Chapter 55

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Thinking back to Yu Xi’s passion last night, Qing Yi couldn’t help but blush. Who said this man was shy? When it came to this matter, there was hardly any trace of bashfulness. Last night, Yu Xi seemed eager to bind all their recent moments of intimacy to himself, indulging for a long while.

However, Jiang Yi saw things differently. From what the third brother had said, he had roughly pieced together the whole story. In his eyes, Li Wusi was no easy character; his current remarks were clearly meant to provoke trouble.

In Northeast dialects, one often hears about yellow, white, willow, and gray, but the term “turtle immortal” was new to me, so it felt rare and peculiar. “Many turtle bastards, many turtle bastards, turtles aspiring to immortality—isn’t that difficult?”

The four of them quickly rushed inside to check on Qing Lin’s condition. Tian Xing sat on the steps, feeling exhausted. Since leaving the capital of the Wood Elf Kingdom, he hadn’t properly rested at all.

Marriage, love—sometimes, in the face of great love, such things seem trivial.

Tian Xing reached out, pulling off the golden orb stuck to his face as he regained consciousness. Sitting up, he realized he was in total darkness—no light, no sound, only the rhythm of his own breath and heartbeat.

Gu Yunyan took a few steps into the hall and sat in the main seat, dressed in a blue Yi clothing. Yi Zhenting sat opposite her, staring straight ahead, ignoring the chaos around them.

Mo Qiongyan asked in return, her brows lifting with a happy smile. She truly felt blessed now—to survive together and live so happily was no small blessing.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!” The clash of spear and staff rang endlessly. The ghost general relied on his sturdy body, wielding a long spear in a swift thrust, moving like a venomous python wrapped in lightning, opening a bloodthirsty maw aimed at Tian Xing.

I felt an itch all over, as if something cold was winding around me like a snake. Suddenly realizing something, I hurriedly opened my eyes. A chill wind blew through, sending shivers down my spine.

Despite all this, Zhang Zhang, known for his narrow temperament, did not believe He Bai’s generosity was genuine. Perhaps He Bai was shrewd, knowing that killing him today wouldn’t serve as an effective warning, so he spared him for now, planning to punish him later.

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The highly skilled Yu Xiao was the first to notice my presence. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, I made a shushing gesture. Nalan Zhiruo also looked up and exchanged a knowing smile with me, silently watching as I slipped away quietly.

Suddenly, a massive beam of light shone toward the waterfall. The source of the beam was a mirror.

“Xiang Jie, don’t worry about this. I’ll handle it myself. Just leave it to me,” Zhang Hao said.

Only then did He Bai relax and order two branches to be cut, bound together with ropes to make a stretcher, lined with two felt blankets. They placed Ma Xue’er on it and assigned two strong soldiers to carry her. After this incident, the entire army safely climbed past the cliff and prepared to descend the mountain.

Her long azure hair surged like a tidal wave, cascading down. Her slender figure flowed gracefully like a winding stream—elegant and serene.

Clearly, as the local boss, it was easy for him to avoid random searches. He might have finished one search and prepared to move on, only for “darkness and evil” to rush over, mocking his retreating back.

Only by breaking through this pass, slaughtering the Ming soldiers inside Ningwu Pass, seizing provisions, and holding out until the weather warmed up could they then withdraw calmly to Shaanxi.

Passersby whispered quietly by the roadside. With my current keen hearing, I naturally caught their conversations.

Before Su Yuyan could respond, Yang Zhengjie suddenly bent his head and kissed her cheek with a “pop.” Su Yuyan had hoped to escape his grasp, but unexpectedly, Yang Zhengjie shamelessly acted this way midway.

It had been ten days since last encountering Satomi Sakura in Red Maple City; nearly a month had passed in the game world. Jiang Ling was unsure if his junior brother was still in Red Maple City, but he had no better way to track him. Besides, going there might at least shed light on Hua Ming’s situation.

No one wanted to speak first, so the stalemate persisted. Even though the five present had little intention of improving their relationships, the tension lingered—oppressive and inexplicable.

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Countless various materials surged into the “city tower,” representing the nuclear storage space. Yet these materials did not fall chaotically; each chose its own “category” placement before landing.

Liu Yi and Yang Wan, after leaving the Spirit Wing Flying Boat, arrived at Futu Town in just moments, following the direction indicated by the others.

If these spiritual herbs could be refined into pills, not only would their taste improve, but their efficacy would greatly increase. However, in these desolate mountains and wildlands, finding an alchemist was impossible.

With a clang, Nangong stepped back half a step. The silver hammer spiraled out, failing to return to Yuchi Lun’s hand as usual, instead crashing uncontrollably onto the ground nearby.

Jiang Ling glanced calmly at Chu Jiang Kai. That guy swung his weapon at anyone without malice? Judging by his momentum, Jiang Ling had no doubt that if he had been slower, he would have been split in two.

No one thought Liang Xiao was bluffing; all believed the young man could indeed do as he said.

“Are you kidding!” ‘Silence’ waved his hand, stirring a fierce wind. His tone then shifted, becoming monstrous.

The morning mist had just cleared when Chang Ning awoke from sleep. This time, Chang Ning felt much better. Remembering overhearing something about a rejuvenation pill yesterday, it seemed to have worked well. His energy had mostly returned, and his body was pain-free, though he still felt some hunger and weakness from prolonged illness.

“How does your father-in-law think of you? What does he say about you?” Gu Ruixue asked again. As a sister, she was naturally scatterbrained and unclear in dealings with others; she feared Jin Qing might suffer at the hands of the Meng family.

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