Volume One Chapter 67: I’m Kissing You, Shen Chaowu

Shen Chaowu: “……”

No.

Liking him really was rather embarrassing.

Unwilling to pay any mind to Zhou Jingdu, Shen Chaowu lowered her gaze to examine her attire.

Beneath the pale blue robe, the outline of her bra could just barely be seen.

Her snow-white breasts were plump and tempting, like creamy tofu, as if a gentle squeeze would shatter them.

Meanwhile, Li Yu was reaping great rewards under the water, while Cen Xiyi, frustrated and frantic, circled madly above the river, eyes fixed on the surface. At the slightest movement, she would raise her hand and send a blade of sword energy slashing down.

She drew in a deep breath and exhaled, as though trying to expel that troubling, seductive shadow along with it.

Before her was an array of fruit and pastries, yet she found herself unable to eat a single bite.

Just moments ago, he had been planning to flee to the cultivation world, to escape the realm of the gods, hoping to break the curse of living only ten years.

As he spoke, he untied his robe, tossed aside his outer garment, and flopped onto the bed with a thud, lying flat and soon drifting into sleep.

Jiang Qiao slowly opened her eyes, and a sweaty, chubby face nearly filled her entire field of vision. Seeing her stir, the plump face let out a heavy sigh of relief. A fat hand was about to wipe the sweat from its forehead, but the beads of sweat tumbled down first.

“Two possibilities: Qin’er’s delusion entered dormancy after her death, and something in Honglian’s heart unknowingly resonated with it, awakening her and triggering what followed. Second possibility: someone deliberately orchestrated this situation…” Jiang Li put on his sunglasses, gazing out the window.

Salt grains fell into her eyes, stinging unbearably, and tears flowed uncontrollably. Eyes closed, Jiang Qiao fumbled for her bag, searching for tissues.

Because so much time had passed, he was unsure of the herb’s properties. Moreover, no prescription ever called for it, so Brother Toyota had never considered this herb before.

On the other hand, Jin Lingao’s expression grew somber upon hearing Nangong Lin Yi’s words. But at least… he could take Yi home.

The next morning, he awoke with a nagging sense that something weighed on his heart. He picked up his phone to call Shen Duo, but it was still switched off. So he got dressed, washed his face, and went back.

In the Middle Ages, the Hundred Schools of Thought flourished, each with unique martial strategies. Among them, the military and legalist schools’ combat doctrines stood out, striking at the essence of battle—advocating relentless forward charges, self-sacrifice, and total immersion in warfare.

He never imagined the source of this murderous intent was not from the Vacuum Path, but from Ao Dao pointing at Kong Xuan.

When the steak hit the pan, it sizzled, releasing a delicious aroma.

After checking the stats, Andy realized why there were only a few dozen of these monsters: they were quasi-heavenly or perhaps heavenly-tier creatures, far stronger than earth-tier monsters. With fifteen attack and eight defense, they were simply out of reach for players right now.

“Anyway, if my dad brought a random child home, my mom would never agree!” Ji Aiju found Song Yue’s reasoning sound and enthusiastically agreed.

She crouched down for a closer look—it was a glowing arrow mark. The surroundings were pitch dark, so the symbol on the ground was especially conspicuous.

“Heh, Aunt Lin, I just love Yu’er’s carefree spirit. If only she were a boy, she’d surely be a pillar of the nation!” Nie Qing remarked with some regret.

Andy had chased his wish for a whole minute; both sides were exhausted, and they stopped running.

But in the next moment, an even greater question surfaced in his mind. The Bright Moon Palace was already the foremost force in the martial world—why didn’t they simply deal with those NPCs directly? Why go to such lengths, involving players?