Chapter 52: A New Visitor

She wondered when he would finally see her as an adult… Yelin thought, a bit annoyed. But she wasn’t in a hurry; after transferring schools, she still had two years left. That should be enough, shouldn’t it?

But as Lin Xingchen watched the movie, his hands and feet started wandering unconsciously. Somehow, he ended up grabbing her hand, rubbing it back and forth, chuckling to himself as he watched.

“How could they do that? If no one knows what happened on Fake Island and no one was sent to lift the curse?” He Xi was surprised, even a little angry.

When the conversation ended, the drunken man in green robes lay down on the ground, feigning drunken stupor, as if to say, “If you want to leave, you’ll have to step over my corpse.”

Who would have thought these two would change so much! What level had their powers reached now?

If he broke his own heart meridian just for the sake of acting, that price was simply too high.

After the trio’s appeals, Zhao Zilong paused to ponder, counting on his fingers in deep thought. Everyone stared at him with anticipation, hoping he would agree.

Yet as Yang Ziyu’s control gradually weakened, Lin Yao finally became the true power-holder.

A sword sweep sent flying snow ahead, followed by a dragon-slaying strike, and then, upon landing, a devastating triple blow. He Xi shivered; even his own fantasies frightened him.

An Jin only glanced at the rearview mirror before ignoring it. Paparazzi, as usual, were the only ones still playing these stalking games.

Ao Yingxue cursed Sheng Ranran’s stupidity inwardly. But since Sheng Ranran was the head of the Yue family, she forced herself to be patient.

Soon they reached the foot of the mountain again. The Fourth Master accompanied Guoguo for an entire afternoon walk. Seeing her in a much better mood, he made no attempt to stop her.

No one knew why Ye Nuansnow had thought to buy such a necklace for Bai Shuang months ago. Perhaps when she saw it, she realized only Bai Shuang could truly wear it well.

“Heh, better not have too many expectations. It’s exhausting,” the Crown Princess complained, but her face was filled with happiness.

Defeat him? There were some memories—fighting Lu Wu—but why were they so blurry, like drifting smoke? The more Yun Mubai and the others tried to grasp them, the less they could.

After agreeing, the Emperor brought up the selection of new concubines for the new year and the plans to arrange marriages for Hongxi and Hongjing.

Granny Liu spoke as she pulled a white sleeveless dress from the wardrobe and held it up to Gu Qianlian for comparison.

Normally, they appeared as robust as anyone, but their cultivation enhanced their souls, and once they unleashed their powers, their neglected flesh would fade away.

Lin Yu spun around sharply and saw a giant wolf lunging at him, jaws wide and bloody eyes mesmerizing. His mind raced; he quickly tossed a Bewilderment Array and retreated at once, knowing it wouldn’t hold the wolf for long.

“It wasn’t sold—it was taken by force.” Yang Chong shook his head. Seeing Zhou Jianfeng suddenly gain such power when his father, a military major, had so few resources, Yang Chong knew he would have made the same choice.

“Your Highness, the Regent’s methods are truly impressive. I doubt any mercenary guild leader could compare to you,” Myra remarked, abandoning her former arrogance for newfound politeness.

“Uh…” Lin Yu was a bit embarrassed, but after telling Feng Ziling he had his own clever plan, he ignored her.

Er Zhu’s eyes widened at these words, clearly in disbelief. All his pent-up resentment erupted at once—he spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed, eyes wide open in death, as if unwilling to let go.

The wind blade forming in his palm grew sharper and more dazzling, its silvery sheen catching Shen Yiqing’s attention.

Morale is a strange thing. When the strongest leader falls and an elite unit is annihilated in a single strike, no one is foolish enough to think they could survive Yang Chong’s seemingly harmless but deadly blow.

“Hmph!” Yang Chong deliberately laughed coldly. He had been looking for a good target for his invisible sword aura, and you were perfect.

Hearing the music he’d already heard once on Sis Star, Yang Chong smiled faintly and said nothing. He wasn’t yet familiar with how to mimic this power, but he could at least sing the simple lyrics along with his own voice.

She took off her black rabbit-fur earmuffs, rubbed her hands together, and warmly invited customers.

In the end, Ba Waihede, Vivi Rabbit, Ba Lihede, and Ba Zhonghede all lived happily ever after.

If Lin He made it in time, it meant Zhou Bai wasn’t important to her. If she was late, it just meant Jiang Muhua was unlucky—destined for this calamity.

“I started learning to raise you. You grew taller bit by bit. The fruit on the mountain ripened three times, and you were six years old, already long past the days of crying.

Hua Yao, pregnant, was already popular among the islanders and was cared for in every possible way.