Chapter 63: The Only One Who Will Die Is You

"I didn't say anything wrong, Lord Crow." Qingming rubbed the spot where he had been hit, retreating from her fiery presence while muttering a grievance-laden retort.

If she wasn't secretly creeping on the guy in the dead of night, what else could true love possibly be?

Jiang Zao laughed out of sheer fury, her fists clenched tightly.
*I must endure this!*

Following his twisted logic, didn't that mean every time she cast an extra glance at someone on the street, she must be hopelessly in love with them?

"Look, you're only flying into a rage because I've exposed your deepest secrets," Qingming persisted, pointing—

Boss Guo was laughing like a maniac, his harsh, grating laughter echoing exceptionally loud within the confined space.

The moment she shifted slightly, a heart-rending pain surged up from her foot, instantly banishing any thought of moving again.

Perhaps Yunheng would never know that his garments were always exclusively tailored by Shangguan Xue'er herself, every single measurement precise and fitting.

For some reason, especially upon hearing Shen Xiaosong address her so intimately as Manzhi, a vague heaviness settled in his chest.

The male teacher with the shirt standing nearby took the test paper, glanced over it briefly, and instantly drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

After exchanging a few words, Qiu Xuena's complexion turned terribly grim, her lips still moving as she muttered indistinctly to herself.

Once the visitors left, Jiang Manzhi completely ignored Shen Luokqi's resistance and took the child back to his room because he was feeling sleepy.

At the time, Ye Linxi had used this for injection alongside anesthetics as an auxiliary agent, which was why Lu Cheng remembered it so clearly.

Chu Sheng said happily, unlacing the tiger-skin cloak and other items from his back as he set them down.

A daring thought began to take shape in Li Shimin's mind, though it was instantly dismissed by his own better judgment.

"Look, you know how I am—whenever I get depressed, I damn well can't bring myself to move, but if I don't move, the work doesn't get done. You catch my drift, right?" Du Xianyang replied with a somewhat embarrassed tone.

Returning to the Fire Cloud Palace, only four days remained until the Supreme Being's lecture at the Heavenly Sound Plains. I had originally planned to spend those four days properly accompanying Ruomeng, but a major event subsequently occurred at the Fire Cloud Palace, completely shattering our plans for a secluded getaway.

"Alright, I'll have someone get that sorted out for you right away..." The manager replied with a grinning grimace.

"Several branches of plum blossoms by the corner, standing alone against the bitter cold. I know from afar they are not snow, for a subtle fragrance wafts through." Blood Snow murmured the poem softly, holding her teacup. Her tone was gentle, more like talking to herself, lacking the pretentious display of erudition seen in Gongshen Ling'er.

The soft sword left its scabbard, initially resembling a lifeless, dead snake. With a flick of Lin Wen's wrist, the limp, flexible blade suddenly stiffened into a straight line, indistinguishable from any ordinary treasured sword. This display of inner energy once again stunned quite a few onlookers.

Observing the carp at close range, I discovered that it possessed neither soul fluctuations nor any form of spiritual ripples. This carp was not a genuine living creature—at least, not yet. That was my conclusion. It was merely a fish of certain rules evolved from the Great Dao of Life, representing a specific order of existence.

Yet if she harbored such deep hatred for me, casting me out would have sufficed. Why bother snatching me away from the Heir Apparent?

"Understood, Dad. Just cheer me on from home!" Miracle said with a hint of excitement.

Sitting on the sofa before the bed was a young man—the very target of Gao Jia and his associates, Zhao Sizhen.

Yet strangely enough, deep within his physique, muffled roaring sounds continued to burst forth from time to time. A dazzling purple-gold radiance enveloped his body, while the chaotic energy fluctuations swirling through the surrounding heaven and earth frequently converged there, vanishing entirely into his frame.

"Li Guolou, the top scholar, step forward and let Your Excellencies take a good look at you," Zaitong said with finality, drawing the gazes of all the ministers toward a young man clad in official robes of the seventh rank.

So all of this had been a dream. Guo Qi turned back to tell Li Bing, "To be precise, both of you were afflicted with蛊-poisons—poisons specifically designed to induce hallucinations. If no one helps you dispel them, you will remain trapped like this until you are frightened to death by an environment just like this."