Volume One, Chapter 22: I Didn't Push Her

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Ye Fei no longer cared about the opinions of passersby; no matter what, he could not allow them to take Wang Qianqian away. After all, every time he had come to the house before, it was actually to see her, but she never took it to heart—either hiding in her room or claiming to feel unwell and staying inside until he left.

In some developed countries, tigers are legal pets, allowed to be kept by ordinary citizens. Their habits are actually quite similar to those of cats.

“Dad, don’t be too upset. Since Axue said she would come back, she definitely will. No matter what happened before, our family can finally reunite,” Cheng Yarong comforted from the side.

After chatting over three cups of tea, with Guoguo attending nearby and guards standing at the door, the virtuous prince said nothing strange. As lunchtime approached, I asked if he wanted to dine with me, but he declined and took his leave.

Among those who came along, everyone except Jiang Beiting was unaware of the matter. When they saw Liusheng truly kneel down on one knee, they all grew excited.

After Lin Xi’s death and before Yan Sibai’s seclusion for cultivation, he instructed Yan Yu to remove the plaque from the courtyard where Yan Sibai and Lin Xi had lived, replacing it with a new one he had written. After giving these instructions, Yan Sibai left.

After being rescued by He Changyu, An Muhan rubbed her wrist, which was sore from being squeezed, and looked at Yan Lincheng with a cold gleam in her eyes.

“We’re all in the imperial capital, just not living together,” Wei Jianyu said. Back then, when her injury was not fully healed, she was eager to return home. Wei Jianyu couldn’t refuse and went with her. It was only after returning that she learned of the many events that had occurred in her absence, and saw the once-dejected Xiang Lichen.

Feng Aohan covered his face; upon hearing the name, his reaction made Tucheng excited. She felt her conjecture was correct.

Her son’s earlier hint now made sense to her—he probably had feelings for Gu Pianpian.

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Zhou Xiaofeng imitated Boss Mao from before, grabbing two pieces and tossing them into his teacup, then brewing them with hot water.

Luxury cars parked one after another at the school gate. Liu Hu, leaning on a cane, staggered out of one vehicle. Sweat drenched his face, and even his trembling hand holding the cane betrayed his unease.

“That strength… it’s wild and uncontrollable!” Yang Nian felt the fierce destructive power of the energy up close, as Dian Kui stood behind him.

After speaking, he took up his ruler, hands behind his back, and slowly walked away. Despite his trembling legs, he appeared to be moving at a leisurely pace.

“Yan girl really thought this through; otherwise, if we had to do it ourselves, it would be hard to refuse since they are relatives,” Old Chen said awkwardly.

The next day, before dawn, Li Qingfen was still asleep when Gu Pianpian finished washing and left the room.

My Xuanyuan Sword has restoration abilities; it is the only divine artifact I have preserved, an SS-level relic from the Reincarnation World, capable of becoming the host for the Gray Bead.

The Blue Lotus Sword Scripture teaches that even if the treasured sword leaves the sword lotus, it can still be manipulated through the method of condensing true energy into threads.

Then the magical array on the monstrous tree trunk flickered with light as the medicinal mist was absorbed into the formation, which began to glow and operate.

One can imagine that even a piece of steel would be twisted and torn apart if pulled into the Earth Explosion Star, becoming a tangled mess.

“This gate is quite amazing. Setting aside its material, the various spells inscribed on it alone are numerous. Its sturdiness is such that even a Tailed Beast Cannon might not be able to pierce it!” The pharmacist smiled smugly, then pressed his hand against the gate.

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This time when negotiating terms, although she held many chips, she deliberately revealed only a trivial portion. But once she confirmed that Gao Yang was truly the top player she had identified, she immediately laid out all the benefits at once. The stark contrast in treatment left almost no one uncalculated for.

“Very good,” the words “see her once” caught Su Zeying’s ears, and his eyes brightened instantly, a flicker of excited joy shining deep within.

The flagship’s white flag retreat could still cause some chaos among the remaining pirate ships. At this point, the battle was basically decided.

The interior of the church had yet to be tidied up; only a few lamps were lit, with paint buckets and ladders piled in the rooms.

“Bold sinner, how dare you desecrate the souls of the dead!” The bishop clearly recognized what the Night Servant was, or at least where it came from. He had never imagined anyone would dare to borrow such power.

The bizarre consciousness world instantly shifted, revealing a dreamlike realm tinged with darkness. The ground was paved with countless playing cards, and the sky was covered by an endless expanse of cards floating together, blocking the view. The distant darkness and the dreamweaver lurking within could not be seen.

On the day of the Immortal Ascension Contest, tens of thousands gathered in a massive plaza surrounded by tiered stands sloping upward, reaching twenty zhang high at the top. Rows upon rows of seats filled the stands. Entrance was costly—a steep price to pay—but in the end, the venue was packed.

One or two half-immortals could manage initially, but as time went on and more people learned of it, even the half-immortals could no longer sustain it.

Indeed, the memory found was the very first memory of myself meeting Ali—the earliest memory of Qinglang.