Chapter Seventy-Nine: Boosting Popularity at the Right Moment

A hint of amusement flickered across those deep, abyssal eyes as he naturally took her hand. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed she was barefoot again and frowned tightly, “Why aren’t you wearing shoes again?”

The girl glanced at her small feet, guiltily curling her toes. “I... was in a hurry and forgot.”

This bad habit of not wearing shoes at home was something she’d carried through both lifetimes; in the previous one, it was simply forgetfulness, and in this one, it was because, no matter where she went, someone always wanted to carry her. She sneaked a peek at Mu Tingye from the corner of her eye, and, as expected, saw a barely concealed look of satisfaction on his face. She sighed inwardly.

Although she had tried to correct herself many times, she never truly succeeded...

That man had given his heart completely, and his devotion had long exceeded what anyone could imagine.

“You still have time to chat? No need to hurry—on the road to the underworld after death, you’ll have plenty of time to pour out your feelings.” Jialan covered her lips with a smile, her brows and eyes brimming with pride. In a blink, a sword whistled out from her sleeve.

White Cloud Town owed its existence to White Cloud Mountain, yet the town still carried its own reputation, year after year, like drifting clouds.

Ling Luo sighed again in his heart; ever since his master met Lan Qingqing, nothing had been normal. If this continued, he was bound to be played to death by the two of them.

Moreover, there were still many people around, and Jiang Mengqi’s words had clearly made Alex feel embarrassed.

Shangguan Fei’s eyes narrowed slightly. Shangguan Chen’s threat to rekindle things made him uneasy. Although he could see Le Bing’s attitude, he still worried—what if innocent Bing’er was coaxed away by Shangguan Chen once more?

Xing Tianyu believed that if he integrated this memory, the power of his Shadow of Fear would be multiplied.

Second Madam listened to Yu Weilian’s words, her gaze shifting. She thought about the poisoned garment she had given to Yu Weiyan, which Weilian knew nothing about. Now that trouble had come, it was better not to tell Lian’er.

Wings wreathed in flame struck the air, and the opponent in front dispelled his spirit connection and fled. Qiushan was not surprised, merely snorting coldly. The beautiful, glossy feathers on his body shed a few more autonomously, transforming into firebirds that devoured the enemy as the broken blade pierced through.

Nowadays, mention of horror films nearly always means a bad movie; that was why she advised Lin Shihao not to make such films.

“This is... too cruel for her.” Young Master Zhuang knew very well that Changning’s love for Mu Qingyan was no less than Mu Qingyan’s love for her.

“Your servant...” Life was like a roller coaster. Last year, Gui Jing was an unemployed, poverty-stricken noble, worried about making ends meet. Now, he was the Chief Scepter of Chu. He truly felt as if he were dreaming.

Daoyan turned around, inviting her to sit opposite him at the chessboard. He took up the black stones, while she held the white, and spoke slowly.

“Guarding the city gate is my duty. Unable to distinguish the lord’s face, without royal command, forgive me for not daring to obey.” Most of the drums atop the city wall had stopped. Gui Jing felt the speaker’s words were true, yet still dared not rashly open the gate.

Moreover, he had just tested it himself—a single palm strike had wounded Mo Xi. It wasn’t that his realm matched Mo Xi’s, but rather that mysterious aura had suppressed Mo Xi.

In truth, the Moon Apostle was still too young. Why silence them? From beginning to end, neither Su Xiao nor Caesar had broken any rules. The judgment became muddled; there was nothing they could do—they simply “went with the flow.”

Yet, the power that sealed the whole Earth was terrifying beyond measure. Even masters and martial gods could not withstand it.

The mighty of Nine Nether’s eyes were bloodshot, nearly bursting. He was unwilling—he had planned every detail, set up a deadly trap to catch them all, but never expected that the captured “fish” would possess such a devastating weapon.

Because, at that moment, the Dao Asking Cauldron emitted a hazy light, as if a supreme being was awakening, linking the Five Elements Monument and the Deification Platform in the heavens.

Having shaken off Nan Yan, Nan Song returned to the riverbank for fishing. At last, peace descended—a rare, tranquil time, a great joy in life.

Baili’s hand was numb with pain from the shock, so furious he wanted to curse. But for the sake of his plan, he forced himself to endure.