Chapter 49: Forcing a Way Out of the Estate

"Miss, are we really not going to summon an imperial physician?" Ling Yu asked all the way, clearly sensing that the old Dowress's breath was as thin as gossamer. How could this possibly be just from eating something wrong?

Just as Zhan Zhao turned his head and caught sight of Hua Manlou's gentle and serene smile, a sudden warmth welled up in his heart. He silently cast a boundary barrier so that no sound from within could escape to the outside.

This phrase kept echoing and expanding in Huang Ying's mind. A surge of grievance welled up from the depths of her heart, and though she tried hard to hold her breath, a suffocating tightness still pressed heavily against her chest.

"Have you figured things out? Besides, are you the King of Hell? I previously seemed to hear that the King of Hell doesn't meddle in worldly affairs and just plays outside every day..." Gu Liuxi had a flood of questions.

Yan Gui's expression grew even more complex, but in the end, he nodded. This was Gu Liuxi's own choice, and he had no right to interfere. Besides, wasn't he also going to take a bride soon? What reason did he have to stop Gu Liuxi from marrying?

When enticement failed, Boss Wang finally lost his last shred of patience. With his true intentions laid bare, he dropped his disguise and revealed his sinister side, resorting to coercion.

Seeing her complexion turn so pale it was almost transparent, Mo Zili pressed two fingers between her brows, channeling streams of icy-blue celestial light into her body in a desperate effort to sustain the faint, flickering floral imprint glowing between her eyebrows.

Late that afternoon, Xie Qingyun was in the front courtyard practicing his physical strength. He hoisted the heavy stone pier high into the air and caught it steadily in his embrace. Repeating this fifteen times constituted a single set, and every day he forced himself through three full sets of this to strengthen his arm muscles.

Right now, she could only feel a massive surge of energy rising from her Dantian, defying all attempts to suppress it. As the energy continued to swell and she grew frantic with anxiety, two opposing currents—one freezing cold and the other blazing hot—raced up from the Dantian in pursuit of this turbulent energy, gradually forcing it back under control within the Dantian.

Xu Wen was no longer an obscure nobody; his streak of three hundred and fifty-fives consecutive victories in the betting arena had made him quite renowned. Every single move he made now drew widespread attention.

"Yes, I was unconscious at the time. Wang Jun was terrified and called Sister Yue, and since He Pengfei had just returned from abroad and happened to be at her place, they rushed over together." With that, she lowered her head again in mild embarrassment.

Deprived of the heart, the most vital organ for supplying blood, a profound wave of weakness gradually spread throughout the entire body of the wolf bandit leader.

The most crucial thing she needed to do right now was to awaken Beiming Hong, or at least help her recover some capacity for self-preservation. Otherwise, in a place where celestial demons lurked in the shadows, unconscious members of the Beiming clan would be the most vulnerable and delectable prey.

The old man nodded, casting one last reluctant glance at the clothing store before slowly departing with Liu Guodong's support.

However, Yun Xi was in no rush to wait for the enemy's abyssal Zerg to approach—at least, not until they reached the attack range of Cheng咬金's explosive double axes.

Over the next few days, Yu Jichuan arranged for people from all walks of life to come and visit. Lin Lou also came to lend a hand, recounting the heroic deeds of the martyrs to them.

Swallowing hard, Father Shi cleared his throat and told Mother Shi to go to the kitchen, fetch the largest pot available, and then bring out a gas canister and a burner. After placing the pot on the balcony to fill it to the brim with snow, he set it on the gas burner and began to boil it.

When the two of them had finished washing up and Lizi Xiang was supporting Mu Changqing as they walked out of the room, they happened to bump into Shui Miaomiao, who had come to deliver breakfast.

Patting Song Ying's shoulder, Lin Yu glared fiercely at Wang Jiao once more, though he ultimately said nothing further.

Even if Luo Jin were to eventually lose, Hu You would still have agreed to hand the cipher over to the two of them, and psychologically, he harbored no resentment toward Luo Jin.

Wu Tianming shrank his head, lacking the high-spirited demeanor he had displayed a few days prior. He simply suppressed his frustration and, when Feng Sinings tugged at his quilt, gave it a fierce yank, turning his back entirely to his wife.