Chapter 76: Your Hair Is Mine

"If it's too much trouble, then forget it..." In the end, Lin Hui didn't want to see Fang Wenxuan in a difficult position, so he spoke briskly. Fang Wenxuan looked at Lin Hui, and seeing his disappointed expression, he felt an inexplicable discomfort himself. After finally getting along well with his senior brother, he didn't want to create any rift between them because of this.

"Senior brother, it's not that I don't want you to stay... I'm just worried you might misunderstand... Actually, I would really like to have someone I know living with me, to share the rent and not feel so lonely," Fang Wenxuan explained, looking at Lin Hui.

"Oh..." Lin Hui saw Fang Wenxuan blush while answering and, suddenly interested, asked, "What are you afraid I might misunderstand?"

"I..." Fang Wenxuan met Lin Hui's earnest gaze, at a loss for words.

Before her eyes, the old immortal had come to her house and fixed his gaze on a litter of cats in the woodshed, which made her feel even more uneasy.

At the hour of the Ox, a shadow quietly lurked outside the Du residence; it was Liu Wei. On his way back, Liu Wei had a sudden impulse—if the assassin really had been sent by the Du family, then the household would be unprepared now, making this the perfect opportunity to investigate.

Her gentle and soft voice lingered by his ear, carrying a hint of reliance, and it sounded particularly pleasant. Liu Yu subconsciously tightened his grip, smiled at her warmly, and stopped thinking further.

If the crisis of the Yellow Scarf Sect was resolved this time, then their futures would be bright indeed.

Furthermore, Fang Ruoshi glanced over; the gray-clad man who had been beside the young man in fine clothes still looked timid, but his eyes were clear, showing he was only intimidated by Fang Ruoshi’s martial prowess and methods. This basically confirmed the young noble’s words were not false.

He sneaked a look at Xiao Ruyue, but she appeared calm, without a trace of panic, which only unsettled him further.

"What do you think?" Liu Wei countered, looking at Jing Ruhai’s awkward expression, and laughed heartily.

She had never understood him, never loved him; even after learning she was his fiancée, she hadn't devoted herself to him. Thinking about it, she wasn't a good wife, but perhaps that was for the best.

However, Yaoguang Academy was located in a remote area, and nothing significant was left at the scene. To find the assailant concealed somewhere in the vast capital was a hopeless endeavor.

"Your Highness Phoenix, I fear you've mistaken her for someone else. She is my beloved consort, Abao, not this Xi Bao. This time, I have come to admire the famed city of Afang, and she has graciously accompanied me." After so long apart, having survived life and death, Ziqi remained as calm and elegant as ever, as if none of the bloodshed and chaos outside had touched him.

For the next few days, Chen Yu focused on cultivating in the commander's mansion. After his battles with He Meng and Qiu Daoling, his cultivation had stabilized.

Li Yan no longer had time to think—this Golden Core stage senior was following him like a shadow, and his only concern was his family. He feared Lulu would send someone to harm them.

For many, working overtime was an unbearable torment, but for me, being able to gaze at your photo, lost in thought and longing, is the most beautiful moment of my day.

Having finished explaining, the gatekeeper no longer bothered with them; whether they accepted it or not was of no concern to him.

"If there's anything more to discuss, we can talk at home," Bai Li Tong said, stepping forward and extending his empty hand, waiting for Xu Mingfei.

She had only cleaned half the floor when Tang Junfeng came in, full of enthusiasm.

"He's my brother!" Chen Yu roared, and then unleashed the Ninefold Reincarnation Sun and Moon Profound Yin Art. Strands of profound energy of yin and yang surged into the air, crashing towards the demonic priest.

As for them, they were the elite among the Divine Sword Battalion, specially tasked with confronting formidable opponents or carrying out independent, special missions.

That was the most important, and also the darkest, moment of her life. She didn't want to tell Ye Nan, and if possible, she hoped she would never have to. Whatever she had suffered—betrayed by all, or simply the victim of someone's scheme—she wished he would never know.

It was as if he had been stripped back to his original form, cast down from the heights into an abyss, his dejected appearance almost unbearable to witness.