Chapter 39: Happily Ever After, in Fantasy

Shen Xinian was still steeped in the atmosphere of a man of letters. “We could not share the same bed in life, yet we shall share the same grave in death... We could not share the same bed in life, yet we shall share the same grave in death. How beautifully said—truly, how beautifully said. If we cannot be together while alive, then we must be together after death. What a magnificent, heartrending love! Little Yuer, I told you that you were different. I feel as though we have known each other forever...”

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But to Li Feng, no matter what method one used, the final outcome was always the same.

At the same time, the clothes beneath him were too long and cumbersome. He stepped on them, lost his balance, and went sprawling onto the floor with a smack.

She would never forget the abbess and the two nuns at the convent, nor those who had tried to assassinate her or those who had saved her. She would repay kindness with gratitude and vengeance with vengeance.

Even Ye Tianao’s brow lifted slightly. So that meant more than 1.8 million—around two million.

Mochou was dragged before Xiu Luoran by the guards. The old servant woman who had been beating her still wanted to continue, but the guards’ icy, menacing looks frightened her into stopping.

The publicity team leader in particular was very familiar with the director’s words, and already knew how the trailer should be edited next.

Seeing Heng Yue abruptly fall silent just as she had finally found the courage to reveal her feelings, Chu Jinan’s temper flared in an instant.

Xiu Lingce sneered. “Father, the place where my sisters were attacked is less than ten miles from the southern gate of the capital. Where would bandits come from?”

The forger of Chenbi was a demon. That demon had forged many fine swords, then made the swords slaughter one another, selling only those that survived.

Ever since leaving the place where ice and fire met, Yu Ruquan’s body had grown increasingly transparent, as though she might vanish at any moment.

After finishing her daily chores, Li Qingxin brought over a stool and sat near Chen Qingdi. The two kept a certain distance between them, making no deliberate attempt to draw closer.

When he heard the words of the Sovereign of Death, Solo showed not the slightest surprise. In fact, he would have been more surprised had the Sovereign of Death not asked. Without saying a word, Solo took the black dagger from Wutian’s hand and tossed it to the Sovereign of Death.

The Iron Fan King moved his five fingers, and in a sudden shift of position, sped toward the city gate.

At that moment, the Willow-Sweeping Immortal felt as though his eyes were about to split apart. A terrible premonition surged through his heart, and he could not help but slam out with one furious palm.

Tian Xiao spoke on and on. The more Ye Fei listened, the more excited he became, as though Columbus had discovered a new continent. An extraordinary light glittered in his eyes.

These two things, which should have been of vital importance to Shen Qiang, suddenly no longer seemed so important.

In less than ten seconds, a whole swath of the thugs under Li Qiang had fallen, their cries of agony rising without pause. Some had broken arms, others crippled legs; not one had escaped unscathed.

In two or three quick steps, Long Ye flashed before Qing’er. As the spirit beast charged toward them on a foul, bloody wind, he raised his hand slightly, then extended one finger and gently touched it to the beast’s enormous head.

“It is these specially potent medicinal herbs that have taken effect. They can cleanse the body and refine the marrow, clearing and strengthening the meridians. The baleful energy accumulated in your body is far too heavy now. If it is not channeled in advance, the consequences will be severe,” explained the Fourth Elder of the Thieves’ Sect.

They were already some distance from Dragon-Burial Mountain, yet the danger was so great. Inside Dragon-Burial Mountain, things must have descended into utter chaos by now. How could I and Hong Mingyue not draw a sharp breath when we realized that we had chosen not to enter the mountain at night?

“Mother is calling.”

He sat beside her. Seeing that little wine remained in her cup, he poured her some more.

Because she was nursing, she was somewhat plumper than before. Her body was soft and yielding, wonderfully pleasant to the touch—especially her breasts, which had grown so large that he found them somewhat difficult to handle.

Although Nian Chuxia was already twenty-eight, her beautiful face and alluring figure gave her a mature beauty.