Volume 1, Chapter 40: Song Yi is Shameless!

After some polite exchanges on the rooftop, Edward and I finally waved goodbye. Bone dragons all look much the same, and I had no way of knowing if the one I took back was the same one that brought me here.

It would take the Second Master’s intervention to make the Yang family see reason. Unexpectedly, once the two old ladies took charge, the matter only spiraled further out of control.

The Second Master looked from Madam Ping to Jin Chengye, who wore a humble expression, and finally huffed, "Return to your quarters." He understood what Madam Ping meant; he truly did not want anything to go wrong with his son’s return to the ancestral fold.

"Yes, I have decided. Since he is not Divine Lord Siyin, there is no need for me to stubbornly cling to him. The one I love is Divine Lord Siyin, not that empty shell, and certainly not someone who looks exactly like him but feels like a complete stranger," Xing Wu said with a desolate smile.

The backyard was set up as usual, filled with the faint, pleasant scent of medicinal herbs. Because winter had passed, the courtyard appeared lush and vibrant, brimming with the arrival of spring.

Upon hearing this, I stood up abruptly. The sound of my chair being pushed back startled Qiangzi and the others, and they all stared at me. Fortunately, it was during a break between classes, or it would have been a disaster.

Suddenly, the sound of a car engine drifted in from afar, growing steadily louder as if someone were driving toward us. At that moment, the men Ah Hui had stationed on the coast sent word, informing him that the backup from the Black Eagle Gang had arrived.

Lu Ziqian began to behave in a shameless and debauched manner. Although his body was ill-suited for such intimacies, for the sake of Fu Rongxi and to make Fu Wei cough up blood in rage, he was more than happy to let him witness the scene in person.

"I remember when I worked for Boss Liu, the boss never actually spent a cent on anything," Ah Chao said with a smile. "Except for betting on horses, of course." He seemed to recall the time Junjie and the others snatched a million dollars in horse-betting money from him, and Junjie and his companions followed suit with knowing laughs.

The autumn wind, carrying a sense of aimless wandering, swirled around me, yet it could not dispel the restless agitation deep within my heart.

Bai Qinghuan, the third senior sister of the Spirit Academy, had been keeping watch by the Linglong Tower. Recently, the tower had shown signs of disturbance. She guessed that something might be changing inside, but she never expected Su Qingying to emerge from a tower engulfed in flames.

When I returned to the dormitory, Zhang Hui had already showered and was lying on the sofa in her pajamas, watching television. Chen You was in her room playing on her computer with the door ajar. The only boy living with us, Wang Haoran, was mopping the floor when I got back; we exchanged polite smiles as I entered.

Turning around, she headed back into the room and, lowering her voice, recounted what Qiao Xing had said to Xia Mo.

For some reason, a vague sense of unease lingered in her heart. She could not pinpoint its origin, but after taking a closer look at Mother Mei’s corpse, she suddenly understood.

After a while, she remained lost in thought, which reignited his anger. He walked over, pulled her into his arms, and leaned down to bite her neck.

An unfamiliar, abrupt, and intense emotion seized his entire being. His mind went blank; beneath his armor, his clear, bright eyes held only Su Qingying.

Lü Chuhe did not hear Gu Nianxi’s voice for a long time. He turned his gaze back to her, only to see Nianxi hunched over, clutching her stomach, her face drenched in cold sweat.

She had received a letter from her brother, snuck out of the manor, and gone to the An residence. After buying rouge, she encountered men in black halfway and eventually lost consciousness.

Feng Ling wanted to nod, but suddenly felt a surge of blood rush to her throat. She smiled bitterly: "If I’m not having a nosebleed, do I start spitting blood instead?" She turned her head away, refusing to look at Long Cangjue’s stiff face. "Should I hate you, Feng Ling? Do you?" Feng Ling bit her lip in silence, her stubborn eyes glistening with tears.

"How do you know this is mine? Someone might have used it to frame me," Qiao Ying said, showing no fear as she sneered at the two bottles.

According to Long Yi, that great monk had been invited by a mysterious organization to deal with their five major sects.

Strictly speaking, Mu Qingwu was not trying to sneak into the Sanyue Entertainment City this time, but rather into the Green Dragon Gang.

Long'er was already invincible among the outer disciples. If he were to improve by even one level, his status upon entering the inner sect would be quite significant.

In truth, this was the moment to test whether the Fatty truly had any real skills; he claimed there was something inside the main beam. If there wasn't, I reckoned I would have to consider running for my life.

The oasis formed by the Creation Aspect burned and annihilated. The petals of the Great Dao were no longer magnificent, appearing instead in a decayed, eerie, and dangerous dark red.

Under the barrage of Zhang Xuehua’s sharp tongue, Liu Haidong once again slunk away, dragging his partner with him.

Before the Reincarnation Hunter could see what had happened, the black blade in his hand was already in Li Shaoyu’s grasp. A flash of black light, and the hunter and his mount were severed into four pieces. His soul-light was eroded by a dark energy, slowly fading and collapsing.

After laughing triumphantly, Yu Haoran didn’t even have the heart to pay attention to the soul-fires of the Martial God, Supreme, and Half-Tribulation Immortal realms floating in the soul-fire space; he just stared fixedly at the bronze coffin before him.

If he had known that slaughtering a million Martial Saints of the four guardian families would lead to so many Buddhist experts returning to Mount Ling, he would have attacked the Buddhist heritage site directly the moment the Ethereal Mouse successfully crossed its tribulation.

A glimmer of surprise flashed in Zhang Yang’s eyes. He lightly waved his sleeve, parting the layers of mist, and finally caught a clear view of the ancient divine tree’s true appearance.

When Elongdo made this demand, the envoys of Great Qi felt even more strongly that the Rouran people were incredibly rude.

She felt truly grateful to Jin Xizhao. If he hadn't intervened in time, she dared not imagine what would have become of her.

However, just as Hatsune Miku was preparing to continue enjoying the music, Luo Tianyi missed the lyrics during the interlude, which made Miku raise an eyebrow.

Hearing the footsteps on the other side of the wall fade away, Xiao Yunmo glanced back at the floral window. The last thing Ye Wucheng had said truly made him feel a pang of regret. After all, she was his fiancée and not an unreasonable person. Now that the misunderstanding was cleared up, it was only right and proper for him to check on her.