Hot Spring Resort (3): Vacation Guide

"But... but... I truly cannot become your concubine. Your subject... I..." Su Wan struggled to find further excuses, yet she dared not tell the Emperor that her heart already belonged to Shangguan Fei, fearing the Emperor’s wrath would lead to trouble for him. She could only stutter, searching for a way out as she spoke.

The Sword Madman, seeing the Ancestor Shuxian make a move and coveting Su Yuan’s "Treasure-Snatching Golden Coin," refused to be outdone. Endless chains of demonic lotus flowers surged immediately toward Su Yuan.

"Disaster!" Zoro was just beginning to lift his spirits when a shout suddenly rang out from afar.

Su Yuan’s words flew out like cannonballs, exploding with such force that the Taoist Burning Lamp was left dizzy, unsure of how to respond.

"The way of chivalry? What’s the use of that? Based on you two...? One with a brain but no backbone, the other with a backbone but no heart—and you still want to topple the Prince?" Tong Cheng said with disdain.

"Let’s go. We must find a place, figure out where we are, and then contact the old crew to see how things have been lately," Grandfather urged.

Just as everyone was busy, a few light, whizzing sounds echoed in the wind. The soldiers, seasoned by many battles, immediately grew alert, sensing something amiss.

Although the Taoist Burning Lamp was powerful and served as the Vice-Master of the Chan Sect, he lacked any innate treasures, possessing only a primitive magical artifact.

Yet, the plaza was vast, and the number of savages was immense; it was simply impossible to kill them all.

Unlike the free citizens and soldiers, these slaves had always been oppressed. Now that they held weapons in their hands, their eyes radiated a dangerous, predatory glint. Especially those who had been stained with blood during their flight—the intensity of their aura rivaled that of veteran soldiers.

Qi Luo resolutely supported Qi Yue. She told everyone she met that one could tell at a glance the embroidery was done by the Fifth Sister; she wondered why the Third Sister insisted on claiming the credit, especially when her embroidery skills were clearly inferior to the Fifth Sister's.

Everyone stared wide-eyed as they saw the first line written in bold black characters: "Indenture of Servitude."

"Chu Jingtian is my brother. You attacked him—how could you say this has nothing to do with me?" Lu Jianli sneered.

Father also said that the betrothal gifts he had prepared earlier had already sparked quite a bit of gossip, with many claiming he had overstepped ancient customs. She did not understand the proper regulations for a Prince’s betrothal gifts, but she knew that someone was using this matter to target him in the shadows.

"Yes." Wushuang cast a suspicious glance at the porcelain bottle Feng Yufei had put away, then nodded and retreated.

***

Relying solely on Mu Yuanzhi’s cultivation as an Eighth-Rank God Emperor, he would undoubtedly have had no hope of survival after such an explosion. However, he possessed a supreme treasure bestowed upon him by the Master of the Hall of Thunder.

That afternoon, the winter sun lazily spilled into the classroom, just as it had on an afternoon many years ago.

"Thank you for your concern, Young Master Xiang, I am quite well." A flicker passed through Wushuang’s eyes. Was he truly concerned for her? Her heart was filled with genuine emotion.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Ya reconstituted his ghostly form, looking almost exactly as he had before.

Chu Han finally enjoyed some peace. Every day, aside from offering pointers on cultivation to the low-level members, he would retreat into his space to lead a life of shameless indulgence.

To Qin Wan, Yu Chi was undoubtedly "one of our own." Thus, she smiled and exchanged pleasantries, only then learning the purpose of Yu Chi’s visit.

Fortunately, others did not know Jiang Baolai’s true identity. Otherwise, if it were revealed that the dignified Vice-Master of the Wanxiang Sect had personally acted as a shill, it would have been a disgrace. Once word of this spread, who would dare buy anything at the market auctions?

As for his own children, Zhou Quan did not necessarily need them to be "useful to society." His children did not need to have grand ambitions, nor were they required to contribute to the Four Modernizations.

From that moment on, the Armenians had their own seat at the round table in Los Angeles and organized their own internal family councils. At the time, the Doke and Sas families were the pillars of the entire Armenian region.

Therefore, getting caught in a storm was a terrifying ordeal; being able to survive a storm pattern was a credential one could boast about for a lifetime.

The audience remained silent; every detective looked like a suspect waiting for their lawyer to bail them out, calm to an abnormal degree.

Upon hearing Lin Feng’s words, Mu Manyun threw herself into his arms, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed. It seemed she was truly heartbroken this time.

When she said these words, her expression was calm, yet they radiated an unspeakable intent to kill and a scent of blood.

Tuoba Li and Sun Jixiang both knew the gravity of the situation and dared not put on airs as imperial envoys. They traveled day and night, rushing to Hongnong County, the seat of Hongnong Commandery.

Glancing at the man with suspicion, she put down the recorder. The small four-star double room was instantly filled with Brother B’s deep, resonant singing.

***

If the class’s overall grades failed to reach the top ten today, Su Meimei and Su Xiu Xiu would face the crisis of expulsion.

Then they changed the sheets and quilt. He coaxed Yan Rongshi to take a bath, naturally accompanying her himself.

He draped an arm around my shoulder. I leaned against him quietly, feeling as though we were an old married couple.

Love has always been reciprocal, yet now it has devolved into one-sided demanding and giving. What kind of beautiful world is this?

The soldiers of the cavalry battalion heard Battalion Commander Ma say that Regiment Commander Li Gang and the three special forces companies were in danger. They had just lost Regiment Commander Lei Jian, and Li Gang had only just taken on this heavy responsibility. If anything happened to Regiment Commander Li, how could the Unique Regiment continue to fight the Japanese invaders as a coherent force?

After eating, the two of them went to a KTV and rented the largest suite. Just the two of them, listening quietly and singing quietly, with the tacit understanding of a duet. He loved her music, ever since their past life. She loved his voice and the world-weary tone in his singing, especially since two and a half years ago.

Cheng Gang stood tall and motionless. He let out a heavy snort through his nostrils, and the icy wind was pushed away by an invisible force, splitting into two paths as it swept past his sides, failing to shake his stance in the slightest.

With Xing Sha’s sudden, thunderous shout, the tremors of the entire room seemed to exceed a critical point. The walls shattered and collapsed, as if hit by stones against glass.

It wasn’t until a tall, sturdy figure suddenly appeared before her that the coarse, dull voice finally caused her spirit to slowly tighten.

"Senior Brother Qin, you not only killed them but also want to seize their rooms—isn't that going too far?" Lu Xiaoxiang spoke to Qin Yan while her right hand tugged at Yu Hanyan’s sleeve.

"Young Master, look!" Gao San also squatted down and lifted the clothes of the youth who had fallen in the center of the hall. Although his skin had already begun to decay slightly, everyone could clearly see the peeling skin on the boy’s body.