Chapter 169: All the Ones I Picked for Him Have Compatible Values

The conversation with Zhou Jingyi remained vividly etched in Wen Ni’s mind.

Wen Ni tossed and turned.

She could not fall asleep.

She glanced at her phone.

It was already deep into the night.

Wen Ni lay rigidly sprawled across the bed.

Even the teddy bear that usually kept her company at night had been kicked onto the floor by the hem of her clothes.

It was supposed to keep her company while she slept. Since she was not sleeping, there was no need for its company anymore.

Wen Ni pressed her lips together.

She took out her phone.

She opened WeChat.

Her gaze fell on Zhou Jingyi’s chat window.

Their conversation was still stuck on the subject of Zhou Jingyi asking for a divorce.

Wen Ni could not help gently stroking Zhou Jingyi’s profile picture.

Hua Youxiang was so envious that she could hardly bear it. She, too, sent word to Hua Xianzi and Hua Yourong, asking them to come over from Pill Peak Mountain.

Lu Yu solemnly promised that he would never spread the matter around. He was merely trying to understand what had happened as the person who had reported it and the victim involved.

Qinghu Manor was a farmhouse restaurant in Qingshan Town. Its dishes were no worse than those of an ordinary four-star restaurant, and many people who visited Qingshan Town would stop by the manor to sample its river fish and seafood.

“Brother Yi, what’s wrong?” Lin Xueru noticed his gaze and looked at him in confusion.

Although the Demon King was frightening, that did not necessarily mean he was a bad thing. It was much like how a hospital might go bankrupt if no one ever fell ill.

The soul was fragile. Only cultivators of the Immortal Platform Realm, who had forged a true primordial spirit, could break free from the limitations of the physical body and remain in the world indefinitely.

They were curious whether Chen Ping’an’s sudden outburst had been an impulsive act or whether he had been confident all along and made preparations beforehand. The Pacification Office’s response would allow them to roughly infer the true intentions of Chen Ping’an, the newly appointed Deputy Commander.

Seeing this, Lin Xian said nothing. He merely curled the corners of his lips slightly.

They believed him. They really believed him.

A nail-headed hammer hung at his left waist, while a flintlock pistol hung at his right. In his left hand, he carried a shield worth fifty thousand netherworld coins.

During the final dozen or so minutes of the match, inspired by Shen Feng’s example, the Dragon Kingdom team fought with everything they had and finally displayed the level they were capable of. Against the Australian team, which was also fighting with its back to the wall, they managed to hold their own.

He Yu led He Zhiqin over the high threshold. A lingering fragrance drifted toward them, carrying the weight and oppressive grandeur of an old aristocratic household, making every guest feel as though he had suddenly shrunk by several inches.

Comments of every kind flooded the internet. Some paid posters were stirring up public opinion, while others hired by Guan Yang and Nuan Feng were busily winning over public sentiment. Seeing that the moment was right, Guan Yang sent out a message.

“I… don’t want to look at the pictures on your phone. I want you to carry me over there so I can see it!” Han Bing pouted coquettishly.

“Something isn’t right, Senior Sister Yi. It seems we’re lost.” Jian Li spoke to Yi Luo in a grave tone.

The little Jiang Yun had drunk was nothing to her; her face had not even reddened. Zhou Cheng, however, turned red after only one swallow. After half a cup, her face was like a cooked shrimp, glowing as brilliantly as the dawn sky.

The spirit spring could cure every illness, while also enhancing a person’s memory and intelligence. That was why Wang Sanlang, despite having studied until the age of twenty-three, had failed to pass the examination and become a licentiate. Yet not long after the original host married him, he passed the licentiate examination, then the provincial examination, and eventually even became a successful candidate in the palace examination.

“Not exactly. But what’s strange is that he actually refuses to admit that he is the Dream Lord!” Princess Yinchuan replied with a frown.

Jin Yanhong glanced at her, thought for a moment, and finally nodded. In her heart, however, she had already made up her mind: if Zhou Cheng would not investigate, she would do it herself on her behalf.

It was easy to send a soul into an egg to be reborn. Once it was forced inside, the soul would naturally take up residence there. It was even simpler than being reborn as a human.

Throughout the world, among all the countless living beings, she had not crossed over into anyone else’s body but had instead become “An Xueling.” Surely this had been arranged by Heaven long ago. If she were to put it somewhat arrogantly, then she must have had a mission of her own—and one that no one else could accomplish.

At that moment, the entire Huabao Tower had erupted into an uproar. People were whispering among themselves, their eyes fixed on private room 218, which had placed the bid. They kept speculating about who could possibly be bold enough to compete with the Liu family for an item on their home ground in Binhai City.