58. Jinjiang Literature City

Qiao Xi had no desire to waste any more words with him. After sprinkling some powder on the servant, she dropped those words and walked away.

"Get me a table." Meng Weipo tossed out a card, motioning for the head waiter to lead the way, and strode toward the private box.

Facing Meng Weipo, he only lost in terms of financial resources, but he was certain that Chu Qiu was not the kind of person to bow to the wealthy.

To avoid suspicion, Bai Shiyu and Chu Qi parted ways halfway. Chu Qi went to find his fifth brother, Prince Chongyang, while Bai Shiyu headed to the Yong'an Palace.

Mr. Li raised a hand, pulling his provocative and charming wife into his arms and setting her on his lap. "Mrs. Li throwing herself into my arms—is this an invitation?" Mr. Li's thin lips parted slightly as he leaned toward Tang Xin's lips and gently bit them.

As soon as she returned, she buried herself under the quilt and wept bitterly. Truly bitterly—crying to the point where Tang Xin felt a splitting headache yet could not escape. She was utterly helpless.

His thoughts drifted far away, sinking into endless memories until Dr. Chen's call brought him back to reality.

Ying Chengyu suddenly felt that the takeout he had brought—dishes from the restaurant Chu Qiu had always loved in the past—had grown bleak. He tightened his grip on the takeout bag, calmed the stinging pain in his heart, and calmly walked into the hospital ward.

She possessed the capability for this, and since she was one of their own, leaving the management to her elder sister was entirely reassuring.

Song Chang'an's gaze flickered as he manipulated his own silver light to condense into a seed, planting it deep within the mind of Ye Shitian.

Bai Lei raised his huge claw and fiercely struck the pillar, causing the wooden post to collapse helplessly. Pang Tong caught the body of the pillar with both hands, while Xue Yue sliced through the rope with a single sword stroke, catching the head with a black cloth.

Amidst the torrential rain, his voice was low and deep, like the sound of a zither drifting across a river of sorrow. It echoed faintly, tapping against her heart chord by chord, and a strange sensation—one she refused to admit—began to rise slowly.

Chu Zixiao's closed eyes trembled slightly, as if he were enduring some deep emotion, or perhaps yearning to vent something.

"Exactly! That's precisely my intention!" Wukong replied bitterly. Recalling the past massacre at the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, and now the slaughter of every single member of the pilgrimage team, fury surged from the depths of his heart.

Yang Tieshu's face turned a livid shade of purple. Strictly speaking, he was the most qualified person to veto such an arrangement, but his status as a man under judgment had already allowed all the craftsmen of the Gu family to see through their dark scheming. If the two sides were to truly quarrel, it would bring disgrace upon the entire Qin Family Fortress.

"Sun Wukong, though you have broken through the regional passage, do not even dream of escaping this primordial illusion!" The Buddha's lips did not move, but his solemn and slow voice permeated the entire expanse of the sky.

"I never expected such a thing to happen. Visually, it looks no different, but why is the flavor so drastically lacking?" While eating, Zhang Jian remarked with a deep sense of emotion.

Fearing that Liu Yu would grow suspicious, Lu Bu ordered Zang Ba to set up camp outside the south gate of the city. Pang Tong and Lu Bu led Zang Ba to the prefectural office to see Liu Yu, and the three of them discussed matters in a secret room. Pang Tong revealed the truth about the deception regarding the troops, which finally set Liu Yu's mind at ease.

Hearing him finish the rest of his words, everyone could not help but let out a silent sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was planning to give them some medical treatment; otherwise, training like this would surely kill them.

Although Liu Kun had been slain by a single sword back then, thanks to the details he revealed before his death, Luo Han at least learned of the existence of the pestilence gu. Yet, helpless against the extreme secrecy of this poison, he wished to save Li Yan but was tormented by his own inability to do so. In the end, he had no choice but to sacrifice An Youran, resorting to a life-for-life method just to muddle through.

Little did she know that by chanting these lines, she not only stirred Yuan Rong's feelings of lovesickness and deepened her affection for Yue Tong, and not only left the Second Young Master Yue feeling that life was hardly worth living under such an unbearable onslaught, but she had also successfully dug a pit and buried An Youran herself.

Lin Feng seemed to recall that at the summit of this Wuwang Mountain, there was a spring, exceptionally vast. Compared to the Dark Gold Nether-Armored Turtle, it must be right there. Lin Feng scratched his head and smiled, saying, "Senior Brother, why don't you accompany me on a trip?" Lin Feng simply wanted to catch a glimpse of what the Dark Gold Nether-Armored Turtle looked like.

Shu Mo threw her bedsheets and duvet cover directly into the washing machine, turned on the switch, and was pouring in the laundry detergent when her phone rang.

Shadow Vanguard knew that staying here any longer would show a complete lack of tact, so he hurriedly said, "Master, I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." Lin Feng nodded without speaking, turning his gaze instead toward Ling'er and Cong Han.

Angel loved her the most and had originally intended to pay for the apartment in full, but Guan Tianlang insisted on paying half no matter what. Unable to persuade him otherwise, they ended up splitting it fifty-fifty.

She instantly understood that if she were to kill Xue Zhiqing, although the Nangong clan could do nothing to her, they could easily retaliate against Ling'er and her master.

He himself did not mind, but Ye Xiaowu was not someone to be trifled with. To be able to build such a foundation at such a young age meant she was extraordinary by nature.

At that moment, Xiao Ran was provoked to the point of emotional turmoil, feeling simultaneously furious, utterly helpless, and acutely uncomfortable in his lower body.

Sometimes he would wonder if he was treating her the same way he used to care for Xiaoluo, but whenever such doubts arose, her heart would ache uncomfortably.

Having obtained tacit permission, Yu Guihan released her soul power, crudely and directly sweeping across a radius of a hundred miles to perceive the living creatures around her.

Only Wang Kexoke her heart set on a certain someone, began practicing cultivation with her life on the line. Of course, she would also chat with Mo Chen from time to time, asking him why he worked so hard. Mo Chen would reply that it was to grow stronger, while Wang Kexoid she was doing it to avenge Brother Tu.

Countless gazes seemed to project from the castle as well, staring down at them with a sharpness akin to flashing swords.

Looking out from the scene, uneven buildings were crammed tightly together. Despite the low height of the structures, not a single sliver of moonlight could penetrate them. It was as though he lived in a forgotten corner, helplessly waiting for something.

This was the so-called "magic artifact," manufactured through special means. Its function was to extend and amplify the intensity of one's own life magnetic field to a certain extent, and even cause a certain alienation effect within that life magnetic field.

"Hahaha~" He threw his head back and laughed uncontrollably, eliciting a hoarse and raspy squeal from Ates.

With a violent tremor, an aftershock rippled outward. The surrounding environment instantly became utterly desolate—gone were the trees, flowers, moonlight, fine wine, and the pavilion; there was only pitch-black darkness accompanied by a few people and a six-tailed vixen.

It was far too enclosed; the spiritual energy from the outside could not enter, while the spiritual energy inside was constantly being consumed, resulting in the current state of depletion.