Chapter 53: Reunion

After dinner, Xiuyao tidied up the dishes and packed them into the food box. She then went into the house, intending to clear up Qi Feng’s as well, but found him sitting quietly in the glow of the lamp, his eyes lowered, his expression grave and unmoving, like a sculpture.

For several days in a row, the fellow driven half-mad by thoughts of money was like a fly in an outhouse, darting in and out. In the later stages, a few newly awakened low-tier ability users barely caught his interest, but the rest weren’t even worth a glance. None made it back after entering, and a few even fainted at the sight of the fire lion’s gaping maw and enormous fangs.

Bai Xue continued to ignore the Emperor, devoting herself to caring for their child. The Emperor, troubled at heart, had never raised her status.

Third Grandfather’s house stood at the northwest edge of the village. When the two arrived, Third Grandfather was busy pressing cotton seeds, Third Grandmother was spinning cotton thread beside him, and the whole family was helping out.

“Master, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” Xue said, bowing her head and slowly retreating.

“Yes, the place for cultivation this morning was quite miraculous.” Even Feihuo the Second knew little about it and could only report as much to Taibai.

“You…” Qin Ruoshui broke down in tears, biting her lip as the tears streamed down her face.

He produced a pack of soft White Tower cigarettes, flicked one from the bottom of the box, and handed it to the old man. The old man took it without ceremony, drawing out the red-brand cigarette, and in his other hand, a lighter appeared.

Jiang Zhengyuan had great potential for future advancement. Chu Tianshu was well aware of his old superior’s intentions and subtly referred to Jiang as “big brother” in his words.

A robe of pale moonlight, paired with a veil of the same hue—at that moment, Qin Jiu felt countless probing, curious, and puzzled eyes fixing upon her.

Such is reality: everyone knows how impressive you are, but the votes always go to the one whose playing style and looks are the most captivating.

Eileen would never believe his words. She had been here for over twenty days, nearly a month, keeping Fei company every day. Aside from training, Fei always seemed lost in thought, how could he possibly be busy?

She had no choice but to restrain her divine power within herself, making room for the steadily growing strength of her magic.

“Aunt, is there no other way? Must we watch as the demon clan is breached by the gods and heads toward extinction?” In Qin Shi’s view, everything in existence follows its own rules and order.

Blue Duke Restaurant was the most famous eatery in Shabi City, nestled in the golden heart of downtown—a property worth a fortune.

As Xiao Wanyue was about to ask, she saw Hu Yarou gesture and draw a dagger. She immediately realized there was a ferocious beast outside.

Just as in Yunqing Palace, every day was spent practicing stances, memorizing martial arts manuals, or reviewing the family rules.

Nan Jin was muttering to herself, while the Seventh Prince had no inkling of her thoughts or that his own intentions were already laid bare before her. His mind was consumed with thoughts of silencing Nan Jin.

Lin Ye, however, was deeply averse to the arranged marriage, feeling as if Qian Li’s parents were using favors to force gratitude. His impression of them was exceedingly poor. Whenever Qian Li mentioned her parents in his presence, he would angrily drive her away.

Yet what truly troubled him was the one who had shattered the glass shards in his hand with silver needles.

Only after the Dragon Balls were first used did the world come to know of them, which led to the involvement of the Red Ribbon Army and, ultimately, the dawn of the interstellar age.

On this day, three years after inexplicably arriving in the Marvel dimension, Tony finally completed the sky carrier for Mo Ming and invited him to take official delivery.

Zhan Anqi gaped in astonishment. Her brother, who had always doted on her, had returned from abroad after so long, yet hadn’t even thought to invite her for a meal?

Although imperial authority was respected, people did not quake with awe or fear simply at the sight of royalty.

Now, trembling with anxiety, he was a far cry from the radiant man he had been moments before.

Mo Ming handed over the Frost Treasure Box to Tony, unafraid of any covetousness. In the days that followed, he remained in seclusion, awaiting the banished Loki’s return.

“Yes, let’s leave it at that. I’ll hang up now.” After chatting with his brother, Jiang Bokai ended the call and turned his gaze back to the computer screen, eager to check the stock market status of Jue’s Group.

She was so close to him, pressed right against his chest. He could even feel her heartbeat, yet it seemed to him that her heart was drifting far away.

How skillful! He’d managed to praise General Sun without seeming to, helping his father win favor in front of the general, and even took the chance to make a name for himself. Brilliant.

Every petal of Senbonzakura was a razor-sharp blade—beautiful but deadly. To be engulfed in a sea of petals was no different from slow, torturous execution.

A misty veil clouded Meng Ying’s eyes. She choked up, having thought her tears had long been sealed away. Yet now it seemed they’d merely hidden, mischievous, for so long that they’d grown tired and wanted to come out for a stroll.

He certainly had to consider Qian Qiyue’s feelings, but her happiness was most important. She had endured so much pain—having come this far, she should see it through to the end. Qian Qiyue was an adult now; he could protect her safety, but not confine her spirit.

Inevitable brushes of skin—the sensation was pleasant. Only then did Lin Qing notice up close how unusually soft and smooth the man’s skin was.

Qin Ziyuan was a bit smug. She didn’t have many things to boast about, but having served in the military and briefly as a police officer was enough to satisfy her vanity.

Where to go? He’d never really thought about it. Since arriving here, he’d subconsciously treated this place as the end of the road. But when Yang Chen asked, he realized he truly had trapped himself.

After days of marching, every time he closed his eyes, he tried to block out death and the smoke of battle. Yet in the darkness, the world was still filled with explosions, bullets whistling, iron and blood, death and smoke.