Chapter 75: Return It to Him

The man's face was deathly pale, as ghastly as that of a corpse, sending chills down one's spine. His gaze was sinister, laced with a bone-deep coldness.

"Eunuch, what is the meaning of this? From the moment I entered, you've been shouting at me. Do you have no respect for me at all?"

Ye Cheng stood with hands behind his back, his eyes turning cold. The man wore a bright red eunuch's robe, and the jade he carried...

Ziyue held her tightly in her arms, her eyes as gentle and soothing as a miraculous balm capable of healing all wounds, gazing deeply at Qing Hong.

The sound of a tiger's roar could be faintly heard, but the most crucial thing was the faint murderous aura rising from both Ye Fantian and himself.

Of course, she was grown up now and understood the logic behind it. She said these words only to act coquettishly with him.

Since she couldn't ask Xue Mingrui for help, Lin Nuannuan felt sure Lin Yuze must have his reasons. Otherwise, if he couldn't come to her, he would certainly reach out to Xue Mingrui.

Although she wasn't with Tianxin, they video-called every day, and her daily routine was just like any other child's, which reassured her greatly.

They kept talking about Xiao Zhe. Every time she heard that name, Xia Erluo's heart ached unbearably.

Seeing the smile appear on her face, Qiukui finally breathed a sigh of relief. Yet a faint ache stirred in her heart. Who would believe it, really? It was always the old who grew sorrowful at the sight of familiar things.

A gentle fragrance—whether plum or orchid, it was impossible to tell—suddenly filled his senses. Before Xu Siyuan could guess what it was, he felt his arm grow heavy, and then Lin Nuannuan half embraced him, making him realize her intention was to help him turn over.

Liu Bei was not afraid of pain, but he dreaded Sun Shangxiang's worry. Now, hearing her say something so endearing, his heart melted, as if soaked in honey.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with undisguised panic, gratitude, and nervousness—yet nowhere was there any trace of joy.

Chenxi hadn't seen Ye Lingchen in a long time. During this period, she had been cultivating in the dimensional space, her strength improving remarkably—she had already reached a high level.

Though he grumbled inwardly, Dong Moxuan dared not show it. He forced a laugh and reported his name.

Ye Lingchen's grip suddenly tightened, and in just a few breaths, a series of actions was completed.

"You see, what did I say? Even if Master couldn't return, he still thought about you. He made all these arrangements for you. So don't sulk—take Master’s advice and go out for a walk." Zishu, hearing Xiao Yong's words, broke into a smile, appearing even happier than Dong Ru herself.

After a long while, Ye Lingchen's body suddenly trembled, and his eyes shone with dazzling divine light, regaining their former brilliance.

When Song Zhiyi and Liang Juncheng were still engaged, Gu Jinyan always felt a heavy burden on his mind.

Before Old Madam Gu could finish her words, Gu Jinyan swept a deep, somber glance at her and directly interrupted.

Mingjian had cultivated for less than a thousand years, which was precisely what made Lord Yahei wary and incredulous.

She placed the thermos in front of Li Qiang, unscrewed the lid, and a rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the room.

Though she and Dong Moxuan could be called friends, once friendship extended into the affairs of life, it became nothing more than an outsider's bond.

Many court ministers maintained ambiguous relations with the Ninth Prince, yet he seldom paid much attention to the nobles and courtiers who sought his favor.

Chang Feng, provoked by Aman’s last remark, followed closely behind Chang Yun, charging toward Aman.

Sunlight was the ultimate weapon. With enough magic, it could be resisted, but that required immense strength—a level the XXG warriors clearly had not reached. This only made the raging war against the vampires even more fierce.