Chapter Thirty-Six

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She woke before dawn, and the moment her eyes opened, she saw Mr. Gu. Her face flushed and her heart raced at the sight of him; if he ever lost control, it would truly frighten her.
The moonlight was cool and cast a faint glow upon the ground, while the sound of the flute flowed like a clear lake, the ripples of light spreading outward and piercing the silent night sky.
The pitch-black sky always carried a touch of coldness, chilling every passerby on the street to the bone. Yet the vast Qi Prince Manor remained deeply enclosed by high walls, exuding an irresistible aura of authority.
After confronting Ming Yao about the attack on him at the imperial city, Long Quan felt much more at ease. Ming Yao did not admit to ambushing Long Quan, nor did he want to believe she had plotted against him. Thus, he immediately led his troops back to Xuan Yin Pass for reinforcements, hoping Ming Yao would send provincial allied forces this time.
Among Gu Yu’s four trusted aides, all were below star-level strength. However, the keen-eyed Celestial Realm warrior quickly noticed that Gu Yu had not only broken through to star-level but had also advanced to the Star Soul tier.
Gu Yi said nothing, showing no particular expression as she looked at Shen Nianhua. It was clear she held no fondness for her father-in-law.
At that moment, Da Ji, clutching Zhan Xiu’s arm tightly, felt the warmth and firmness, and suddenly awakened from her drowsiness.
“Lord Dragon Slayer Warrior, though we have some cultivation, we are merely ordinary spouses. May I ask what matter requires your attention?” The male cultivator, recognizing the Dragon Slayer’s attire, knew he was someone not to be trifled with.
With that in mind, Lin Hao rubbed his hands together, ready to try. He focused his mind, imagining Teemo’s blowgun darts, then took a deep breath and reached inside.
“Rise.” The Duke of Rongtai’s eyes flickered with sharp light as he slowly approached, glancing coolly at the figure behind Axi.
It was hardly surprising; quite some time had passed since the last time the Moonless Spirit Shadow appeared, and suddenly having the chance to come out and play again was naturally a joyful event.
Xiao Xixi knew that Situ Leiyan’s wisdom was truly extraordinary. She sighed, tacitly agreeing. Raising her head slightly, she met his meticulous gaze.

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That ethereal sensation aligned perfectly with the great Dao and nature itself, allowing everything to flow freely. Within Li Yu’s inner world, subtle changes took place, gradually expanding it. The entire inner world seemed more vivid and real.
So you can fully understand the grief and silent sorrow that now filled Ye Ci’s heart.
“Damn it, Wanmu Tianlin!” Seeing that his covert deception had failed to fool Lin Lei and knowing he would soon have to explain himself, Peng Zu roared in anger. His azure aura surged fiercely, conjuring a multitude of lush, towering trees that stood before the Black Dragon.
Leng Zhiqing rose and approached the dining carriage, firmly gripping the silver knife handle, then headed toward the door.
A voice stirred within her heart, urging her to return home, to the Zhuo family army. The mountains were high and her father far away; once matters were settled, she would come back with their eldest grandson in her arms.
Spiel crouched down, glancing at Xiang Tian’s pale face. He shifted his gaze to the wound, furrowing his brow slightly. The injury had turned pitch black—a clear sign of poisoning.
The Luo family had once been a noble and prestigious clan, but with the nation’s decline, their skin gone, what hope remained for the hair? The Luo family suffered greatly during the chaos of war and gradually fell into ruin.
“What’s wrong with the division method?” Mu Yun asked lightly, not noticing the faint red cloud rising from Emperor Jiuyin’s ear.
Just as he was about to step forward, his hand was suddenly seized. Startled, he tried to resist but found himself completely immobilized. After being skillfully thrown down and pinned, the person in front of him waved something in his face—it was a police badge.
Song Chengyi would not pretend beyond his limits. If it didn’t work, it didn’t work. He couldn’t afford to become a burden to Luo Qingyan; better to stay safely within the space.
Upon hearing Su Pan’er say that this skill could be passed down to her descendants, she naturally agreed wholeheartedly.
Unexpectedly, the high and mighty CEO had actually come. It was truly a bit overwhelming.

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But if she really had leukemia, or some other grave, incurable disease, and had little time left, she wanted to entrust herself to him before she died. Otherwise, even in death, she would carry regrets.
She had no other thoughts toward Mo Ning before; her attention was drawn solely by his peach blossom eyes, which were exactly like her father’s.
The rest of the conversation was cut off by a gesture from Li Fengjue. He pinched his brow to shake off the pain Tang Zixuan had inflicted and summoned his strength to make a call.
A year passed, and a group of soldiers who failed their assessments retired and returned home, causing a great uproar in their hometown.
Such a cheap price gave people the impression that cheap goods were of poor quality. Even though Uncle Yi Le explained that his son had caught the fish, no one believed it.
Soon the door opened from within. Zhou Yang appeared in a festive robe, dignified and radiant, his bright red attire making his already fair complexion shine even more.
“Girl, your grandmother wants to apologize to you. It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t done those things back then, you wouldn’t have run away, and none of this would have happened,” Elder Lady Yan sighed as she spoke.
How could Wan Wei have fallen out of favor? Ning Zhendong couldn’t understand. Her obedient and considerate nature had always pleased the emperor’s heart.