Chapter 27
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Li Chang’an followed silently behind his two senior fellow disciples. Looking at the pair, who seemed as calm and unassuming as ever, he almost began to wonder whether the two fearsome figures he had seen on the tournament grounds had merely been figments of his imagination.
The carriage floor was covered with carpet, so their footsteps made not the slightest sound. Liao Wanyu followed behind Pan Dekai, doing her utmost to appear dignified and composed rather than like someone who had never seen the world, yet she still could not stop looking around.
The shoes on her feet seemed to have been completely soaked through by the snow. All ten toes were numb and itchy, with pain stabbing deep into her bones. She wanted to move, but her legs felt as though they had been filled with lead and would not budge at all.
Ji Lü opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out. What could he possibly say now?
He had not wanted to come, yet he still wanted to see her one more time. So he had come, bringing her the piggy bank he had kept all these years and returning it to her.
After Jingwei had treated him that way last time, and Zhou Cong had beaten him viciously again, his temperament should have made it impossible for him ever to turn back or see Jingwei again.
That copper-skinned, iron-boned half-demon even seemed to be having trouble taking a single step in the ball pit. Every step ended in a fall, and after falling, it found it surprisingly difficult to climb back out.
By then, the Grand Patriarch understood most of what had happened. As the saying went, one could not strike a smiling face, so he hurriedly raised his wine cup, returned the County Magistrate’s toast, and drained it in one gulp.
The short, stout man and the tall, thin old man who had entered the restaurant with the sallow-faced bandit were both stunned by Li Yu’s savage methods and the cultivation he had unleashed in an instant. Realizing that they were no match for him, they fled toward the door in perfect unison.
The Princess Consort of Prince Li was the eldest, yet the Crown Princess led the way. None of the awkwardness they had feared came to pass; all five sisters-in-law were warm and courteous.
Tong En could not help laughing again at his adorable expression. She stroked Yuhao’s dark hair, but her smile gradually turned bitter.
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Zhang Yang, who had long since become a skeleton, seemed to sense the disturbance outside. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked upward. His two withered skeletal arms rose high and crossed in the shape of a cross. The black substance coiled within his body abruptly contracted into a ball, then suddenly expanded with a bang, lifted into the air by Zhang Yang’s two white-bone arms.
Quite unexpectedly, I ran into a classmate from our class in the square. It turned out that, with the English teacher’s tacit approval, our entire class had collectively chosen to skip school and come downtown to watch the torch relay.
But with her mere third-stage cultivation, her speed was simply far too slow. Both Jiang Yao and Red Fiend could accomplish a great deal in that amount of time.
Momo found Teresa’s reaction rather strange, but she was in a hurry to get back and make dumpling filling. Seeing that the elevator had arrived, she did not ask further. She merely nodded hastily in farewell, then hurried inside with her shopping bags.
Although the south was relatively warm, by December the weather had inevitably grown chilly.
At the instant Mu Xifeng fled, a terrifying boom rang out. The second-grade primordial spirit treasure, the Mirror of Cosmic Reincarnation, was blasted to pieces by that single palm strike. Yet the force of the attacker’s palm also vanished without a trace as a result.
“So then you fell in love at first sight and started seeing each other?” Lin Shengnan picked up the rest of her sentence.
When the receptionist said someone was looking for her, she had assumed it was Jinhui. But when she went downstairs, she discovered that it was Feng Yuanyuan. She had been back for so long and had only ever seen her on television; they had never actually crossed paths.
But the situation now was completely different from back then. She wanted to lose her temper, yet she simply could not bring herself to be angry with Gao Haotian. After a long while, she said through clenched teeth, “I’m never drinking again.” If she had not gotten drunk, how could something like this have happened?
Ye Moxing arched an eyebrow. When had the Emperor of Film made a friend in the game? Judging by the looks of it, they were quite close—so close that he could not even spare her the time to chat?
Although she knew that the baby in her womb was destined to go through all kinds of trials and tribulations with them, if she had a choice, she still wanted her child to have a calm and composed mother, rather than one swayed by everything said online, who knew only how to cry and fret.
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“Hehe, Batian, once we finish cultivating in the Tianshan Beast Lair, the two of us should have another match. Hehe, this time I’m going to make you lose miserably!” Meng Jun said with a beaming smile. A loud eagle cry came from Batian, clearly expressing his disdain for Meng Jun’s words.
As the two were speaking, a hurried rush of footsteps came from the distance. Leading the group was unmistakably the yamen runner who had driven away Sun Zhicheng earlier, and following behind him was none other than the prefect from before.
This mood continued until the car drove all the way out of Winnimakka Town and into the Gobi, where she was gradually lulled into a dazed nap by the morning sun.
It seemed Great-Grandmother had done an excellent job keeping the secret. Everyone in the family thought that she merely liked Uncle Wu, and that it was entirely one-sided.
Jin Shang’en still had to be grateful, damn it! Having a concubine posthumously named a County Lady was a matter of honor for him, was it not? No one could deny that Jin Chengzhan was his son.
Meng Qingzhi had been watching the visitor for quite some time. When he saw that she had been sewing for ages without finishing even half a flower, he laughed at her poor handiwork. She turned and glanced at him, making sure he knew she was annoyed.
Her legs had not yet recovered, and the moment she exerted herself, they began trembling uncontrollably, so she hurriedly braced herself.
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