Volume One, Chapter 88: Sudden Calamity

With rosy lips and pearly teeth, her radiant smile, even if feigned, possessed a unique charm. Bian Xunzhou’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he suddenly stood up, bracing himself against the half-meter-long tea table, his arm lending him strength. With his other hand, he cupped Wen Xuyu’s nape and kissed her.

Cao Cao stood tall and proud, determined to grant Yuan Tan’s every request, only to later slap him hard in the face. Though Cao Cao admired Yuan Tan’s persistence, he would never pass up such a prime opportunity for poetic justice. Moreover, Yuan Tan had already earned his own reputation across the land.

As they spoke, a burning gaze fell upon Murong Fu. Though the momentum of that attack had already been unleashed, the residual force was not something that could simply dissipate at will.

She was no fool; she had to understand the situation before she acted. Of course, the prerequisite for figuring things out was freeing herself from Huo Yingying’s control over her own body.

Unable to endure his restlessness, Hua Tuo had left Xindu over half a month ago, once again wandering the countryside, healing the sick wherever he went.

“Did you hit him?” Lu Jinyu asked, eyeing Huo Shengxuan with a dark expression.

However, Gao Xuan had never actually done anything excessive, nor had he succeeded in any untoward attempts. But now, he had finally managed to seize upon a so-called weakness.

Yet, for ancient cooks, especially those from eighteen hundred years ago, this was utterly astonishing.

Back in Yuanwu City, Mu Yunxi had once saved his life; thus, the Crimson Gold Beast felt deeply grateful to her. In his heart, Mu Yunxi was Jiang Yuan’s true wife.

“Is he only the acting Inspector of Jizhou?” Liu Hong stared intently at He Jin, as though his eyes would burst into flames.

The teachers in Black Bear Village were rather special, coming as volunteer educators, so there wasn’t much farm work for them. Yet Qiqige was never idle, joining in the collective work of the commune—shucking corn, picking potatoes—her hands blistered from the labor. At the very least, she had truly made Black Bear Village her home.

“This… this is the calligraphy of Emperor Huizong, Zhao Ji!” The shopkeeper rushed forward in two strides, hand outstretched to snatch it.

When I turned around, I was suddenly face-to-face, nose to nose, with an old woman’s ghostly face—her pupils pale and splayed outward, her skin wrinkled and deathly pale, hair unkempt, lips curled in displeasure, baring her teeth.

“Shopkeeper Wang, someone has brought you something!” A clerk in a black robe hurried in, clutching an object and handing it to Shopkeeper Wang.

Just as everyone was about to peer deeper inside, enormous bouquets bristling with thorns suddenly appeared all around, blocking every entrance and exit completely.

There was, apparently, a cousin locked away in some unknown laboratory, whose fate was likely grim.

The lone wolf gazed at Yaya; in its triangular eyes shone a rare gentleness. It stretched out its rough tongue and licked Yaya’s fingertip, then turned and vanished into the grass. Its wounded leg still limped, but it was much improved since its first appearance.

Perhaps my disguise was particularly successful now, or perhaps his mind was simply elsewhere; he strode straight into the main hall, seemingly oblivious to anything amiss.

And so, after the line “Drinking wine and playing the jade zither,” Master tilted his head and departed this world.

His purpose in coming to Daxia was Summer Qingcang; if he could slay this newly promoted third-rank Grand Marshal of Daxia, the warriors of East Wilderness would sweep through Daxia’s martial world, quickly seizing control.

“Of course there is. Before they were taken down, our comrades on surveillance noticed that they kept eyeing your house’s windows. There’s a good chance they meant you harm.” As soon as Yin Xin finished speaking, her sharp gaze shot straight toward Xiang Qihang.