Volume One, Chapter 32: Has Shen Yi Died?

“Prince Consort Shen, thank you!”

Meng Wanqiu’s feelings were exceedingly complicated, and she could not help asking, “I want to know why you saved me.”

Yet she felt an uncontrollable shyness and delight spreading through her heart.

Watching from the shadows, he held an ice arrow forged from ten-thousand-year cold marrow. Waiting for the right moment, he shot it at Luo Qingyue. As long as Luo Qingyue was frozen, both she and the Jade Ancient Rakshasa in her hand would belong to his Netherworld Realm.

But the Heir’s word had always been absolute. If he failed to carry it out, the Feng family would likely cease to exist by tomorrow. Having chosen to submit to the Heir, he was destined to obey him in every word and deed.

Zongyang was filled with emotion. As the saying went, a son inherited his father’s trade. Never had he imagined that one day he would inherit his master’s mantle and take up dice.

At that moment, his head rested against the edge of the bathing pool, his chin slightly raised, revealing his sensual Adam’s apple. Droplets of water glimmered on his fair chest like strings of pearls.

Zongyang shed his divine form and gazed up at the drifting clouds in the sky. “Once we reach Divine Luo City, we’ll be closer to the Divine Land. Since we can’t get out, we might as well settle things there. Besides, I owe the Yantian Sect a favor.” Collected and compiled by 00; copyright belongs to the author or publisher.

“All right, forget I said anything. What I mainly wanted to ask was, what do you need advice about today? Once we’re done, I can go to sleep.” Damn it, they had actually turned this into a habit. If he did not listen to it once, he really could not fall asleep.

Judging from the direction of the voice, Yi Wuchen’s face flushed red. Yet the heart that had risen to his throat immediately settled back down.

“You’ve been to Xundu City?” Rong Qian frowned slightly. Of course she had been there. At that thought, something suddenly flashed through her mind. A trace of impatience crossed her eyes. Recently, she seemed to be remembering far too many things, and her head felt as though it were about to explode.

Wei Rouyi did not know that from the moment she had given herself to Bai Youliuxi the previous night, her appearance had remained frozen in that instant.

Who could blame Song Danhua, after all? She was also a member of the Dongjiang City police. Song Danhua would certainly be unhappy to hear such a sweeping claim that all bats should simply be beaten to death.

The surroundings here were in no way comparable to those several buildings. They were considerably more dilapidated—barely any warmer than living in a tent—and there was nothing else about them that could be called superior.

Chuyi kept turning her head to look out the window, both hands resting in front of her, her fingers twisted together. She resembled a child who had done something wrong: obedient, silent, and unwilling to speak.

Since Gengzhi was my friend, and he was planning to start a real-estate construction company, why shouldn’t we work together?

“Why don’t you try taking Doctor Xiao home with you for one night? Then you’ll know, won’t you?” Liu Li had no reason to hide anything from this subordinate who was practically her best friend.

“How did you tell that there was nothing unusual about me?” Yang Qingshan spread his hands and asked in confusion.

Chuyi handed her the thermos in her hands. “It’s honey water.” Qiuqiu took it and nodded.

Of course, she was still engaged in underground work with these “goods.” Eight years of resistance and four years of civil war still lay ahead; it was far too soon for her to engage in such “schemes.” For now, however, she was already becoming quite adept at teaching others.

Thinking back to that exchange between Qin Yi and Qingxiu in the desolate valley—the furious tirade in which Qin Yi declared that he was not afraid of Qingxiu—the soldiers had initially assumed it was merely angry talk. Only now did they understand that if their lord truly became ruthless, the Demon King Qingxiu’s fate would likely be even more miserable than that of the two of them.

Feng Ling’er rolled her eyes at him. He really knew how to take advantage of an opening; praise him once, and he became unbearably smug. Then she grabbed Niuniu and stomped away to the side in a huff, leaving Qin Yi alone there, grinning foolishly.