Volume 1, Chapter 34: My Foster Sister Will Not Marry Her Murderer
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“You actually have the nerve to say that? If you had been able to keep Ji Minghao under control, he wouldn’t have resorted to underhanded tricks to force me to marry him. This is all your fault.” Yet Ou Min’s reproach sounded strangely like she was boasting.
“It’s my second maternal uncle’s sixty-sixth birthday, so I came to pay my respects—and polish his shoes while I was at it.” Bai Jumin could lie without batting an eye. In truth, his second maternal uncle really did live nearby.
That’s all for today. The transitional part of the plot is finished, and what comes next will cover Ye Chen reaching the King rank, battling his way to the top of the national server, and commentating on the LPL. Tomorrow, I’ll try to finish all five bonus chapters and post them together.
The three of Zhao Zhengqi sat down in bewilderment. Xie Qingyang followed suit and moved toward the chair, but before his backside could touch the seat, Madam Xie lashed out with her whip. With a sharp crack, it struck him across the leg.
As the Princess Consort of Anyang grew older, there were very few families whose invitations were enough to make her venture out. Most people came to her door bearing rare treasures and flattering words. For Su Ruan, being able to invite her as the guest of honor was an exceedingly dignified affair.
Two years ago, there was a doctor and a nurse. The doctor was a veteran employee of the hospital, while the nurse had only recently graduated from university and was still an intern. As luck would have it, the intern nurse was assigned to the doctor, who happened to be in need of an assistant. The two of them first met in this very garden.
He kept their teachings firmly in mind and led the Forest Kingdom through one war after another. Now that the flames of war had swept over them, the elves could no longer remain uninvolved.
Staring at the man backing toward the edge of the hill, Chu Yun suddenly realized that, perhaps because the night had deepened, she could no longer make out his features clearly.
Of course, Luo Feng had no time to feel any of that. He could only endure the agonizing tempering of the purplish-red lightning.
Because Prince Kang and the others were staying at Huixuan Residence, they could not come over themselves, but they had all sent the maids beside them to take a look.
Han Qianqian’s neck and ears were flushed bright red. She emerged in a fidgeting, awkward manner, and because her feet were uncomfortable, even her movements looked somewhat unnatural.
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“Damn it, I said, have you people forgotten that I’m your superior? The Nanjing Special Intelligence Bureau? Director Dai? Do you think I’m afraid just because you have that kind of backing?”
Yuchi Yunting had not wanted to tell Bai Jiujiu, but he also understood that keeping it from her was no solution. If she wanted to know, she would find a way.
He could not understand it no matter how hard he racked his brains. Such a flawless plan had somehow failed to produce the expected result. They had been lying in wait here for an entire hour, yet had not heard the slightest unusual sound. Instead, what reached their ears were the ambiguous voices of Xu Nuor and Mo Xingchen—the very thing he least wanted to hear.
“Thank you… If you don’t mind, may I know your name?” Bai Qi’s eyes had regained their clarity, and he now looked at Zhuang Zhou with utmost seriousness.
After the Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger killed the second Ancient Desolate survivor, it failed to return to Zhuang Zhou’s hand. Instead, it transformed into immortal-slaying energy and returned to the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, where it began to be nurtured once more.
“Yeah, and I know Rongrong too. We competed in the same physics contest and ran into each other at the national competition.”
But in truth, there was no need for her to choose. She was willing to remain in the Heavenly Dao Alliance only because she wanted to grow stronger, avoid becoming a burden to Xiao Chen, and shoulder some of his responsibilities.
“No, you’re lying. The letter is fake. Officer Cheng, Jiao Junmou deceived you.” Jiang Jing suddenly realized that he had been outmaneuvered by Jiao Junmou long ago. The trap had been laid too deeply and for too long, making it impossible for him to detect.
The Empress Dowager might be honored and revered, and Emperor Longqing might be a filial son, but if mother and son came into conflict, she might not necessarily be able to do anything to him.
Qiu Xuan did not immediately try to teleport. Instead, he sat quietly, recalling the sensation of experiencing teleportation for the first time years ago, as well as the power of space. Time slowly passed while Qiu Xuan remained immersed in thought. No one knew how long it had been before his eyes suddenly flew open, a sharp gleam flashing within them.
“No!” Qiu Xuan cried out in anguish. Clutching Rong Yue tightly, he shouted frantically, “Why did you have to be so foolish? Why?”
His eyes were bloodshot. Why had this happened? Why?
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Guo Yi was smiling, but there was not the slightest trace of amusement in his eyes. When misfortune comes for someone, there is nothing you can do to stop it.
“I’m only trying to find something to talk about. After all, given the situation, we still have to live together for the time being.” Shang Wushang finished speaking and gazed at the ripples stirred across the water in his teacup by the breeze.
“Wow, I’m so popular! It was such a struggle squeezing through!” Chunqiu Hei had several unmistakable red lipstick marks across his dark face. He tilted his face upward insistently for everyone to see, making his meaning perfectly clear: Ha! Someone finally dared to take liberties with Master Chunqiu!
I checked myself out of the hospital today, against orders. Whether financially or in terms of time, I had no choice but to hurry back.
Alfonso came to an abrupt halt and stared at the Sword Saint in shock. Seeing that a dignified late-stage innate expert like Alfonso had been stunned by a single sentence from him, the Sword Saint could only smile bitterly. Meeting the utter disbelief in Alfonso’s eyes, the Sword Saint nodded heavily.
“You’re in luck today.” Yun Guo took one look and understood that the Great Hammer Elephant Demon Lord would not be able to hold out much longer. Until he found the water from the Immortalization Pool, Yun Guo did not want to cause trouble in the territory of the World-Ending God Jin.
That foolish expression was even more exaggerated than the time he had pretended to be stupid around Zhuo Yue. He looked as though he were saying, “I’m foolish, and I’m proud of it! I’m foolish, and I’m proud to be so adorably self-important!”
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