Volume 1, Chapter 25: Is Protecting Myself Her Fault Now?

Was it not Su Yan’er herself who insisted on acting as a human cushion? They were the ones who collided with the table, causing the teacup to fall and scar her face—how could that possibly be her fault?

If Wanxia hadn't grabbed her calf and nearly caused her to lose her footing, she never would have lashed out. Had self-defense really become a transgression now?

Qin Wan felt a profound chill and a touch of regret. Had she known, she should have banished Wanxia from the manor long ago; then, today’s events would never have transpired.

Before Qin Wan could say another word, Wanxia had already ordered the servants to carry Su Yan’er back to her own quarters and summoned the manor physician for treatment.

Such a significant matter could hardly be hidden from the others in the manor. Just as Qin Wan had anticipated, after about half an hour...

"I help you because the future is destined to unfold in this manner. I assist you according to the future I require; you do not need to ponder this question for the time being." As if possessing the powers of telepathy and legilimency, the Ancient One nodded gently at the boy.

The monster was thoroughly enraged this time. It let out a deafening roar, and the entire cavern trembled from the sound.

"I expected you to run. Did you really think we would let you leave so easily this time?" The figures formed hand seals, and a massive net materialized in the air, woven entirely from solidified magical energy. Shang Tian frowned deeply; fearing a direct clash with the net, he was immediately forced back.

The next day, when I woke up, Su Meng was already awake. She was lying on my chest, watching me with wide eyes, her face glowing with clear satisfaction and happiness.

Ye Chen raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop. He crouched not far from the gate, holding his breath and peering through the gaps in the shrubbery toward the front.

Without a doubt, the disappearance of Old Master Zheng was a heavy blow to the entire Zheng family, even for his estranged wife.

The Emperor Demon roared. In that moment, he resembled an ancient dragon, charging toward the Soul Concubine amidst a thunderous bellow.

The group stepped forward to greet them. Before Mo Jintian could address Mo Lei and the others, Mo Lei had already stepped forward with a hearty laugh to greet Ye Chen.

Eva took the pill in public, and Xia Zi’han generously gifted the remaining pills in the bottle to her as well.

Fan Xuan recalled those old days; to him, they were peaceful and beautiful, but to his older brother, they represented a dark and unbearable extreme.

Lying on the ground, Jia Zhang wailed incessantly, her mouth spewing vile curses directed at Wang Yaozu’s family.

Ji Ningwei and Bai Qianxi frowned as they looked at Lu Hansheng and his companions. With eyes cold as frost, they were about to demand they leave—these men were being far too excessive, and if they did not depart, the poetry gathering would surely be ruined.

"Li Zhou!" Xu Hendie, dressed in a red and black evening gown, walked toward him in high heels.

Jing Huaqian came to her senses, turned over, and looked up to find that Wen Chan had sat down by the edge of the couch at some point.

Having been nearby on business, he had rushed over immediately after receiving Max’s distress call, but he hadn't expected to be a step too late.

Wang Yaozu placed the box on the ground and stomped on it fiercely. With a sharp crack, the rotten wooden box was smashed to pieces.

In the living room, seeing that Yong Zhixu had stopped sending messages, Tang Xi Li assumed he had fallen asleep. She turned off her phone, rose, and stepped out into the courtyard.

This was the last place Aige had tracked the dragon to, and the last sighting had been three days ago, clearly captured by an eyewitness.

Before long, Yun Mo saw countless powder-like volcanic ash pouring down from the ceiling of the cave, forming a yellow stream like cascading quicksand.

I felt Gu Xi turn me over onto my back. Opening my eyes slightly, I saw he was holding a deep purple needle. Yet, as his fingers brushed over it, I realized it was actually a silver needle.

The "Fuwan" project, in which the shareholders of the Bozhou Hotel Group had invested great expectations, was nearing its bidding deadline. However, rumors suggested that the bidding was merely a formality; whichever firm secured the extended land lease from the government would win the contract. Thus, Bozhou’s renewal of the lease with the government was a matter of urgent priority.

Whenever the topic of children arose, Jian Yijun appeared exceptionally shy. Sure enough, as she spoke, her face turned red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment to look at her shoetips, though the gentle smile at the corners of her mouth was clearly imbued with a touch of maternal radiance.

The cup was small; after a few sips, only half remained. Seeing him bring over another full cup, I couldn't help but ask, "Is that for me, too?" He raised an eyebrow and looked up. "What? You want more?" I nodded honestly, finished what was in my cup, and looked at the one in his hand with longing.

Although her purse was thinner, Ai Qiaoqiao was very happy; she finally had a home that truly belonged to her.

Jian Yijun opened her phone and immediately saw the photo on his screen. The smile on her lips froze, yet she still dutifully found Bu Ao’s number and dialed it, without even a word of complaint.

Because their initial objective had not been achieved, they sought to resurrect the Main God, hoping to attain that goal once more through him.

The tall, thin man frowned. At that moment, his line of sight was blocked by the leader of the light-footed group, but that white light could not have appeared out of thin air. The only white light a warrior could produce came from silver, folding fans, or their swords.

He pecked at my lips, kissing me. I stared with wide eyes, unable to resist; my stillness could have been interpreted as compliance, or perhaps surprise, or even delight.

"Right! If he replaces the general, I’ll follow you—I won't follow anyone else!" The group chimed in. Often, it only took a few simple words for these soldiers to be moved.

As for the princess herself, she lay on the bed in the side chamber, motionless, like a sleeping beauty.

Yin Yu’er’s complexion shifted like the five-colored sunset clouds, as if she were wrestling with internal conflict.

Lin Yunxi organized her inventory, selling off the miscellaneous items and decomposing equipment below blue quality. Clearing out a massive amount of space, she felt a sudden sense of relief.