Volume One, Chapter 72: The People Mo Xingyuan Cares About Have Changed

She kept mentioning Xingyuan again and again, as if to emphasize to Su Li just how different their relationship was. Leng Xianning had never felt so insignificant before; she would rather be mistaken for a substitute than lose such warmth and tenderness.

Seeing Chu Qi stop in her tracks, her head bowed and her fingers restlessly twisting together, Jian Yiyang asked her softly.

Qianqian stared speechlessly at the disappearing figure, letting out a sigh before pulling back her gaze. Now she was in trouble—she didn’t dare call Yan Chengqian to handle it, nor did she have any acquaintances at a car dealership. What was she supposed to do?

This was the first gay couple he had ever met—fellow travelers, so to speak. Perhaps it was heaven’s way of offering him redemption.

Only after a long while did Bai Li Yuxin muster the strength to blink and look at her. Those eyes—so remarkably like Shiyu’s—were right before him, gazing at him with such deep affection. Her breath fell warm against his face.

It wasn’t just because of Xiao Yingzhe’s methods and abilities, which sent shivers down the spine at the mere thought; it was also because she truly didn’t want to see Ming Shiyun dragged into this chaos.

“Princess.” Hua Hao and Yue Yuan were startled by her expression, especially her tears. After serving the princess for so many years, they’d only seen her break down like this once before—when her parents passed away.

Su Xia had originally wanted to ask about Princess Linglong, but the words died on her lips. Whether Princess Linglong was alive or dead, she would likely belong to her senior brother. Even if Su Jinyan truly liked her, he probably stood no chance against his senior brother.

Zhou Xuan and Ye Zhiyuan had met in the most melodramatic fashion imaginable—all the clichés of a hero saving a damsel in distress and love at first sight had happened to them.

Zuo Jun repeated, word by word, “I said, I can cultivate now!” As he finished, he gestured, and a log flew from Donkey’s firewood pile, landing steadily in his palm.

“Then who did you call the blonde bitch?” Sasha demanded angrily of Huang Yurou.

The houses across the basin were densely packed and beautiful—even more so than the finest ones she had seen in Qingzhou.

Zuo Jun was watching the drama unfold. Hearing Fatty Zhou call him his nephew left him somewhat disgruntled, but when he felt the three gold ingots in his pocket, the annoyance instantly vanished.

Just as Zhangsun Zhengchu was about to drink the tea without a trace of suspicion, Su Yang, though reluctant to intervene, simply couldn’t turn a blind eye in such a situation.

Yi Xuan was overjoyed; without waiting for the Iron Guard to lead the way, he flashed into the underground ruins himself. By now, the Great Righteous Sect had moved all its facilities to Yong’an City aboveground. The underground ruins were deserted, silent in the darkness, with only a faint blue light flickering in the distant shadows.

Tang Zhihang glanced back at me, his expression saying, “You really talk too much.” But after my comment, he had no choice but to adjust his pace to match Lin Moxi’s, keeping his hand firmly, obediently clasped in hers.

For some reason, Song Zhen let out a long sigh, his face tinged with gloom. The strange reaction made Zuo Jun give him a second glance.

Now, everyone qualified to attend this banquet possessed the ability to transmit messages mentally. But these demons insisted on speaking aloud, likely to probe what kind of attitude the main characters of this gathering would display.

If Zhu Houhuang wished to develop the tea industry, it would probably mean another round of bloodshed, wiping out many hilly regions once again.