Chapter Seventy-Nine: Neglecting Proper Meals

By the time the junior master and disciple arrived at the dining hall, the table was already laden with steaming dishes. Ming Shuang caught the savory aroma drifting through the air and couldn’t help but swallow hungrily.

Hearing the sound of swallowing so close to his ear, the little junior uncle turned his head a bit awkwardly and released one hand, saying, “I’ll let you down now.”

Ming Shuang promptly loosened her legs that had been wrapped around him. Once Er Gou’s feet were firmly on the ground, he let go with his other hand.

Even after the affectionate embrace ended, Ming Shuang still had her arms loosely around his neck. The two stood quite close together. Er Gou’s face flushed with embarrassment, and she gave a shy, apologetic smile, saying, “Uncle, I’m not that heavy, am I?”

“It’s fine, not as heavy as a pig…” The little uncle started to say—

Meanwhile, Peter had already carried Liu Lin into the house and shut the door. As he placed her on the soft bed, his excitement was so intense that his hands trembled. Liu Lin’s figure was simply irresistible, especially with her curves accentuated by a tight office outfit and her long legs wrapped in sheer stockings.

Secondly, the family traditions of the Huo family and the Marquis’s household were quite different. In truth, there were real problems with the Marquis’s ways. It was no wonder Jiang Mushao behaved so recklessly; the household’s customs had played their part.

In the rear garden, the last flowers were fading, autumn’s chill already in the air. Though the weather wasn’t yet cold, Dou Mingyu ordered thick curtains to be hung around and braziers lit at each corner, making the lakeside pavilion as warm as spring.

“So long as you haven’t married, I feel I still have a sliver of hope. Even if, in your eyes, that hope is nothing but a joke, I’ll still hold on to it.”

What’s more, two types of immortal energy—never meant to coexist—had somehow merged, making this world even more vibrant. Seeing this, Wu Yue was struck by a sudden thought and immediately looked back.

This was why Gu Bei acted so recklessly. A tiger does not eat its cubs; even a formidable figure like Jin Jingping couldn’t escape that old saying. No matter how outrageous Gu Bei’s actions, they were all for his only son, Jin Shengze. This ensured that in their rivalry, Jin Jingping would never retaliate against Gu Bei.

At that moment, the battle on the Celestial Lord’s Island was just as fierce. The sect leaders and elders present were all at the Nascent Soul stage—at most, the peak of that realm. Aside from the Celestial Lord, there wasn’t a single expert at the Divine Movement stage.

After some effort, the two were finally separated. Following Song Ziqi’s orders, Lady Zuo and Zuo Yu were both thrown out as well.

Yang Bo had his suspicions, but even he found them implausible. Mei Youguang was clearly a traitor, and Lin Chaofeng knew about it—how could he possibly entrust Lin Yaqin to such a person?

He lowered his gaze and saw only half a face hidden by hair, a single upturned eyelash—a rather handsome profile.

Shao Shang quickly raised her hands in surrender: “All right, all right, I admit I was wrong. No need for an autopsy! I just wanted to know what Uncle ate that day.” These days, even a coroner could only determine the time of death.

A trace of disappointment flickered in Fan Yan’s eyes. His opponent was more cautious than he’d thought—even the ghosts he controlled didn’t know what their master looked like.

But once inside the sewers, he felt completely at home, as if he were a living map.

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Of them all, Erica was in the best shape, for she’d detonated the reactor close to the ground and escaped the farthest.

Extended to thirty minutes—they found it: the Prince of Bulls, bound for New York, the prime suspect.

“Didn’t Her Highness grant me a grand estate? It’s worth as much as both of my family’s manors put together,” Shao Shang muttered.

The farther she walked, the darker it got; but now that Chao Xi had adjusted to the blackness, she moved as confidently as in daylight. Soon she emerged from the cave and hurried to the village, hoping to see if anyone had come to her door seeking help.

Though Shao Shang was always bold, the eerie, chilling cries startled her into shrinking closer to Ling Buyi.

Holding the heavy dagger in both hands, Ma Jianyao gave Liu Yan a deep bow and turned to leave—but Liu Yan called him back.