Volume One, Chapter 64: Miscarriage After the Collision?

Yan Qiuning buried herself under the covers, her cheeks flushed as red as a monkey’s bottom. Bringing a man home? Honestly! He was the one who insisted on coming!

Zhou Qingsheng couldn’t help but feel embarrassed; when he had left Shoucheng with his family all those years ago, it was with the hope that he would make his mark on the world and one day return home in glory.

“I told you, no one can threaten me. I only have this one life—if someone wants to take it, let them,” the old man said.

“What are you standing there for? Call him ‘boss’!” Zhou Yang prompted the maids, who were all frozen in place, quickly reminding them what to do.

Just then, another green creature flew in, and the two green beings began to scuffle with each other.

“Other people might not understand you, but how could I not? You’ve just lost your head out of anger. Why would I be mad at you? Gao Xin is also a sister I acknowledge. Of course, I hope she’ll remember the past and stop being with other men,” Zhang Jing said, fuming.

Resigned, he slipped the cigarette back into his pocket. As he drew closer, he could clearly see traces of mining in the area: footprints scattered around, coal dust on the ground—the proof was undeniable. Uncle Gen had not lied. The Li family had indeed been secretly mining coal here, hiding it from the village and the authorities.

Ju Lin’s gaze lingered on Fang Yuyan. Though her words trailed off, her feelings were already obvious.

“There’s a lot of information in the Grand Diviner’s residence, isn’t there? They must know things outsiders can’t even imagine,” Wu Qian continued.

Looking at the dozen or so serious, businesslike middle-aged men before him, Liu Hong couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

Lingyin Village—what kind of place was it? It was a wondrous place where many yearned to stay, yet few were ever granted the chance.

After class, Li Wan shooed Wei Mohen away and sat next to me, cheeks puffed in anger, refusing to speak. She was probably upset that I’d talked to Liu Wei. In situations like this, I’m always at a loss. My mind may be clear, but my heart is not yet so open.

A faint smile blossomed on her lips, delicate as a flower. Yifeng did not scold the two children who had dared to cause mischief in the Cloud Palace. He simply nodded gently, then reached out and softly smoothed the fur on her back.

Old Cai came back and said that the court was conscripting soldiers again. This time, the Qian family’s third branch had no quotas, but both the main and second branches had to provide one man each. Of course, the men wouldn’t go; they’d just pay twenty taels of silver apiece.

Organs and green blood drifted through the seawater, glimmering faintly and attracting a swarm of fish, all fighting for the remains.

“Stop him! Don’t let him break through the formation laid by the inked string!” At some point, Daoist Mao had already set a circle of inked string around Wanyan Bupo. The lines glimmered gold and red, winding tightly around him, trapping him for now and keeping him from running wild.

When I arrived at the school, I went straight to Professor Qi’s house. Because of my dream-walking, Professor Qi had been heartbroken for a long time, and it had been a year or two since he’d last gone to the hospital.

It was only now that Gu Chuanxia saw clearly—besides the Lord of the Black Sky, there were indeed eight other demon companions.

Zhou Chen had surprised him again and again; Gu Lei kept having to reassess his impression of Zhou Chen, but he quickly collected himself and prepared to go back up for a rest before returning again.

Meanwhile, Wang Shijie hadn’t yet returned to Tiancheng when he heard of new turmoil on the frontier. Only then did he realize he had been tricked. He’d thought his movements were well hidden, and that no matter what happened at the Prefect’s office, he’d be able to return smoothly and lead the army, meeting change with unchanging resolve.