123. The Green Kite (Two-in-One)

Pei Xiunian looked at Su Zhiqiu, who sat beside him. This dignified Princess of Qingqiu now sat with her hands folded neatly on her knees, her cheeks flushed, and her eyelids slightly lowered.

She had truly immersed herself in the role, hadn't she?

It was hard to believe that in just a few months, she had transformed from the formidable Eldest Princess of Tushan into this submissive, doting wife. Su Zhiqiu likely attributed it to the influence of the Heart-Devotion Pill, but Pei Xiunian, the culprit behind it all, knew the truth—there was no such thing as a "heart" pill at all.

This world had always been one where the strong prey upon the weak; the weak becoming points for the strong was simply one of the rules of the examination.

"My mind is made up, my lord. I am willing to cut my hair to prove my resolve!" As she spoke, she removed her hair accessories, letting her tresses cascade down.

Song Yu was stunned by his attitude. In the past, no matter what happened—even regarding Lin Jin—he had always remained remarkably emotionally stable.

Perhaps I shouldn't loathe the color pink just because the "Green Tea" Ji likes it. It is a beautiful color, and it is innocent in itself.

He Qinian hurried to plead on behalf of his mother, even giving me a cold shoulder and expecting me to speak well of her in return.

A burning sensation surged through her entire body. To Ling Changge, it felt as though she were engulfed in a sea of flames. The scorching heat swept over her, causing a flush to rise to her cheeks and her ears to turn crimson. Her temperature spiked abruptly, and a reddish hue began to stain her skin.

Ever since the ability fragments had entered her body, her five senses had been constantly evolving. The system upgrade from two days ago had only served to sharpen her perception even further.

At the same time, Shen Huaizhi discovered that this bank card had long since been discarded by Li Beicheng.

It could be said that the fate of the Martial Soul Hall was absorbed by Tang San, the son of destiny, starting from this very tournament.

Xiao He believed that Liu Bang, being a mere pavilion head of Sishui, was destined for greatness. Thus, he cultivated a close relationship with him and served him with absolute devotion.

"It is impossible for me to fall in love with my enemy," Xiuluo Ming stated coldly. Besides, that person had used her heart as an 'ingredient' for medicine years ago; how could something as cumbersome as emotion possibly remain?

How could Wen Qing fail to notice the estrangement in Li Qingmu's tone? She had never heard Li Qingmu address the Jianning Emperor as "Your Majesty," nor had she ever heard her refer to herself as "your humble concubine" in his presence.

After entering the 'gate,' Ghost Butterfly realized that Huang Bingfeng and Jiuye were nowhere to be found. As if she had expected this all along, her expression remained unchanged.

That night, Lan Xianshu slept soundly, not waking until the sun was high in the sky the next day. She squinted through the curtains at the brilliant sunlight outside.

Ye Han had now handed full control of Chenguang over to him. Since he didn't need to return to that "home" very often, what grounds did they have to object?

Caught between brotherly loyalty and his own principles and safety, he was truly at a loss. He sat there, brow furrowed, pondering deeply on what he ought to do.

Yin Wuyue reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind Xiuluo Ming's ear. The movement was exceptionally gentle, and the scent of jasmine became even more intense against the backdrop of the metallic smell of blood.

Upon saying this, he quickly widened his eyes and covered his mouth, scanning his surroundings to ensure no one was eavesdropping before he finally felt at ease.

Five minutes had passed since the fight began. Aside from one spell from the old man that had driven yin energy into the wolf demon's right arm, the group had yet to inflict any real damage. Even that yin energy had been suppressed by the wolf demon, preventing it from spreading further into its body.

They remained locked in a stare-down. Although both sides wanted nothing more than to rush forward and strike the other, there stood a third force between them—an absolute power that kept them in check.

"Will this really work?" Shi Tian asked, his voice laced with doubt. After all, compared to the previous method, this approach was like night and day.