Chapter 21: Grandfather Misses Grandmother Quietly

"I..." Li Taiyi was left speechless by his granddaughter's sharp retort.

"Enough, stop with the 'I's and 'you's. Come on, let me help you lie back down. Your body is brittle enough as it is; stop trying to force yourself." As she spoke, Li Moyan moved to help Li Taiyi onto the kang to rest.

Inside, the passion burned hot. Shen Qingwu clung tightly to Gu Jingfeng, swept away by the waves he bestowed upon her, an intoxicating tide she could not escape.

"Your Highness, I imagine you didn't expect to see me standing before you alive, did you?" Haitang smiled fearlessly, gasping for air as she spoke to Yun Yichu, her voice weak and frail.

The old man, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly felt a trickle of black blood spill from his lips, followed by a violent cough that expelled even more.

"Get out! Get out of my sight! I have no sister like you!" Su Yunxue could no longer contain herself, her eyes burning red as she glared at Su Yunxi, as if looking not at her own sister, but at a sworn enemy.

Even those from the three sects who had previously been under Su Yunliang's control now joined the standoff, taking up positions against Yun Yan and his group.

He was a handsome man, youthful in appearance and not particularly old in reality, being only forty-four years old this year.

Flying high above the clouds, Xing Zeyuan hoped to use this path to escape. No matter how strong they were, they were merely humans; they couldn't fly, so how could they possibly catch up to him now? As he thought this, the clouds were scattered, and the two-meter-tall Lu Lanqing suddenly appeared before him.

I hope so, Shanzhu thought, though he reserved his opinion; he could hear the note of support in Wangshu’s tone regarding this matter.

The more trapped he felt, the clearer Yun Xing's state of mind became. Composure in the face of crisis was his greatest weapon for victory, and a myriad of analyses flickered constantly through his mind.

Around him, with his feet as the epicenter, countless cracks spread across the ground like a spiderweb. This scene highlighted both the subtlety with which Yun Xing dissipated the force and the immense power of Shen Xuan and Meng Qianji.

As he spoke, he plucked a daffodil from a vase on the table and tossed it aside. The servants had already cleared away the antique vases in the foyer, but this particular pot was not an antique—it had been a gift from the florist when he bought the flowers. Since daffodils were seasonal anyway, they would be thrown out once they withered, so the pot remained.

Though they served as guardians for individual families, similar protector clans existed, each safeguarding different things. They belonged to a Guardian Alliance; in fact, the Dragon-Protecting Clan and the Li family of the Northern Kunlun Mountains were both members of this union.

For a moment, she felt it was truly strange. Even though he had changed, she still felt her heart race for him, still found his gaze captivating, and still felt a sense of peace just by breathing in his scent.

Seeing Qin Wanyong leaning on his shoulder, sobbing in silence, Xia Liu felt a pang of discomfort in his heart.

The truth was, the Youyu Clan had no one of real talent to offer, yet it was precisely for the sake of the Youyu Clan that Shi Hou had ventured to explore the perilous seven levels of the underground space.

The gossip grew increasingly outrageous, attributing years of other artists' stolen endorsements and public slaps to Ye Ning, as if she were a malignant tumor that had to be excised.

"Professor Chen, that excuse is invalid. You are coming with me now." Ling Dongfang abandoned negotiation and took a firm, uncompromising stance.

Qiao Shen narrowed his eyes; he clearly didn't fully believe Fang Xiachu's explanation, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt and did not pursue it further.

The flight attendant maintained excellent professional decorum as she spoke, not once covering her nose despite the stench of foot odor, giving the bearded man the respect he was due.

His first instinct was that saving lives was paramount, leaving no time to consider other things. But as he drew near to Leng Piaoxing, he suddenly felt a sense of dread. Before the blade arrived, a cold glint had already emerged. Fortunately, his inherent kindness and intuition served him well; he possessed a sharp sensitivity, and he sensed the warning signs before Leng Piaoxing had even shifted his stance, a realization that Yun Jiyang felt with chilling clarity.

A massive, super-sized cloud formation, appearing as if engulfed in flames, began to incinerate the surrounding clouds.

But now that Gu Bozhu’s roots were severed, Gu Bolu was the only male heir left to carry on the family line. Consequently, the Gu family would have to step in to protect him regarding the incident he had caused at the opera house.

This was one of the reasons the team focused their efforts on the top lane; aside from MaRin’s own exceptional skill, it was also because no one dared to force him to play any particular hero.

Xu Tianruo saw this and decided to let it go; he knew that no matter what he asked, Deacon Zhong would not utter a single word.

Li Juan’s face turned deathly pale, her eyes tracking the cigarette butt as it drew closer, and she was so terrified she could not even scream.

The commotion outside was loud; even on the fifth floor, Liu Chengye could hear it quite clearly. He frowned slightly. In Yongxing City, within the Liuxian Residence, could someone actually be trying to dine and dash? And judging by the sound of it, the parties involved were not ordinary, or they wouldn't have threatened to tear the establishment down.

The Sejuani flashed over the wall to escape, but Jax followed with a Q-jump onto a ward. The Ezreal’s ultimate followed behind, and as Jax’s next Q came off cooldown, he easily secured the kill.

Watching the mist-soul charge toward him, Xu Tianruo remembered the Thunder Spirit telling him that any spirit that cultivated into a practitioner was steeped in sin, having consumed countless living souls. Such practitioners were creatures of extreme yin and cold, and the Heavenly Gang Divine Thunder within him was their natural nemesis.

Timing it perfectly with Riven’s leap, Zhang Jun pressed W to swing his weapon, using the red-fury W to negate the knock-up, landing an extra basic attack before using his E skill to dash back out of the turret range.

The Snake Mother smiled seductively, her massive tail coiling up to entwine her infinitely beautiful upper body.

Finally, with a soul-stirring roar, the shackles that had bound her seemed to suffer a violent impact and were torn asunder, like the dawn breaking through the night, illuminating the bright path of her future cultivation.

When Hong Yan learned from her subordinates that Zhao Qian had been beaten to a pulp, she was struck by a sudden, jolting fear.

Sure enough, the bag in her hand had vanished. If she wasn't mistaken, it had fallen into the necklace hanging around her neck.

Seeing the mocking curl of Jiang Lizhou's lips, Jiang An'an suddenly bristled, her voice rising by an octave.

She felt that Su Ming was truly different from how he used to be. Each impact left her head spinning, and like Tan Mingyue, she felt as if she were soaring above the clouds.