Volume 1, Chapter 31: Xie Wanning: Did you have a nightmare?

Feeling Lu’s mother’s growing hostility toward Xie Wanling, he felt somewhat helpless. Yet he did not know how to explain to her that the Xie Wanling of today was no longer the Xie Wanling of the past.

The woman she was now owed the Lu family nothing.

Shui Li was frantic. She absolutely could not let the prince take Yun Xiao back. If he kept Yun Xiao at his side and doted on her, would Shui Li’s heart not be shattered with jealousy?

“No need, is that it? Fine, then I’ll call Auntie directly. Don’t worry, I definitely won’t say too much.” As Ye Ying spoke, he pulled out his phone and pretended to dial.

At that moment, everyone from the Invincible Team suddenly came to a halt, causing Zhai Qihan, who had been preparing to flash forward and strike, to stop abruptly.

Jinse gazed at Xuan Ming. The flicker in his eyes was unmistakable, and she could easily sense his hesitation. Yet she also sensed that it was not because of her. She found it strange, but could say nothing more.

No wonder the Rhodes family could grow so powerful. With such formidable support behind them, it would have been impossible for them not to prosper. The other regular attendees were the Sect Master and senior members of the Pulse Sect, the Sect Master and senior members of the Gu Sect, the Pope and his followers, the three elders of Mount Shu, and members of the Ghost Sect.

Liu Fengtang gave a series of cold laughs, then slowly raised his palm and pointed it at the demonic shadow in midair. In a low voice, he commanded, “Go.”

A deep, quiet call suddenly came from behind them. The three turned around at once and saw that Xuanyuan Rui was already standing in the courtyard. When he saw Yun Xiao looking over, he strode toward them.

Although Jun Yuxiao knew that Shen Xiao cared deeply for Wenren Ya, she had never realized that this man possessed such a cold side. It was a complete departure from the way he had been when he first rescued her, yet this version of him only made her like him more.

“What’s the matter? Make yourselves at home. Stay as long as you like!” Uncle Li said with a hearty laugh.

In the past, the keys to the city gates had been kept by the gate officers. Later, County Magistrate Wang Zecheng, after hearing someone’s suggestion, took back the keys to all four gates and stored them at the county office, returning them to the gate officers the following morning so the gates could be opened.

He Ximing’s brows drew tightly together. Hearing this, he forced a smile at Qi Qian’er and softly reassured her that he would definitely win.

Just then, a voice rang out from the doorway of the private room. Everyone looked up and saw a man in military uniform. He was at least six feet tall, powerfully built, and possessed a sharp, penetrating gaze. Standing there, he resembled a drawn sword ready to strike.

Could it be that the person Ziji had mentioned—the one who would deliver the invitation to the Demon Sword Conference—was Ji Qianrou?

“Hong Luan, why are you making that face?” Song Lianmeng discreetly glared at Zhao Hongluan. Wasn’t her best friend only creating trouble for her by acting this way?

When Li Muchen realized there might be a chance, he pretended to be even sicker, crying as he clutched his stomach and cried out in pain.

Kirabi immediately retreated, because the person who had spoken those three words was none other than his teacher, Teacher Asan.

“A snake worthy of being sent into Prince Ruiming’s residence naturally cannot be ordinary.” Cen Muning was just about to turn around when a snake suddenly sprang up. Its jaws gaped wide, every tooth within them unnaturally sharp.

No one’s thread of love is willing to fade into silence. Love arises without warning and grows ever deeper; it turned out that she had already left an indelible mark within his heart.

As she spoke, she smiled and wiped away my tears, then gently pinched my nose.

Xiang Lichen very much wanted to keep kissing her forever, but in the end, he did not forget that he had to take Yun Anning to watch the raising of the national flag.

“Good. As long as you’re not. Otherwise, you’d definitely be scolded once you went in.” A-Qiao pressed her palms together and made a comical prayer gesture.

The Archmage Bertin nodded. He was just preparing to leave when, at that very moment, he heard a voice coming from behind him.