Chapter 75: The Second Child Falls Ill

The hour was still early. After coaxing the two children to sleep, the couple worked together in the kitchen to process wild boar meat. The kerosene lamp was dim, making it hard to see if the bristles had been scraped clean, so Li Qingyun remembered the unopened candles in her own storage. She lit six candles, placing them in every corner of the room, and the house shone brightly.

Gu Tingzhou handled the meat while she boiled water; each did their part without interfering with the other. The first boar took some time, but as they began with the second, Gu Tingzhou seemed possessed, working with ease and precision, like a seasoned butcher. Each cut was exactly right.

They stayed busy.

Hearing his words, her heart sank—could it really be, could her luck truly be so bad, haunted by misfortune? If that was the case… she was utterly at a loss.

“All right, sister, help me pick which number plates are suitable,” Chen Hao leaned over the counter, eyes fixed on the number plates popping out of the selector.

Based on her understanding of the Lion Medusa King, she simply aided Ye Youran in defeating it.

“You have a fiancée, and you don’t want to marry me. Why did you get engaged to me?” Dai Yi asked.

Lin Yun, who had just relaxed, tensed up instantly, for the gloom in the room hadn’t dissipated with Ruo Liu’s departure; instead, it grew even heavier. What did this mean? It meant Ruo Liu hadn’t been resolved, merely forced by the sunlight to temporarily hide and not appear.

There was something innately compelling about Yang Yun. For reasons unknown, when Zhang Shaofang saw the confidence and composure on Yang Yun’s face, a surge of confidence arose within him, seemingly out of nowhere.

Wan Zizhen, Tu Qing, Huang Nishang, Zhu Qingzhou, and six other formidable experts of the Taiyi Dao Fruit realm.

“Would someone kill so many people so casually? Besides, isn’t he only at the mid-stage of Golden Core? How could he possibly kill Elder Jin?!” Wu Qinglin asked.

Her junior brother was so obsessed, wanting to turn Dongyuan Xianglan’s soul jade body into a real person.

“This—this is impossible! Battle energy and magic could never be so closely intertwined!” Gris murmured in a low voice, yet his words echoed the well-known principles of this continent.

Too clever! It seemed, after all, that his decision at the time had been right. Who could have imagined Liu Chuan would come so far?

Feng Junyao and Yue Liushang were both far superior to her in martial arts, but in mechanism and formation techniques, they lagged behind her. If they wished to enter the Demon Palace without a trace, it would be nearly impossible.

He felt the icy sensation of the intravenous drip on the back of his hand. He opened his eyes slightly, surveying his surroundings. Indeed, he now lay in a hospital bed, dressed in patient clothes. The smell of disinfectant was overwhelming, but it was far preferable to the stench of blood.

He never imagined that sorcery could possess such formidable power; martial arts were utterly crushed in its presence.

Kong Rong: Good heavens, are you a celestial or a robber? I’ve lived my life with integrity, penniless, with empty sleeves and pockets. Where am I supposed to find ten thousand taels for you?

In the very center of the vegetable cellar, beams of light seeped through the ceiling, illuminating the floor.

Fourteen had no time for me; he was sorting accounts, drafting memorials, and preparing to enter the palace for an audience with Kangxi. Whatever I said, he merely brushed me off. Embarrassed to disturb him, I sat quietly across from him, silently lost in admiration.

The matter of insulting Yuan Shao was a prime example. At the time, Liu Ye was motivated only by personal humiliation, never considering the responsibility he carried. Thus, he clashed with Yuan Shao out of spite.

Zheng Feng followed Zhang Liao out for a stroll around Yuzhou city. The streets were bustling; inns were packed, and many locals rented out their houses at astronomical prices, yet demand still outstripped supply.

Anan looked at her as if gazing at another version of herself. Before the one she loved, she bowed and scraped, forsaking all dignity, even willing to die for him.