Volume 1, Chapter 66: The Jade Will Not Be Sold

What ordinary friends would help wash your feet? Especially since Qi Shaoyan's feelings for her had always been so obvious, how could she possibly face him with a calm mind now?

"I said open it, so open it," Princess Liuli commanded. There was not the slightest hint of reluctance in her tone, as if she were simply discussing something ordinary with you.

"Son, you're at this age and still not dating. Tell me, are you seeing something wrong with yourself?" Yao Xin could not help but suspect that her son had some sort of problem in that department.

"Had I not inadvertently stumbled into the young lady's dwelling, she would not have been implicated," Xiao Mo said, feeling deeply ashamed.

Looking at the fair lady whose face was pale and contorted with pain, Xiao Mo felt a tangled mix of worry, annoyance, and self-reproach.

However, having fallen for a scheme once before, he did not rush forward rashly even in such a state of blazing fury, choosing instead to observe carefully.

Inside Returning Cloud Villa, Ye Xiao, Kong Feng, and Qian Jiangxue were eating hot pot. The broth was brewed with mushrooms and pork bones, yielding a rich, savory bone broth flavor. As a soup on its own, it was exceptionally delicious.

As for an ordinary mother, at a time like this, she would normally push open the door, wake her sleeping son, ask him some trivial and unimportant questions, and then leave.

Jian Han also immediately waved her hand, walked over to the door, and looked at Tang Ning. The two friends, who had not seen each other in many days, broke into wide smiles the moment they locked eyes, their joy bubbling over and visible to everyone.

Carefully calculated, they had been separated for quite a long time, and Chu Lan must have missed them dearly as well.

Yue Li did not dare to meet its gaze, fearing that the next second she would be frozen into an ice cube, becoming their summer "cooling artifact" for both mother and child.

Zhou An had once been severely wounded by the Taiping Sect using golden fire bugs, and rumors of his death were known to everyone in the martial arts world. Now that Zhou An had suddenly reappeared in Yuezhou, it naturally sparked extraordinary speculation and discussion.

The Emperor of Wa made this decision out of sheer desperation, because the only respectable force they had left was their navy. To deal with the fierce offensive of the Chinese troops, their only option was to force the vanguard to retreat first, making the rest easier to handle.

His bones were clanging aloud, representing the various structural supports of his own inner Dao, forming the main framework of his being.

Nie Wanluo expressed her thanks for the hard work and lowered her head to eat. The caregiver's meal plan had fully taken into account the appetite of someone in early pregnancy, and coupled with Nie Wanluo's intention to eat more for nutrition, by the time Qiao Neng entered the dining room, the three dishes and one soup on the table had been mostly finished.

"Hold on. You said that monster descended from the skies—did you see what it looked like, or what magic weapon it used?" Tianxuanzi asked cautiously. If that monster showed itself in human form, a transformed beast of that caliber would be at least at the spiritual beast level.

Her face was veiled, yet the more so, the more she exuded an ethereal aura detached from the mortal world. A pair of misty, dewy eyes made one's heart flutter, and her red lips, hidden behind the veil, added a deep sense of mystery.

Ling Jianfei let out a long howl, his hair dancing like dragons and emitting a dazzling brilliance that tore through the void. Then he burst into laughter, laughing so hard his waist bent, with tears shimmering in his eyes.

Neither side's investigation results showed any connection between this new lecturer and the major drug lord Luo Ding. Jiutian even wondered if he was overthinking things. But then, recalling the conversation that morning, he still felt there was subtext in Luo Shiyun's words. For now, however, he could only take it one step at a time and see how things unfolded.

On the heavy aircraft carrier *Hebei* of the East Sea First Fleet, Fleet Commander Wang Zhen walked back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back, looking extremely anxious.

In the future, she would still have to face such lonely days, one after another, until she grew old alone. Perhaps she would never forget Lu Zeyao for the rest of her life.

He wanted to pull her into his arms, but as he rested his hands on her shoulders, he noticed her body twitch and immediately realized she was injured there.

To accompany Cheng Zili, Lu Yichen hadn't even gone to the company all day. He had thought he could work from home, but sitting in front of the computer, he couldn't quiet his mind at all, his head constantly imagining what Cheng Zili must look like during her training.

Quan Mo paused in his footsteps and turned to look at Long Yuchen. He saw a trace of faint pain across Long Yuchen's handsome face. For someone as cold as him to reveal such an expression meant that the elderly patriarch of the Long family probably truly could not pull through this time.

Erya thought to herself for self-consolation; she was still the prettiest girl in the village! Weren't those unmarried households in the village sending her family favorable glances every few days?

Fortunately, having been in a coma for so many years, thanks to cryopreservation technology, she had not aged with the passage of time. She still possessed the capital of youth.

Although the house was a bit old, the interior seemed to have been cleaned, and even the quilts were brand new. Strangely enough, the wardrobes contained all kinds of clothing, both new and old. The old ones were probably meant to keep us low-profile and prevent others from being suspicious. After all, our group wasn't the only one in the Flaming Mountains; there were other factions here as well.

Shen Yingcai said through gritted teeth, spittle flying from her mouth. Lu Yuanhao glanced at her in disgust, then turned his head back to focus on driving.

"Exercise more in the future." This was his admonition. Even when he was not by her side, she had to take good care of herself. Whenever she fell ill, his heart would wrench. Her constitution was weak and prone to illness; only those who exercised regularly could maintain a good body.

A sorrowful look crept into her expression—a feeling mixed largely with helplessness and internal conflict. Fu Ziran took in her entire expression, as if Pei Ran's words held some sort of magic that left him momentarily unable to refute them.

Although it had been determined that Xia Haoxuan was the number one in the secret realm, there was still half an hour's worth of accumulated points left to be tallied.

The problem, however, was that those people were his own flesh and blood. Could he ignore them? Could he abandon them? But even if he did, could he stop them?

At this moment, I was extremely agitated, desperately hoping that someone was just playing a cruel trick on me rather than having actually time-traveled.

He knew very well that Jingwei's narrative had omitted far too much and was deeply incomplete. As for how the Three Realms had achieved peace and how they had evolved into their present state, she knew nothing at all.

One must know that plotting against the Crown Prince was a capital crime punishable by the extermination of all nine familial relations. If Mei Xueling were truly convicted, the entire Mei household would undoubtedly be executed, and when dust returned to dust and earth to earth, what else would there be to fight for?

The cultivator was stunned for a split second, and in the next moment, he felt a sharp, violent pain in both legs.

Ling Congzhen was not only a computer genius but also a top-tier hacker. He had once served two years each on a nuclear submarine and an aircraft carrier, and was also the mastermind behind the recent South China Sea incidents. For such a low-profile figure to suddenly announce his marriage and take a vacation recently felt abnormal no matter how one looked at it.