Chapter 87: Suspecting Wen Ni and Zhou Jingyi

The pain did not sober Zhou Jingyi; on the contrary, it made him even more unrestrained. A feverish wave surged through Wen Ni’s body, and she was about to lose control of herself. Her lower abdomen convulsed violently with a sensation both familiar and strange. Wen Ni’s fingernails dug deeply into Zhou Jingyi’s neck, and at her fingertips she seemed to feel the fine, sticky threads of blood.

Can Can, still in the room, had not expected Qiao Muchen to actually leave so obediently. For a moment, she was stunned. Only when she snapped out of it and tried to rise and dress did she belatedly realize that her suitcase had vanished without a trace.

The Nine Heavens are the central realm, also called the Nine Firmaments or the Supreme Heavens, the highest layer of the sky—an ultimate limit that can never be surpassed.

It was then that Mu Zhi began to look forward to every Spring Festival, for that was when the man in gray-blue would appear, stepping out from her heart to stand before her.

Liu Ahai’s tears fell, but Liu Qing’s mother was resolute. In the ten years since Liu Qing left, he had deceived her, saying Liu Qing was dead or involved in illicit affairs, and had treated her with constant beatings and abuse. She had married him only for Liu Qing’s sake.

Ginseng is graded by the number of leaves: three and four-leaf grades are most common, five-leaf is rare, and six-leaf, the sixth grade, is known as the King of Ginseng.

Li Tianqi was burly by nature, so even though he sat behind the Laughing Asura, he could see clearly. Yet, despite this clarity, he did not understand the purpose of the Laughing Asura’s spell.

Leaving the courtyard, Ye Lu’an let out a quiet sigh of relief. As dinnertime approached and Master Lu had not invited him to stay, he realized there must be some grudge in his heart; thus, Ye Lu’an returned home in sorrow.

The Ox-Head led the Yellow Emperor to a large stone, on which three bold red characters were engraved: Stone of Three Lives.

Meng Fan’s first thought was of those Tibetans; his expression darkened instantly. With a cold “Courting death,” he told Bai Nannan to watch Du Han while he went to wipe out the Tibetans’ lair. Though they were many, Meng Fan was not afraid of them.

The manual detailed how the Southerners often used tigers, lions, wolves, and elephants as soldiers, with illustrations of troop formations, traps, bamboo spikes, and rolling stones.

Li Tianyou was about to speak when he felt a powerful force surge into his body, rendering him almost transparent before it.

Lord Ghost Ten leapt from his one-eyed lion mount, narrowly dodging an attack, but his steed was not so fortunate.

Nearly all the puppet troops in the Ludong region had been withdrawn, and the Japanese even brought in another unit from Henan, constructing a tight blockade along the Han-Chang highway. Under Japanese supervision, the puppet troops launched a sweep from south to north, bearing the main responsibility for the blockade.

In the central region of the Forest of Spirits’ Forbidden Zone, strange phenomena grew ever more dazzling. The roars of fierce beasts echoed from within, striking terror into the heart.

The empty-nest bird glanced at the crowd, fluttered down beside the Heartless Tree, and swallowed the last remaining Fruit of Forgetting Worries.

No wonder those nightmares were so terrifying, Carrette suddenly understood. It was Demos who had entered her dreams in her sleep, manipulating the events she dreamed.

Scattering Xie Tianling’s ashes to the wind, Tang Xiao did not linger. After choosing a direction, he quickly departed.

For lunch, Carrette did not dine in the banquet hall, but had Adai instruct the servants to bring food to her chambers for a simple meal.

Saving a life is as urgent as fighting a fire. The old gentleman uttered no complaint, his expression instead anxious. Seeing Fu Can’s condition, his brows knitted tightly.

Supervisor Zisu instantly lost track of Lin Meiwan’s train of thought and wondered, “What is going on here? I’ve already acted coy and begged for a hug, yet… yet, he can still look at me with disdain. Yes, I saw the contempt and doubt in the lord’s eyes. Is he doubting my abilities? How could I ever ascend to the throne of the Demon Lord?” Supervisor Zisu was weeping inwardly.