Chapter Thirty-Two: Pure Satisfaction

Xiao Yunmo’s heart suddenly tightened. “Never,” he denied vehemently, striving to steady his mind, his gaze toward Qin Shao unwavering and calm.

Unable to hold back any longer, she wept hysterically like a wilful child confronting an adult. She wasn’t sure whether she was venting two months’ worth of longing and grievances or the perilous events since yesterday.

Mr. Qin shook his head. “I’m only speculating.” There was no trace of spiritual energy on the poppy’s stem; it likely wasn’t that. Yet, beyond spiritual power, what else could cause a withered flower to bloom instantly?

The Duchess of the State eagerly anticipated Ye Qingcheng’s expression upon waking tomorrow and realizing she had fallen asleep.

It could be said that if he wished to leave Dalimon now, no one could stop him; the only reason he hadn’t left was curiosity about the treasures hidden within Dalimon.

Feng Wu turned back to see him changed into another outfit—still understated yet lavish in red and black. He leaned lazily against the doorframe, a cold smile curving his perfect lips, his gray eyes fixed on her with a softness nearly ensnaring Feng Wu.

Xu Rongyan called after ten o’clock, inviting Ye Hansheng out for drinks. Ye Hansheng initially declined, but since I have always supported him, perhaps a little alcohol would ease his heart.

The place seemed to be inside a hospital, not very large, surrounded by beautiful flowers and plants like a garden. Though it was autumn, the flowers remained stunningly beautiful.

Du Ruo’s eyelids twitched, as if wanting to speak, but her throat was too sore, so she gave up trying.

Gong Shaoxie and Xu Yifeng returned to the villa ahead of time, dragging the man out of the car and tossing him onto the living room floor as if he were trash.

Previously, those warriors who had sought to compete with Luo Tian for the beast pill now instinctively stepped back. The murderous aura Luo Tian emitted caused them to tremble with fear, not daring to approach casually.

From her smile, “Director Gao” sensed it was not bad news and decided to take a chance. The truth he was unwilling to admit was that, stripped of solemnity, he no longer had the courage to carry out death.

Zhou Chengchen rubbed his eyes hard, then removed and reinserted his phone’s SIM card, rebooting to ensure neither his mind nor his phone was malfunctioning.

Since learning of Qin Feng’s feelings for his sister, Gu Chenfeng had sincerely hoped Qin Feng would win her over. If his sister could marry Qin Feng, it would be a good match. But now, with his sister pregnant, it was unfair to Qin Feng.

“Hmm, before that, I’m curious about what the Combat Arena actually contests. Fighting? Wouldn’t that be dangerous?” Lu Wang hesitated before agreeing.

The world’s changes would inevitably impact the Divine King, yet Long Wu did not know what these changes meant for him.

“No. I didn’t know he was married. If I had, I wouldn’t have been with him,” he said immediately.

She picked up the bowl and spoon, ready to sip some soup to calm her nerves, but one mouthful made her spit it out. Damn, who made such salty soup?

A crimson figure pushed forward with a palm, distorting space itself in layers, revealing the immense power contained within.

Since she was not very familiar with Gu Chenxue, Lu Jiaxin had not yet entrusted her with her burdens.

“Bai Zihua? Why Bai Zihua?” Liu Xia’s eyes widened in disbelief. The poisoning had gone smoothly without incident, but unexpectedly, the victim was mistaken. News from the Yue Lai Inn was that Bai Zihua had been poisoned by Bu Yuanding and was near death.

A crisp “clack” sounded as Emperor Zhao Yuan struck the cup lid against the edge of the porcelain cup. The sudden noise startled everyone.

The sea was shrouded in mist, the swamp rife with miasma; survival there was extremely harsh.

Under the terrifying howl of the wild wind, the five-colored star light finally touched the horizon, instantly stirring a fierce sandstorm that obscured all.

Their loud voices drew the attention of many classmates, whose looks toward them turned unfriendly.

She sighed softly. There were many things she wanted to ask him, but it was late and he was badly injured. He needed rest; otherwise, she would have pressed him for answers.

“All right, teacher, you should head home for today!” Zhu Zitong’s face darkened, speaking coldly to him.

Liu Li wanted to tell him to shake gently but instead let out a painful groan, startling herself.

“Yes, Sixth Aunt, I’ve heard you are as beautiful as a flower, unrivaled in our county! That’s why I forced Niu Heimao at gunpoint to ask for your hand. Xiangling, I’m marrying you—do you like that?” Zhang Yi said hotly.

The path to Feiyun Pavilion was treacherous. The mountain road only reached the Fountain Square halfway up. From there, the trail to Feiyun Pavilion consisted entirely of narrow stone steps, winding and difficult to traverse.

Dou Xianniang had regained her senses and, no longer reckless, turned away in shame, running back toward the mountain stronghold.

“Forward, forward, forward!” The soldiers, inspired by Liu Lang’s speech, raised their arms and shouted in unison.

Ahead stood a short-haired man in a blue robe, his cultivation and aura far surpassing the one behind him, possessing a fifth level Qi Sea strength.

On the dark boundary bridge, two ghostly blue flames flickered. Suddenly, a fierce, bloodthirsty voice echoed menacingly in their ears.

However, this was a new recruit assessment. From soldiers to company commanders, all were included—except for him, the colonel regiment commander. If he participated, it would be better for the entire independent regiment to mobilize and crush the bandits with overwhelming force.

“I’m sorry, I was too emotional just now.” After speaking, President Hai immediately calmed himself and apologized for calling the liaison officer cannon fodder.

At such high speeds, Ye Haoxuan had to focus intensely to see the two figures.

“I already apologized for what happened earlier; can’t you give me some face? I’m begging you,” Susan softened her tone, unusually gentle tonight.

He Xianfei tore off the hateful hand, glaring furiously at the enraged face, but Guan Yunqiao’s words struck a painful chord in his heart.

Upon hearing this, everyone began to speculate—who was the lucky one to receive the favor of this great Buddha?