Volume One, Chapter 79: Come Back Home With Me

In truth, when Old Ghost brought up “that matter” just now, he hadn’t mentioned that on that night—when Lin Man and Zhao Xin said their farewells before the Imperial Hotel—he had already told Lin Man everything.

At the Ji residence, Ye Zhen saw Ji Xinyan, and upon seeing Sister Yan, became immediately delighted, pulling her close. “Sister Yan, you’re here! I have something to ask you, I must ask you,” she insisted.

“Your Majesty, he has already arrived in Dengzhou! He intends to establish a naval port there!” Wu Jie reported.

“Yin Shaolong, let go of me!” Xiang Tianqing’s voice trembled slightly as she was dragged all the way to the changing room, knocking over several clothing racks. Yet he showed no intention of releasing her; instead, with a loud bang, he kicked the changing room door shut.

Before she could finish her sentence, Lu Anan hurriedly tossed aside her chopsticks, spun around, and rushed toward the bathroom, clutching the edge of the sink as she dry-heaved.

“Old woman, if I’m not mistaken, that Japanese major you mentioned must be the same old devil you saw in the workshop area that day?” Lang Xingtian asked calmly, unmoved.

Had she been left behind? After some time had passed, having finished speaking with the princess and her companions, there was still no sign of her. The maid who had received her instructions answered, came out nervously, glanced at her, nodded toward the princess, and retreated.

Bai Ran simply could not tolerate the disorder at home and immediately suggested tidying up.

Outside, the snow lay thick, covering the branches with heavy layers. No matter how skilled one’s lightness skill, one always needed to step on something every so often to borrow force.

Just as their group was about to leave, the man, unwilling to give up, charged forward once more. This time, he brought two helpers with him.

As she spoke, Lady He waved her slender hand. Instantly, a massive green magical array appeared in the darkness between heaven and earth. Its interior was so intricate that even Long Yichen grew dizzy from looking at it, let alone the ordinary folk.

She had originally intended to go out and ask Cheng Rongjian what was happening, but seeing he had closed the door, she let it be and turned on the shower to bathe.

“He refuses to return. Now all we can do is wait for the seventh night, when his soul should revisit. If he still won’t come back, he won’t be able to enter the underworld,” the cripple sighed.

His tone was cold; Jiang Guangguang could easily picture Cheng Rongjian’s expression as he said those words.

“Proactive offense: if there are no battles, create battles. When there are battles, escalate them,” Zhan Tian’s words made everyone fall into deep thought.

After Jiang Mengxue turned around, she launched a spinning kick at Murong Kun’s forehead. Murong Kun dodged nimbly, then darted behind Jiang Mengxue, twisting her arms and neck in a swift motion.

As Zhan Tian’s spiritual power soared, a sudden gleam flashed in Long Xiaotian’s eyes, even though he had already been eliminated.

“Obliterate the soul? You are far too optimistic,” Han Zhenghuan’s voice sounded behind me. The next moment, he pressed around my waist and pulled me into his embrace.

After the fight, Zhao Wulong, aside from sweating profusely, showed not the slightest trace of fatigue. Such endurance is proof of deep cultivation, only attainable through years of training. As a fellow martial artist, I deeply understand this.

In the carriage, Hua Lili was thrown heavily aside—yes, thrown like an object—into the corner of the seat.

Indeed, her identity was suspicious. If she truly were a princess, how could she not be at her father’s side, fulfilling her final filial duty, but instead escape with an imperial decree? Moreover, her words and actions did not resemble those of a princess.

By all accounts, the one who most desired this position was not the knight commander, but that Grand Elder.

When the coachman heard “about to give birth,” he hurriedly drove toward the city. “Those Daoist priests at the temple are so heartless—how can they drive out the crown princess over some taboo?”

Chen Xuanliang was still racing against time, his hand already reaching for the time storage device, gripping it, and beginning to withdraw.

“I even suspect you and the Shadow Wolf are in league. I nearly died, you know, and you just kept watching,” Mo Xuan said, holding back his anger.

“Commander, Eunuch, please take your time!” Zhao Xiang, accompanied by his wife and eldest son, came out to see them off.

He moved gently, his fingertips brushing along her neck, tilting her chin up, while his other hand caressed her clenched fist. A tender, tormenting kiss fell upon her lips.

“Alright, I understand. I’ll just press it randomly; whether I win or lose is a matter of fate,” her uncle said with extravagant confidence.

It appeared the main purpose was to prevent the mine slaves from escaping, not to guard against Mu Chuan—nor could they.

Before sunset, they, together with the Lord of Xiaoyao Island, escorted the three assassins down the mountain and returned to Taian County.

Most present dared not speak; they knew Cao Cao harbored deep resentment toward the influential families of Xuzhou.

“Mr. Chu, did I say something wrong just now?” Liu Ya’er asked, lips pursed, eyes brimming with tears.

Suddenly, the air grew still, and everyone could hear the crackling sound as Wanbang clenched his fists.

“Indeed! You make excellent points. In truth, searching for people, finding things, and gathering intelligence are none of the reasons I came here. My purpose is simply to resolve a doubt within my heart,” said Erna.

The Grass-Cutter Sword sliced through the obstacles above. Sasuke leapt to the basin of skeletal remains, deactivated his Sharingan, and Susanoo vanished.

Princess Rouge finally pushed her onto Yan Ping’s grain cart and departed hurriedly, leaving behind Yun Fenghuang, whose gaze was filled with both joy and sorrow.