Volume 1, Chapter 53: I Will Take Care of You

When Lou Nanzhi returned to old Fu's intensive care unit, Fu Kun was lying on the bed resting with his eyes closed.

For some unknown reason, Fu Kun felt uneasy and constantly panicked whenever Lou Nanzhi was out of his sight!

Seeing that she seemed to have no such intention, Si Yuan, who was waiting nearby, also grew inexplicably nervous. Although this Imperial Noble Consort appeared rather aloof, she also seemed quite easygoing; she looked nothing like the rumors described—neither spoiled by favor nor deeply scheming.

A man must accomplish something earth-shattering to truly make his journey through this world worthwhile.

Finally, the dark-faced man strode over to Zhao Gan, slowly raising his right foot and aiming the tip at the right temple of Zhao Gan's head, as if he were about to deliver a kick. Given the brute strength of this dark-faced fellow, if that kick landed, Zhao Gan would not merely be crippled—he would die instantly.

In the imperial garden of the Yongyao Royal City, Zhao Fei, dressed in martial attire, wore an expression of deep vexation. Wielding a leather whip, she lashed it through the air with sharp, snapping sounds. Within moments, branches were broken and flowers scattered across the garden, creating a scene as desolate and chaotic as her own wretched mood.

However, none of this was the most important thing. The crucial issue was that the meals cooked by this Miaohan were simply dreadful, utterly incomparable to the previous ones. On several occasions, she had been tempted to just brew a bowl of instant noodles to fill her stomach.

Wei Shaotian clenched his fists, grinding his teeth in fury. He hated Guo Lin, and he also hated Jin Xianglu for kicking a man while he was down. As the proud eldest young master of the Moon-gazing Mansion, he had actually been humiliated in full view of the public.

The tavern possessed a uniquely exquisite interior. The dim lighting lent the space an even more enchanting and romantic ambiance. Upon stepping inside, He Yixiang was immediately greeted by a peculiar aroma of wine. He Yixiang had never consumed alcohol and could be said to know nothing whatsoever about liquors. Yet, that mellow and rich fragrance completely captivated her.

Gao Gong was stunned for a moment before breaking into a smile. "Look at me," he said, "I was so busy talking to you that I forgot the main business. Hero Tai need not worry, I shall order men to escort you out right away!" Tai Fang replied, "That would be wonderful! Then I shall take my leave!" With those words, he stood up, offered a slight bow to Gao Gong, and prepared to walk out of the cell.

Even during tonight's banquet, she remained as cold and detached as ever. He drank cup after cup of wine, yet not a shred of pity or panic flickered across her expression; in fact, she had departed the banquet right at its very beginning.

A volley of countless arrows rained down from the sky. When it came to dodging flying arrows, Jian He had already accumulated considerable experience. The three of them did not run in a straight line, rolling and dodging simultaneously. After sprinting a certain distance, the hit rate dropped precipitously. Coupled with the defenders' scarce arrow reserves on the city wall, once their quivers were emptied, Jian He and her companions hadn't lost a single drop of health.

As for Luo Mu, the intermediate martial ancestor realm cultivator who sought his own death, he had long since perished beneath the newly manifested, violent rain of profound penetration, reduced utterly beyond recognition into a pool of bloody mud.

Yumu understood and was willing to try to understand Han Dong's actions, but this by no means implied that Han Dong could act arbitrarily... Therefore, she furrowed her brows and watched quietly in silence.

"If I'm not mistaken, recently when you were building the demos—including the Lianliankan and the second generation of Spot the Difference before Christmas night—did you consistently fail to invite players in for testing?" Li Fangcheng swept his gaze across the room as he asked.

After the sixth star, Tiansheng, lit up, the colossal figure behind the Heavenly Master gradually grew clear. It was a divine statue of heaven-shaking proportions; merely gazing upon it filled one's heart with boundless awe.

"I have a beloved wife, but I wouldn't dare take a concubine. If the two of us ever fought, I'd have to come to you for help," Wang Yiming said with a smile.

Bai Ruoshuang's eyes remained dazed for a moment before it stopped making sounds. Reduced to a prisoner, it had no energy to ponder questions of right and wrong. Freeing itself from the ropes and escaping with its life was paramount. Moreover, Wang Daoling's vomit seemed to possess a corrosive property.

In fact, Ye Zhong had visited once yesterday, wandering over to where the flower servant usually tended to the flora, but the servant was nowhere to be found.

This seemingly simple horizontal slash utilized the knight's entire strength, leaving his entire right arm numb and temporarily devoid of sensation.

On the other side, down in the plaza, witnessing the reactions of the crowd after that Kunlun sect disciple was eliminated, the Tribulation-stage disciples of the other major ancient clans naturally dared not lower their guard. They instantly concentrated their attention a hundred and twenty percent, terrified of becoming the next clan disciple to suffer a wretched elimination.

Wishing to avoid any extraneous complications and reluctant to cause Shasha any embarrassment, Lin Ning turned around with a feigned composure and pretended otherwise.

One must know that the Chinese forces currently held an absolute upper hand. With such a fine opportunity, would the vanguard army let them off? They certainly harbored malicious intentions—or so the Japanese Emperor believed.

Zhou Shengchen happened to arrive at that moment. Hearing the account given by Tong Jianian, along with her words of remorse, he too developed a splitting headache, praying only that Wang Yue's medical skills could help stabilize the child, in which case everything else would be manageable.

"However, if I win, I must trouble Young Master Hua to personally kneel and kowtow to my sister, and furthermore kneel right here to slap your own face a thousand times. Do you dare?"

It had to be said that Su Wan's looks were absolutely not inferior to those of first-tier celebrities, and perhaps even surpassed them. At this moment, clad in a hip-hugging dress paired with black silk stockings and long hair draped over her shoulders, she exuded a vibe that was both innocent and alluring, particularly with her full, plump breasts which were extremely eye-catching.

Bai Ling offered a faint smile, yet a glimmer of expectation flashed within her gaze—an expectation directed at Chen Bei.

Uncle Eighth said, "Don't be so polite. Even if you hadn't come, we would still be eating. It's no trouble at all, just adding another pair of chopsticks."

Yet here, the sun shone brightly, and the atmosphere radiated the breath of nature everywhere. The fragrance of the grassland, the proud postures of the flowers, the whispers of the bees, and the comfort of the breeze brushing against one's cheek—all the things that the Magical Beast Forest ought to possess but lacked could be found here. And whatever existed here, the Magical Beast Forest did not necessarily have.

In the living room, Li Dashan, whose fur was instantly ruffled, appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but was actually eavesdropping through the wall the entire time.

"Let me live, let me live!" Ye Lian cried out repeatedly. What she had sought all her life was simply for someone to love her tenderly. The person she loved most had always been by her side, yet she had not known how to cherish him.

At that exact moment, the two muscular men behind Lin Yan lunged forward, each delivering a punch straight into the man's stomach.

The night gradually grew quiet. In his room, Yuhuang had entered a state of meditative concentration. He harbored no concern about anyone sneaking in; although his barrier array was quite simple, he would be the first to notice if anyone crossed it.

He half-carried and supported me upright, casting a puzzled look at my older brother and mother. Clinging to him as though he were my final straw of hope, I leaned against his chest in utter helplessness, my heart aching with an indescribable agony.

"Life holds many hardships, but you will always be Jiang Yimiao, and you will certainly pull through. In my eyes, you have never changed," Shenmo Miao said deeply.

Water droplets were still sliding down her hair, and gleaming beads of moisture hung across his solid, muscular chest. Gu Xixi swallowed hard; the view was simply too gorgeous for her to avert her gaze.

"Are we going to practice cultivation right here?" Chu Jiyun asked with a hint of excitement as she looked at the beautiful scenery surrounding them.