Volume 1 Chapter 33: Ning Shu's Gift

Early the next morning, Ning Shu set off to leave Qingzhou. Upon learning of her departure, Feng Min, Chen Liuqi, and others hurried to see her off, accompanying her all the way to the city gates. Before leaving, Ning Shu called Shen Ji over to the carriage one last time, warning him sternly: "Remember what I said. If you dare to use your official authority to oppress the common people, you will be punished without leniency!"

"Your Highness, please rest assured. I will turn over a new leaf!" Shen Ji promised solemnly.

"I hope so," Ning Shu nodded lightly. "By the way, I had someone leave something for you in the well at the Song family residence. Consider it my wedding gift to you." Before Shen Ji could ask further, she lowered the carriage curtain.

Yun'er looked around vigilantly. Although there was no one in sight, he remained uneasy, fearing that walls might have ears.

For players at a lower skill level, they can safely farm minions and wait for the opponents to make foolish mistakes. However, at higher levels, one must learn to create opportunities or even lead teammates to make plays. Unless a team composition is purely late-game oriented, winning without taking initiative is no different from waiting for a pie to fall from the sky.

Mo Ran adjusted the ghostly energy within her body, lifting the objects she intended to move and placing them in the positions she had previously planned.

The middle-aged man wielding a staff waved his hand, and the eleven others followed him, pouring out to surround the entrance of the bar tightly.

As for Madam Qian, upon her return, she first went to see Yu Qingyao. Yu Qingyao had long known that Madam Qian was not her biological grandmother, and having finally managed to shake her off, she could hardly be expected to be warm and welcoming.

She had originally intended to use the Backlight Sword, but it seemed that neither of them was using their trump cards—or perhaps for Kirei Kotomine, he possessed no true trump cards to speak of.

"Hahaha... isn't your Wind God Valley being a bit too excessive? What, do you expect the Mistress of our Hundred Flower Valley to marry into your Wind God Valley?" the Third Senior Sister sneered.

Ultimately, Shi Zhixuan could only use such excuses to console himself. Perhaps in another two years, his disciple would come to understand the allure of power.

One Sheng'an, one human life, and the pressure of public opinion from all sides—she knew that the path ahead for her and Qiao Anming would be arduous.

When a contestant entered, the staff would distribute their profile to the host and the two lecturers.

This mantis demon was larger than the corpse on the ground, standing nearly seven meters tall with a thicker frame. The black chitin on its body was darker, and the dark red patterns etched into it were more intricate. Perhaps due to absorbing a massive amount of energy, the light emanating from these patterns was almost blinding.

Is this the pathetic scam you’re trying to use to make me laugh myself to death so you can inherit my debt?

While we push forward and persevere through the wind and rain, this colorful river serves as our distant guiding star.

Behind Hua Qingtong, Dongyue Qianchen and the other three had already grasped the situation. They had been captured and were being used to threaten Twelve. Their expressions turned cold as they simultaneously launched an attack.

He had clearly found a place where no one would notice him the moment his master returned, just to avoid watching his two increasingly dim-witted masters do things that made his heart ache. Yet... he had guessed the beginning, but missed the ending.

The hand that had just picked up a piece of cabbage trembled suddenly. Her eyes drifted, gazing at the dishes on the table, unable to speak for a long time.

Ye Miaocheng was slightly stunned, then smiled. "Yes, Princess." She felt a sense of relief in her heart, looking at Ye Qingcheng with a touch of curiosity. Since returning from her amnesia, she was truly different from before. In the past, she would never have had any room to speak.

Since Brother Wang had spoken, Qiao Shangshang naturally dared not object. It was evident that she feared him deeply, always showing him reverence, never daring to contradict his word.

Listening to Xu Lin, it seemed she intended to have a real talk with Yu Feng, not just a brief exchange.

As her clothes were about to be torn and she was anxiously thinking of how to escape, the Empress Dowager seemed to regain her consciousness. The strange posture vanished, and the hatred in her eyes faded away.

If her Second Aunt knew that she had ever thought about, or even mentioned, having An Xiaotong come to stay with her, she would likely be in for a rough time. Therefore, it was best to keep her mouth shut for now.

She exchanged a look with Hua Jiaoniang, who nodded and left for a while. She returned shortly after. Li Yuanhao was surrounded by Yeli Dulan and Zhao Siyin, who kept serving him food and pouring wine, so he didn't notice them.

Murong Sen curled his lips, smiling bitterly as he approached Xu Yunxi, reaching out to grab her.

"Who's there!" Sato Kazuharu drew his gun from his waist with a speed barely perceptible to the naked eye and fired a shot into the ceiling.

Huangfu Fan was desperate to ask about Xuanyuan Yexia's true strength, and why she allowed everyone to mistake her for a waste rather than explaining herself.

Tang nodded in sincere admiration. He looked at Fan Yanyan with the eyes of a novice looking at a master, which made Fan Yanyan feel quite pleased with himself.

Liu Ji and Yonghui were furious but dared not retort, for Long Qing certainly had the strength to back it up.

"Wrapped so tightly, what could it be?" Filled with curiosity and doubt, Chu Ning stepped forward, tore off the transparent tape on the box, and opened it.

Moreover, even if Linghu Seventeen had truly turned "good," he still maintained that arrogant and willful young master persona when facing Yunxi. Since he treated her with his "bad" nature, she naturally had to respond in kind. This could be considered a tacit understanding between siblings.

After walking for a while, they finally reached the suburbs. Jin Xiyao used a ride-hailing app on her phone to call a private car, which arrived in about ten minutes.

When he woke up, he saw an old man with a white beard wearing Taoist robes, sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed next to him, eyes closed in meditation.

Furthermore, after Lu Fan's intense battle with Ah Li, the constant gathering and dispersing of the yin energy in this realm created strong fluctuations that awakened the Ancestor of the Yellow Sheep from his slumber.

"Alright, since you've said so, I'll forgive you this once," the man said earnestly.

"I knew it. You're so pale, you must be from out of town. What are you here for?" the man asked.

She had bought many valuable items for herself today. He planned to pawn them all for silver after leaving so that he would have money to stay in inns. As long as he was frugal, that money would last him a long time. This time, he would definitely not lose it again.