Chapter 73

She was wrapped tightly in her quilt, yet still seemed to feel the chill. Her brows were deeply furrowed, her complexion pale—clear signs she had endured hardship. He hadn't intended to pay her any mind, but that impostor who called himself the Ghost Doctor was simply too infuriating. How could he possibly be as foolish as that fake?

Master Shen turned pale at the news, a dark premonition rising in his heart. This plague-bringer was certainly here to cause trouble. It was a pity she had never learned the meaning of genuine affection; what she had mastered were the endless games of pursuit and evasion between the protagonist and his white moonlight. Otherwise, how could she have escaped from that asylum?

At this moment, Xie Xun happened to come out. Seeing the two of them, he was about to greet Liu Miaoqing. His hand rose, but before he could speak, he watched as the two sisters walked in, arm in arm.

As a result, she paid great attention to the matter, even asking Lin Zhiyuan to find her a house in Shannan Village, where she took up long-term residence.

While checking in at the hotel, a man in his late twenties arrived at the front desk to register as well.

Now that Xie Xun had settled in well, Su Juan finally felt the weight in her chest ease. After all, even Xie Xun had found the path that suited her.

Before, everyone had speculated when the Prince of Chu would divorce his wife. A hero as brilliant and undefeated on the battlefield as the Prince, they believed, could never fancy Jin Yue.

Back to the matter at hand: after Lin Yixian entered the mission world, Yang Ying reopened the Infinite Game and claimed the reward for this interworld incursion.

Soon, Fatty and Motu finished moving everything and got into the vehicle. At last, Fatty didn’t have to drive; he couldn’t operate a bus at all. That was Yang Qi’s job. After mentioning it yesterday, Yun Ruoshi somehow managed to produce a bus, astonishing everyone.

Mu Ziqing saw Jiang Bai’s indifferent expression and was at a loss for words. She pouted miserably and lowered her head.

“General Xue! General Dongfang of the East China Navy invites you in! He’s agreed to let you lead your men for a tour!” Wu Jiguang, having received the report, excitedly relayed the message to Xue Yue.

This was the opening stance of the Tang Sect’s Tang Hand. Compared to the Tang Sect’s Dark Chess, Tang Hand was an untainted legacy, handed down in its purest form, not diluted in the slightest.

“You go on—take Second and Third Brother with you. I’ll stay and help Father with these things a while longer,” Jiang Jiuye said, smiling as she ruffled Jiang Xue’s hair.

This was a killing-class elite expert; though only just reaching that level, his inner force had already reached an astonishing three thousand. Even Xin Yidao was hardly better.

“I don’t believe you! You still have the mood to play? Aren’t you always terribly busy, constantly preoccupied?”

“My first request is that Your Majesty write a calligraphy scroll for me,” Jiang Jiuye said to Feng Yuan, her tone poised and unyielding.

Three shield breaks rang out in quick succession, charging straight for the ancient demon. But how could the ancient demon resign himself to fate?

After their discussion, Yang Ye opened the Creation Gourd, signaling Zhu Xiaoyurou, Yang Zhirong, and Yuan Man to join in and relay the plan. Zhu Xiaoyurou, ever loyal to Yang Ye, agreed without hesitation, gracefully removing the Eye of Agamotto from where it hung at her delicate throat.

“But as long as Old Master Zhang Xuanran remains, the Zhang family will always be the foremost household of the capital,” Lin Manqing murmured, seemingly lost in memories of days past.

“Get lost. Are you looking for death?” Zhao Qi, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, tapped Tang Yifan’s forehead and pulled him toward the table for breakfast.

Considering Chai Jing’s current emotional instability, asking her would yield nothing and might trigger an outburst. Wu Zhengyi instructed Bao Xiaoting to keep an eye on the scene while he went to find Fang Xu.

“Very good, I have not misjudged you, Shi Hu. Now, I have a task for you—are you willing?” Shi Yun’s eyes gleamed with sharp decisiveness.

Yi Lianlian walked with her head down, engrossed in how she would explain to Pan Jingcheng that she wouldn’t join them on their trip out of town. So absorbed was she that she noticed none of the commotion around her.

“You’ve all seen it for yourselves—my position here in the Prime Minister’s mansion is hardly enviable. Are you willing to follow me?” Shen Qingyun asked.

Western Europe was the domain of the Clock Tower; ninety percent of Western European magi would choose the Clock Tower. Compared to the outdated Wandering Sea, this place brimmed with new doctrines and discoveries.

Even if she explained, Chen Yi and Dongbao might still not believe her. The boy in the front row was a martial artist many times stronger than Wang Chengliang.

On the high-speed rail, running into Ye Fangsheng meant he too had only just returned yesterday, but it seemed nothing untoward had happened at home. Could it be that Po Ying had made a mistake?

From what Xia Dongning said, Sang Hongyang intended to use his own position to turn the paper and ink business into a commercial enterprise. Sitting in the carriage, Chen Yansheng frowned in puzzlement. By rights, Sang Hongyang was not one to act on his own. No matter how the situation changed, he should have consulted with her and Liu Yi first.

“But what if you can’t find where you were separated? And when you look up, the crowds have all vanished—what will you do then?” Mo Xibei idly poked the egg yolk in his steamed egg, asking pensively.

The weapons piled here were like mountains. Even if Zhou Liang worked day and night for weeks, he’d never be able to move even half of them.

Ling Yan smiled faintly, watching Shuiyue leap unceremoniously onto the bed, her light little body exuding the sweet scent of childhood.

A thunderous crash—golden radiance shattered as a terrifying energy blasted into Miao Xingyun, who grunted and was sent flying.

“Don’t.” The tattooed man, recognizing the long-haired man’s intent, quickly held him back and courteously addressed Jian Dan, “Big brother, let me report your arrival; please wait a moment.” Clearly, Jian Dan had left a deep impression on him the previous day.

“Brother Yan, aren’t you going home? By now, Uncle and Aunt should have returned to Milan, shouldn’t they?” It was already December; she remembered that this time last year, they had begun attending all sorts of banquets.

He Xi accepted the wooden token, examining it front and back. Amazingly, it was a high-level pass for the outer sect of the Feng family—core disciples only, no one else permitted to bar her way.

On the dueling platform, the man in blue who had been knocked down by the man in red rolled on the ground, sprang to his feet in one swift motion, drew a deep breath, and fixed the red-clad figure with a fierce and determined gaze.