074 Not Satisfied Yet

The temperature in the bedroom was gradually rising. Faintly, there came the sound of heavy breathing and the girl’s whimpering cries. Qu Wan buried her face in the pillow, biting her lip to keep herself from making such soft, delicate sounds. This was so different from her usual self. Jiang Zeyu’s large hand covered hers, which was clutching the sheets, and he said in a hoarse voice, “Lift your waist a little higher.”

“No, Jiang Zeyu, I can’t anymore,” she murmured, turning over to wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her face into his chest. “I’m so tired.”

Jiang Zeyu lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her eyes. “Are you very tired?”

“Mm, and so sleepy. I really don’t have any strength left.” He paused for a moment, then scooped her into his arms.

“If I want to eat, I’ll get it myself,” Yan Xiaoxiao cut in impatiently, surprising even herself with her tone.

If they could make a contribution in the midst of such a great calamity, then the boundless merit bestowed by Heaven would surely allow them to reach the Saint Realm. The three Daoists had all longed for sainthood.

Xi Xichen poked her head out and saw Nangong Ming holding Tangtang on his lap at a table set with an exquisite feast. Tangtang was enjoying her meal, while Nangong Ming was nibbling on the bread she’d baked; both looked utterly content. By the lakeside, many students from Heavenly Dragon Academy had gathered. Seeing Lin Tianyao and Qin He walking side by side, many looked on with envy. Xi Zhetian bit his lip hard, tears brimming in his eyes. Why hadn’t Master Wuque arrived yet? He couldn’t hold on much longer.

Yet, given his current rate of progress and his understanding of martial arts, if only he was given enough time, there would be few in this world who could stand against him.

After the variety show finished recording, she had hoped for a chance to go on a date alone with Qin Muyan. But from the studio to the group dinner, she hadn’t managed a single private word with him. She didn’t know if it was just her imagination, but she kept feeling as if Qin Muyan was deliberately avoiding her.

The young swordsman held a long sword, its edge pressed against the neck of the kneeling leader on the grass. He gazed coldly at the monk standing opposite him.

If she went, she’d only get scolded. If the two of them got into an argument, they wouldn’t even be friends anymore.

Ruoxin supported his shoulders, unsure how to comfort him. She lifted his head, only to see his face awash with tears.

“I’m thinking of letting the brothers take on commissions—protection, assassination, transport…” Tian Ye briefly explained his idea.

“Of course Grandpa treats me best, right Grandpa?” Gu Qiu Yue turned with a laugh, grinning at Gu Chun Qiu.

Wherever Tangtang went, she quickly got along with everyone, but only Bai Zhuozi knew she had a purpose this time.

To be safe, we decided to bring our camping gear. Since we wanted to show just how terrifying this Suicide Forest was, how could we not spend a night there?

Sister Gu narrowed her eyes and lowered her head, about to kiss Lin Rui’s lips, but just as their mouths were half a centimeter apart, she suddenly pulled back, trying to withdraw.

“Te—Teacher, we’re the martial arts club!” the boys lying beaten on the ground protested, all of them looking utterly miserable.

At that moment, the hideous demon mask seemed to exude an indescribable, bone-deep sorrow. The two bloody eyes on the mask no longer glimmered with cold, faint red light, but with the utmost pain. In this world, the most moving thing is not the compassion of angels, but the silent suffering of demons.

Wang Yao tossed his phone aside in agony, lazily rolled over, wrapped his arms around the bedding behind him, found a comfortable position, and drifted off into a hazy sleep again.

Defeat with honor! Feng Yufei and Li Jiye didn’t know whether to laugh or cry—was this meant to console them or mock them?

She held her phone, not in a hurry to put it away, her eyes darting back and forth as if thinking of how best to begin.

All she wanted was for her son to live—truly, that was her only simple wish.

Ajin nodded to himself in secret. So, it was an invisibility talisman shaped like a jade pendant causing trouble. Only with his own divine cultivation could he barely discern her form; it was probably a treasure crafted by at least a Nascent Soul stage expert or above.