Volume 1, Chapter 43: Return That Old Sachet to Me

Xu Anran glanced casually into the elevator behind the two of them, and seeing that it was empty, asked indifferently.

Xu Daoming remained silent. Seeing his expression, I figured he must have other matters to discuss, and perhaps my presence was inconvenient—he was likely trying to get rid of me on purpose. Chen Yihua immediately caught on to Xu Daoming's intent and stood up directly, saying she would go back to the hotel to rest. I had no choice but to follow along.

The voice seemed to possess a calming power, instantly pacifying Jin Feng and giving her the courage to raise her gaze and look closely at the Ancestor Phoenix and Ancestor Wutong before her.

Enveloped by this completely heatless flame, Chu Tian closed his eyes and slowly felt a massive amount of information flood into his mind.

He really didn't stand on ceremony, I muttered to myself inwardly, but I said nothing further, using the teleportation array to return to the territory first before notifying Muxue.

He had intervened personally! Yet failing to capture Ye Qianli was undoubtedly a slap in the face to him, so naturally, he was extremely displeased.

After Chen Lin had made all the arrangements, I asked him to leave his bedroom. As soon as I stepped inside, I had sensed two ghostly shadows lingering in the room. Fearing it would frighten Chen Lin, I hadn't spoken of it openly. One was easy to explain—it must have been the ghost of Chen Lin's wife—but where on earth had the other figure come from?

"The massacre of the Su family happened eighteen years ago, yet the young lady is only twenty years of age. Just think about it: how could a two-year-old child know that she belongs to the Su family? And how could a two-year-old child possibly survive?" Wen Yongjie said.

Clutching the hem of Qin Zong's jacket and holding a large bucket of popcorn in one arm, she followed him through ticket inspection, only settling down comfortably to eat her popcorn once they were seated.

"Would I? Why wouldn't I? Han'er is always in my heart, forever and always!" Shen Guohong answered without the slightest hesitation.

The person whose past had been pointed out by Ye Jingjia slowly blushed crimson. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted once again.

And as for that bane of existence, considering the great service it rendered, even if he were to fully recover his strength in the future, he would spare it leniently and not hold a grudge against it for disrupting his plans.

She let out a cold snort, nose turned up to the sky, and with an expression of supreme arrogance, she gave the questioning reporter a disdainful glare before launching into a machine-gun-like barrage of words.

In truth, Liang Chan was overthinking things. Meng Liang simply felt that, for now, he still could not compare in Liang Chan's heart to the family members she had lived with for over a decade. In this regard, Meng Liang possessed boundless confidence: once he married her and wore her down day by day with persistent effort, he refused to believe there wouldn't come a day when he surpassed everyone else in Liang Chan's heart.

Emperor Longqing moved a step faster, grabbing her arm in a grip so tight she could not break free in the least.

Though her heart was filled with resentment, in order to see her and speak with her, she had no choice but to compromise and meet her in private.

After hanging up the phone, Cen Wanyuan sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't help laughing, yet as she laughed, tears began to stream down her face. Thinking of the past, the present, and the future, everything felt so surreal, bizarre, and unbelievable. She even wondered if she was dreaming at this very moment.

While the Crown Prince of Great Ming engaged in a one-sided battle of wits and courage to which Zhu Yi remained completely indifferent, No. 4 High School once again commenced its midterm examinations.

An You'er looked up. The old woman's aged face was covered in wrinkles. In the dim light, one could faintly discern black, vine-like patterns spreading across the corners of her eyes, looking both ugly and terrifying, while her raspy, harsh voice made one's scalp tingle.

"Is there anything else you need?" Jiao Yue frowned, staring at the hand Shan Shan was using to grab her arm, her face full of disgust and impatience.

Sitting casually upon the body of a dead hunter, she looked up at the sky. Layer upon layer of dark clouds devoured the firmament, and the gloom deepened. The torrential rain blurred her vision, creating an endless curtain of water all around.

"Hmph." I couldn't help flicking my hand dismissively and stepping into the kitchen, beginning to take out the dishes one by one and place them on the dining table.

The pungent smell of medicine mixed with the gamey odor of animals, creating a nauseating stench. The moment the door opened, Tanya frowned and couldn't help covering her nose. Although not as terrifying as the fourth stage of the basement, it wasn't much better. Fortunately, after smelling it for a while, one's sense of smell grew dull.

"Perhaps the Deep Abyss Demonic Wolf was merely one of the experimental subjects used by these cultivators who nurture the black fire," Third Elder Xu Qingyang said directly, following up on the Fifth Elder's paused sentence. Everyone present was startled once again. Although Xu Qingyang was aged and elderly, his mind remained exceptionally agile, which was why Qing Yan had always respected him.

Xia Jinxi nodded, resting her chin on one hand in a contemplative pose while gently tapping the tabletop with the other. For Xia Ruoyan and the Crown Prince to target Ye Weiyang—and more importantly, for the Crown Prince to actually agree to it—this surely could not be as simple as it seemed.

"Huh?" Guan Yi opened his mouth wide, exchanging bewildered glances with Lin Mu as if silently asking what on earth was going on.

Walking down a path she had traversed countless times, listening to the steady echo of her own footsteps, Tanya couldn't help but guess what the contents of this mission might be.

Although she wasn't entirely certain how much his Spiritual Pivot True Qi could enhance Ah Xing's meridian strength—given that human meridians possessed fundamental differences from a dog's—at the very least, it was bound to be much stronger than yesterday's.

The atmosphere among the eight monks suddenly grew tense. Although their memories were gone, their bodily instincts and cultivation remained, causing them to instinctively be on guard against strangers.