Volume 1, Chapter 55: The Brocade Pouch

Looking at her grandmother’s aged face, Shang Yinqiong could not stop her tears from falling.

She gripped her grandmother’s hand tightly, her tears dropping onto the old woman’s fingertips. "Grandmother, rest assured. Even if your granddaughter has to risk her life, I will save you."

It was only because her grandmother had shielded her that she had survived to see this day.

"Teacher brought him over, and said he cried all the way. I never realized he was capable of crying so much," Chunyu Xi said as he picked up Guo Qian and placed him on the bed.

As the final bolt of lightning struck, the two-zhang-tall stone statue burst apart with a deafening roar. From within, a crimson shadow flew out, resembling a ball of flesh sprouting numerous tentacles. Each tentacle bore a human-like eye that radiated an evil light.

Just as Shen Lun steadied himself, a sense of crisis surged in his heart. As he violently retreated backward, he saw a crimson flying sword silently appear right where he had been standing a moment before.

Jixia was two years older than Gu Jianli. She was not particularly striking, but her eyes were bright and dark. When she was not smiling, her expression tended to be cold, immediately giving the impression of someone shrewd and formidable. Yet the moment she laid eyes on Gu Jianli, her face broke into a smile, and she hurried forward eagerly, her voice choking as she called out, "Mistress," before bending her knees to kneel.

Cui Hao had assumed the Prince would head straight to the back courtyard upon his return this time, but unexpectedly, he did not go there.

After this luxury suit was tailored, he had kept it hanging in his wardrobe and had never worn it once. For one, he had promised his grandmother that he would wear it the moment he found a partner. For another, he was simply too lazy to go through the hassle of custom-ordering clothes again.

Mu Sheng closed his eyes, past the point of endurance, listening to her continue to chatter endlessly beside his ear. "Right, speaking of menstrual periods..." Her voice paused, followed by the rustling sound of a paper parcel being unfolded. He opened his eyes slightly to see a phantom-like shadow before him, and then something was fed into his mouth.

Then, Zhang Bingyu started playing the demon's music with deadly earnestness using both hands—generating an immense racket.

While the glazed lamp was exquisitely crafted, it was not particularly rare. What made it extraordinary was that instead of a candlewick, the center of the lamp held a night-pearl of inestimable value.

To draw a blade against someone who had just cooked a meal for you moments ago shows just how detestable some people can be when they are full and have nothing better to do.

Seeing this, Sun Wu strode forward, assuming the stance of Xingyi Quan. Like a dragon and fierce as a tiger, he stopped just ten paces away from the group of thugs.

Wang Dajun was exceptionally clear-headed. Lin Chuhong held absolute dominance over western Huguang, commanding elite troops and abundant resources. Once a contest began against the gentry of the realm, he was merely a merchant with no logical reason to get involved. His only course of action was to preserve himself and pray this fire would not spread to his own doorstep.

Ye Feng put down the NPC, without curling his lips in his usual manner. He simply sat there, staring blankly as always—or perhaps one could say, deep in thought.

Looking at Professor Neville Longbottom’s speechless expression, Philip smiled happily. If his pockets had not contained the secret letter entrusted to him by Alex, one could reasonably believe that Philip’s first-year student life would have been an entirely pleasant time, wouldn't it?

"The two of you are honored guests, so naturally I must lead you to the finest guest chambers," Zhou Yang said with a straight face.

However, misfortunes never come singly. News arrived from Nanfen that tens of thousands of miners had seized the opportunity to launch a riot, blocking the pass of Changbai Mountain and spreading toward Liaoyang and Shenyang.

This was a weapon of which Jianghu wanderers only dared to dream. Even though Lian Chengbi practiced the sword, he could not help but feel his heart stir and his affections capivated by it.

The more Yin demons Ye Shu and Yan Changlian slaughtered, the larger the cleared area around the demonic well became, and the heavier the sense of being watched grew.

In this way, the cloud-and-mist restriction became rather ingenious. To Qin Xuan, if not for these clouds and mist, although the restriction within would not be easy to break, given enough time to study it, it would not be entirely without a clue. Yet now, the clouds and mist happened to appear precisely at the very center of the restriction.