Chapter 48: Out of Body

Lin Xiaoxiao was so enraged that her eyes turned red. She never expected Qin Wanyi to say something like that.

Stamping her foot in anger, she pointed a trembling finger at Qin Wanyi, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

"What's the matter? Did I step on your tail? You've even lost the ability to speak?" Seeing her face flushed with fury and looking utterly ridiculous, Qin Wanyi couldn't help but tease her.

Lin Xiaoxiao was so mad that tears began to...

Li Mu said calmly, while casting a glance at Nangong Tingbai with a mix of bewilderment and curiosity.

Xie Zhizhen was silent for two seconds before shaking his head in response. He straightened his back, trying to make himself look less sickly.

Charles was about to ask what the core life was, but before he could speak, a crack suddenly opened on Mebius's flawless, jade-white forehead, and a fragmented black crystal flew out from the split.

She knew her son's archery skills very well, yet Charles's wild and untamed style of attack brought a fresh gleam of appreciation to her eyes.

Su Su curled her lips in a cold sneer, ignoring Qiu Ming. She suddenly noticed that Zhan Li, who had been by her side all along, had disappeared at some point without even saying goodbye.

Zhao Huohui immediately scrambled to her feet to find her bag, frantically rummaging for her phone. Just as she pulled it out, the ringing stopped.

Su Huan'er felt no jealousy. Qian Yueji was wealthy, owning several of the capital's trendiest jewelry and fashion boutiques. Even without Su Huan'er asking, Qian Yueji sent the finest items her way every month.

At the very least, Consort Li had always been fiercely confident that before Noble Lady Shu appeared, she was the one and only existence in the Emperor's heart.

Generally speaking, banners and towering pagodas needed to be guarded by a specific player, commonly known as "banner-carrying" and "pagoda-supporting." The death of the banner-bearer or the pagoda-supporter signified the capture of the pagoda and the banner.

For Wan Xingyuan, who was at the Great Saint realm, to kill Lin Hai, who had only recently stepped into the Saint realm, seemed to many to be without any suspense. Even Lin Hai himself felt a despairing pressure closing in the moment Wan Xingyuan launched his attack.

Feixiao repeated the name "Lady Feixiao" with a sense of novelty, and then smiled at Qiubai.

Entering the carriage, Nan Zhi knelt down like a boneless snake, her body tilting sideways so that her full, soft breasts nearly made Liangchen dizzy with vertigo once more.

Looking at them again, their formation was chaotic, and with clothes half-off, they looked nothing more than a gang of hooligans and rogues.

"My lords, please take your time to ponder. Allow me to play a tune for you first." Seeing the silence fall over the courtyard, Miss Yuetui gracefully accepted the long zither from her attendant, her peripheral vision casting a discreet glance toward a private room on the second floor.

She furrowed her brow again—no, although that person from the Lotus Palace had slandered Shen Yun today merely for self-preservation, she still lacked the guts to betray him.

Saints are naturally suspicious and harbored deep vigilance especially toward himself and his mother. If today's medicinal broth had entered his mouth via either of their hands, it would surely have provoked his intense fury.

He already felt himself breaking out in a cold sweat. Caught up in the escalating atmosphere of the auction just now, he had gotten carried away and forgotten his place, actually daring to meddle in the dispute between Gao Fan and the Second Young Master.

In Qi Xing's view, the new mistress was simply trying to use delicious food to bewitch them. He had to keep a clear head so as not to be beguiled by her.

He was willing to unreservedly hand over his decades of medical experience and methods, displaying them openly for everyone to see in broad daylight.

No matter which it was, it was enough for Lin Xianglan to be certain that Jiang Shulan liked her more and loathed Gu Qingcheng even more.

Shu Furong glared at the man in front of her with displeasure. Suddenly, a wave of warmth enveloped her lips, forcefully pumping a surge of heat into her chest cavity.

The next second, it leaped directly onto Shu Mu's head, one claw gripping his face while the other began scratching furiously.

"What is going on? What on earth is happening?" Zhou Ji began to panic. As he looked down and realized his feet couldn't touch the ground, a persistent sense of unreality washed over him. Clearly, the floor was right there in front of his eyes, yet no matter what he did, he just couldn't step on it.