Chapter 35: Your Self-Esteem Is Not That Important

Íris Insone Tong Fuguê 1236 words 2026-08-04 22:34:27

Ji Jing pushed Qiao Zhilin away. "I’ll have someone take you home."

Qiao Zhilin, however, clung to him, refusing to let go. "A-Jing," she said, her voice laced with tears.

Gu Ze interjected, "A-Jing, just send her home first. We shouldn't let anything happen to a young girl. After all, she is Qing'er’s savior; if Qing'er finds out, I’m afraid she won't..."

Only in this way could they send the youngest Major General in the Huangming Empire—a man of immense military achievement—to prison, ensuring he would never rise again.

At this very moment, the three remaining strongest one-eyed giants had converged. With grim expressions, they appeared ready to launch their final assault on Salvist.

After enduring eighty-one trials and witnessing the chaos of New York, Morui finally arrived at the Cathedral of Eternal Night. Looking at its gates, he couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

After leaving Boston, they drifted to Japan. Zhao Quan and George had parted ways due to the incident with Watatsumi and had not seen each other for several months since.

"Don't ask," Tang San said calmly. "If you ask, you'll be scared to death." Tailong hadn't come today; Tang San had finally managed to persuade him otherwise that morning.

"Trying to run? It's not that easy!" Chen Feng let out a cold snort, his hand sweeping out to snatch the ball of light.

"Have you given it any thought, Boss Zhang?" After taking He Guang back to the Yongchun Troupe’s courtyard, Lin Feizhuo found an excuse to return, as the trouble that was Zhang Xiebai still hadn't been dealt with.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the warm sun cast its glow upon the earth, and the spring breeze brushed against his cheeks as birds sang melodious songs. Without realizing it, he drifted off to sleep, plunging into another strange dream.

"These locations?" Mo Ke looked at the positions of the villas and couldn't help but frown. These spots were already quite far from the Shuangshui River, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was significantly weaker.

Something extraordinary happened. The sword blanks, which had been ordinary iron just a moment ago, were suddenly imbued with spirit. The three short swords emitted a dazzling blue-gold light—the very color Tang Tian had specified in his designs.

Qin Xing smiled and said, "Big Sister, no matter how much you eat now, you won't eat us into poverty! After all, we have the Virtuous Prince backing us, don't we?" Qin Xing winked at Ming Xuan by the back door, his tone tinged with teasing.

Over the past two or three years, as Ye Anhao and Ye Ansu grew older, the imperial court’s push for the selection of an heir grew stronger, but problems followed in its wake.

His younger brother was just as cute as his younger sister. But every year on his birthday, his brother was with Qingqing. His sister wasn't walking yet and needed to be carried, but his brother was different—he was exceptionally soft, could be pushed around, and didn't cry. His sister was a crybaby, so Qingqing didn't dare touch her casually.

If it weren't for the fact that the cat-girl was still in that funeral parlor, Yan Ye wouldn't have bothered giving them that warning.

Therefore, whether Tang Jiajun's mother approved or agreed had little to do with her.

Before she could finish her sentence, Huangfu Yixuan pulled her back into his arms, pressing his lips down to seal her words.

Lin Hanyan did not understand business matters and chose not to ask further, quietly leaning into his embrace and falling silent.

"And then?" Huangfu Ziyi asked, though she knew the answer perfectly well. She was truly being infuriating, yet to Chu Aoyu, her infuriating nature was exceptionally cute, and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her lips.

After Bai Yu withdrew, Jin Fengming could faintly hear the Prince of Liu causing a commotion in the room. She knew he couldn't escape this underground space anyway, so she ignored him and went to Jin Fengyi's room.

"I was nearly beaten to death! My hand was severed, and I was locked in this room, unable to see anyone! And you come here to interrogate me about where Mother is!?" Thinking of how he also despised and loathed her as his elder sister, while Lady Huang was partial to him and plotted solely for his sake, Liang Fengniang was filled with burning jealousy and hatred.