Volume 1, Chapter 53: Having Breakfast with the Uncle

Lu Xiaoman's cheeks were as red as ripe cherries, and even the tips of her ears burned with a hot flush.

Overwhelmed by a mix of anger and shyness, she shoved away the arm Shang Linzuan had wrapped around her waist and scrambled clumsily toward the edge of the bed.

There was no answer from behind. He knew Lan Shuangning must still be in that same state, probably still crying.

After listening to Luffy's explanation, Luo Xinyao and Lu Yuanfeng finally understood. Had Luffy not spoken up, the two of them might never have guessed that this Yan family possessed anything out of the ordinary. Connected to the Li family? Who could have possibly imagined it? No one. Because no one could have foreseen it, they had been able to act with such unbridled arrogance.

Prince Jian asked Fei'er what had happened when he saw her tear-streaked face, and she proceeded to recount the recent events with exaggerated and embellished details.

Recalling back on the Trial Mountain, when she had chosen to resolutely flee out of fear that her failure would lead to her execution by the master of the Hunters' Organization upon her return, she remembered the terrifying old man she had encountered.

Their tongues intertwined, and he pulled her deep into his embrace, greedily drinking in the intoxicating gentleness that he could never bear to relinquish.

Those who conquered the tower automatically advanced to the top one thousand of the grand tournament. As the victors of the event, they also earned the chance to enter the secret realm, which naturally left them and everyone else immensely thrilled.

Everyone burst into loud laughter once more. When Jia Qianqian looked up, she was startled to see that the person who had been bumped into was none other than Shangguan Lei.

Even if the silence could utterly devour her, even if that feeling of absolute isolation could submerge her in a wave of dark melancholy, even if she might henceforth be trapped in the endless repetition of the very same nightmare, she remained utterly powerless. This was a dream—her dream.

Yang Fei'er thought to herself: What would happen to me if Brother Chu could never return to my side one day? Ah... Brother Chu... Do you know that Fei'er is missing you?

To call it sneaky would be an overstatement; rather, it was simply suspicious. The person kept lingering outside the apothecary, seemingly wanting to go inside, yet every time someone else approached, they would halt and pretend to be a mere passerby.

There were easily dozens of bottles, and the rich aroma of alcohol filled the conference room, making it feel as though one had walked right into a winery.

Some matters cannot be measured by a price tag. To negotiate a price is to debase oneself, resulting in the loss of all advantages while needlessly offending the other party—only a fool would do such a thing.

He had no idea what had possessed him last time to have Xuanyi tie up those long locks, only to completely forget about the matter himself afterward.

Among the three Celestial powerforces, the figure standing centrally at the fore was none other than the Sixth Elder, the venerable elder presiding over this session of the Assembly of Kings.

"If it weren't for helping me vent my anger..." Dongfang Chen still felt a dull ache in his heart, making it impossible for him to continue.

Even if she were to marry another man in the future, he would never permit her to share with that man the kind of intimate acts that belonged exclusively to the two of them.

After a continuous journey, they finally reached the Northern Frontier. However, they were still a long way from the encampment where the current Prince Zhan resided.

When the First Elder of the Phoenix Clan walked in, an awkward expression still lingered on his face, but the moment he caught sight of Feng Zhiwei, a ingratiating smile immediately replaced it.

"Does it even matter? If I were to tell you there is something between us, would you refuse to bring me into the estate? Or if I said there is nothing between us, could the thorn in your heart simply vanish?" Mu Jiuge's expression remained completely calm.

Sister Meng walked over to inspect the charred corpses on the ground, causing Chen Ziyue a wave of nausea. Sister Meng cleared her throat, but finding no suitable topic to alleviate the oppressive atmosphere, she simply motioned for Dati to pull her away.

"Junior Brother, I truly never expected to encounter you here!" Looking at Wuming, Qi Feifan could not help but marvel at Wuming's incredible fortune—it was practically a stroke of sheer luck that the Clarity Heart Tree had chosen to acknowledge him as its master at a time like this.