Volume 1, Chapter 66: With one long arm, he swept her around the waist, and with his other hand, he hooked under the bend of her knees.

Cloud Sea Mansion.

As the clock struck eight, neither Jiang Qin nor Huo Sili had returned.

Messages sent to Uncle Yang and He Xu went unanswered.

Housekeeper Wang paced anxiously back and forth in the villa’s courtyard.

At that moment, hearing the sound of rolling tires, her suspended heart finally dropped. She stood on tiptoe to peer out, then broke into a quick jog toward the entrance.

She caught sight of a dark vehicle silhouette.

It was clearly not the Mercedes driven by Uncle Yang, but the black Cullinan that Huo Sili frequently used.

Hearing this, Liu Ying assumed he felt awkward about dining alone with her, so she had also called out her two best friends along with Dong Lei and the others.

Uncle Shan examined my body, astonished by how bizarre my injuries were, yet he said nothing more. He smeared my entire body with a dark, pungent medicinal ointment for external wounds, and together with Yana, they flanked me to guide my advance.

Shajiaxi and I exchanged a pleasantly surprised look, then burst out into simultaneous laughter. After countless efforts and consecutively stumbling into two magical worlds, we had finally unlocked the door home—how could this not fill us with ecstatic joy?

If it were Zhang Yunfei, I could still understand it as being for the sake of my company and my money, but why would anyone else do this?

I knew why Uncle Shan was behaving with such a loss of composure, because I was aware that the economy of the MengHuan Empire was far inferior to that of the Ouman Empire. The Ouman Empire possessed a highly developed commerce, and Ouman currency had practically become the hard currency and general medium of exchange across the entire continent.

Just as Hongfang entered earlier, Youhan was inside the inner room tidying up Shaohua’s bed. Hearing the noise, she walked over, peeked out, and was startled by the visitor. Shaohua caught sight of her as well, neatly put away her embroidery ruler, and stepped inside.

Grimacing while feigning weakness, I allowed my second uncle to pull me up and then support me as I sat down on the bed.

The phone in my pocket rang. Ignoring it, I walked straight toward the door. The moment I stood up, I held the phone against my chest, and the reflection conveniently caught the man in the flat cap behind me getting up as well, following me out the door.

My father-in-law also came over to join the bustling commotion at that moment, and for a split second, my head felt blindingly painful. Glancing back at Zhang Yunfei, who had yet to wake up, I truly wanted to kick him right out the door.

The burly bald man let out a loud laugh, paying no heed to Brother Jun. The blade in his hand slashed straight toward Brother Jun’s head. Brother Jun sidestepped in a flash, and the pickaxe handle in his hand—as if it had grown eyes—slammed ruthlessly into the man’s waist.

At that juncture, Lao Chang, the person in charge of the competition, uttered a fact that left everyone even more shocked and utterly terrified.

The sense of powerlessness from that moment seemed to wash over me once again, a profound wave of weakness welling up from the deepest recesses of my heart, accompanied closely by sorrow and heartbreak.

After the span of a stick of incense, the official returned, accompanied by a squad of people. Nan Huaike clearly recognized the familiar face leading the group at the back—it was precisely Guan Chong.

Inside the room, the white-haired elderly man sensed Yang Cheng’s imposing aura, abruptly stood up, and in the next heartbeat, his figure flashed and vanished without a trace.

Regarding Xiao Yan, she harbored many contradictory feelings within her heart. Aside from the matter of proposing marriage, he truly treated her well, and his actions always spoke louder than his words.

He Yinuo said leisurely, his emotions unstirred by the revelation. Instead, he appeared somewhat lost, having seen through everything yet remaining forever incapable of examining his own life.

How could the Demon Lord not realize at this point that he had been double-crossed by that bastard, the Strength Demon King? Cursing furiously, he batted away the attacking Fox Demon King Kongcheng and Flower Demon King Youlan.

Meanwhile, the scout cavalry responsible for tracking and monitoring the Tartars returned to report. Instead of retreating too far, the Tartars had pulled back to a location seven or eight li north of Daxing Fortress, stopped to regroup, and appeared to be planning to pitch camp.

Hearing what Yujia had said, Yang Cheng slapped his own forehead and exclaimed, "Ah, look at me, how could I have forgotten about this?" With that, he casually waved a hand toward the Chaos Bead space.

Because Jian Po was still relentlessly searching for the opponent's weaknesses at that very moment, an arrow had just happened to strike a joint. Naturally, this targeted the wizard and Yamata; none of the other joints showed any obvious signs of damage.