far away; she had finally ensured that she would not repeat the same mistakes. She knew that if she went looking for him, everything would fall apart, and all her efforts would become meaningless.

Yet in the Lingnan region, the practice of spirit-writing was widespread, giving rise to the saying: spirit-writing in the south, horse-riding shamans in the north. In the north, people summoned spirits through mounted mediums; in the south, they used planchettes.

The authorities had now said that this time they needed to provide one hundred units, so support would certainly be required, whether from the province or from neighboring cities.

Although, in the days that followed, her living environment was gradually improved as her age and education changed, by the time she arrived at Central Tracen, it had already become wholly disconnected from those earliest days.