Volume 1, Chapter 49: Give It to My Daughter-in-Law

"How could it be her..."
Shen Sisi muttered under her breath, truly not expecting to run into Xu Hongying in the black market.
Had Xu Hongying not been in the middle of a shouting match with someone, Shen Sisi would have suspected she was being followed.
Xu Hongying was wearing a gray woolen cap and a gauze mask over her face, and she was currently being grabbed by a stall owner who refused to let go.

Adams seemed to have also noticed Lei Zhan's intention, and with a sudden burst of strength, he tried to yank his arm back.

After entering the villa, Su Yang kicked off his shoes directly, because doing so allowed him to walk across the floor without making the slightest sound. Even if someone were hiding in the room, they presumably wouldn't be able to detect him.

The Ghost-Hunger Art, much like the Metempsychosis Art, consisted of three distinct techniques: first, the Rakshasa Ghost King Body; second, the Ghost Soul Dharma Image; and third, the Nirvana Ghost Pupil.

In truth, Beiming Kehai was not being overly suspicious; a shadowy figure had indeed flashed past just a moment before. That figure was none other than Lin Yixuan, who had vanished without a trace after her bout with Jiang Zaiyuan.

The official smiled helplessly and said, "You must realize that you are currently on Emirati soil as well. If you turn into a zombie, I'm afraid you'll end up keeping us company. Well, Mr. Johnson, I'm afraid I really must take my leave now. I'll leave the rest in your hands." With that, the official turned and walked away.

"Courting death!" The Shiba Beast, a general-rank illusory beast, had not grown up eating cabbages. A flash of cyan light burst from its eyes, and immediately, its cyan hawk-like pupils radiated a blinding, piercing cyan benevolence.

Compared to the previous duel between Yue Ying and Ouyang Wan, the sheer splendor of this second martial exhibition far surpassed the first. This was not only because True Person Wuyuan's strength was vastly superior to Ouyang Wan's, but also because of the puppets Yue Ying deployed and the skill with which she commanded them in battle.

This day was the most relaxed and spiritually comforting day in three years. She truly wished she could live like this forever—lazy and content, slowly growing old together.

"Tell me what on earth is going on?!" If he hadn't been unable to approach Samael, Zeyu would have already charged forward.

Liu Siya's gesture was far too seductive; Su Yang could no longer suppress the impulses raging within his heart.

"Minhao, you know me very well, but my patience has run out." Yin Feng put down his phone, casually pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, a thin layer of simmering anger lingering in the depths of his eyes.

This scene was quietly and effortlessly taken in by Ji Ancheng. Watching her comical, flustered escape, he couldn't help but smile, the corners of his lips curving upward of their own accord.

Deeply aware of the gravity of the situation and harboring a premonition that her true background might soon become impossible to conceal, Xiao Jingxuan felt a rising tide of anxiety.

With a beautiful woman close by, her body glistening with sweat, I suddenly felt much more spirited. My hands slid between her legs, though there were certain places I refused to touch. Fearing I might truly cross the line, I had to content myself with just the tactile thrill.

Judging by his voice, the man on the other end of the line was frowning. She immediately remembered that Yin Feng's mother had died of physical weakness following a miscarriage.

"I am Que Feiyang. Just now, in Abbot Liaoran's chambers, I happened to hear the young lady's exquisite zither playing. Taken by a sudden longing, I came into the courtyard. If I have disturbed the young lady's refined mood, then Que has been overly presumptuous," Que Feiyang said, inclining his head.

This was indeed not a bad bargaining chip. Given Ye Zisu's remaining vital energy at present, even if he were brought back to the realm of the living with her, he wouldn't live much longer. However, if that vital energy could be returned to him, then it would be fine. Yet, could something like vital energy truly be returned?

Had she accompanied Hu Xian'er to Prince Qi's estate that night, she naturally could still have been treated. But with so much time having passed, perhaps curing her now would prove exceedingly difficult.

The lawyer looked at Yan Haoyu, whose mobility was currently impaired, and could not help but sigh inwardly that time is a ruthless blade, with every stroke hastening the onset of age.

Surely not anymore, right? Though he had never stated it explicitly, he had always been trying to make amends to her; he couldn't possibly remain completely unmoved.