Chapter Forty-Seven: I Like You

“What happened to you?” As Yan Ming entered the room and saw the redness and swelling on Yin Nian’s cheek, he immediately asked.

“It’s nothing… just…” Yin Nian gestured toward the room, which was in complete disarray, with furniture toppled over in every direction.

“You saw Han Duoduo?” Yan Ming closed the door behind him.

“I did…” Yin Nian walked slowly back to the bed, looking dazed.

“So—” Yan Ming took in the mess around them, then glanced at the handprint on Yin Nian’s face and his disheveled clothes. “You two fought?”

“That’s right…” Yin Nian let out a bitter laugh. “We fought…”

“Where is she?” Yan Ming looked around, but Han Duoduo was nowhere to be seen.

“She ran off… My calf suddenly cramped, and I let her…”

The villa halfway up the mountain, though far grander than the red-brick house Su Qing lived in, had after all been built long ago by the town.

“All right, I promised to look after you, there’s no need to say any more.” Gail, unable to refuse, could only agree.

Zhi Xi was left speechless, stunned for quite a while, before listlessly lowering her hands. How absurd—how had she ended up talking to this depraved man? In his eyes, love was nothing but fleeting pleasure and indulgence, and when he tired of it, he simply walked away.

These beastfolk probably came here for more than just to fill their bellies. They knew the valley could give them things their old tribe never could.

So he could only turn his gaze to the gambling dens, brothels, and the fighting arenas outside. The money he won at the gambling tables and arenas ended up scattered throughout the brothels.

Knowing Xin Luo would protect Su Qing, if she ever saw through Qiao Mohan’s plan, she would probably not be able to hold back and would go straight to demand Su Qing be returned.

A bolt of lightning crashed down from the sky, and everyone could clearly see it strike not far from their cruise ship, sending a massive wave surging up from the sea.

In the south of the city, aside from the splendid Jinxiushan Villa, there were plenty of bars and nightclubs in the Lower River District, which truly became a city that never sleeps once night fell.

Seeing the ball of yarn swear such a venomous oath, Yun Chujui had no choice but to abandon the idea and rack her brains for another solution.

Su Lingyu nodded to herself, checked the time, and took two pills from a bottle to feed him.

“What?” Qiu Tianji shuddered, sat up abruptly, and snatched the letter from Luan Xi’s hand. His handsome face turned from red to white in an instant.

This was not just a matter of taking a few steps; the rugged mountain path seemed endless. If Jin Weimo really carried her all the way down, his arms would probably be useless by the end.

“After mooching off us for so long, now she just leaves?” Qin Wan raised an eyebrow. Though her tone was as usual, Niansheng felt an inexplicable sense of pressure.

“You know well enough that a blood candle burns on human blood as fuel. The one who lights it almost always dies by its hand.” She had not known this before. Daoist Yuanqing from the temple had come to see Chu Yan, and she overheard their conversation outside the door, thus learning the truth.

Lin Annuan gave up the throne to Wei Ranbei for his sake, and yet he grew jealous and said so many things.

As for what happened later, Gu Qian didn’t need to ask—she already knew. She said nothing, merely listened in silence.

Miao Ran went forward, plucked one, examined it for a long time, and handed it expressionlessly to He Jianguo.

Meng Su gazed in pain at Xiang Ye, who was being grabbed by the collar by Xiang Qing. She didn’t speak for a long time, then finally sighed deeply and turned her face away.

The man in the pink robe swallowed with difficulty. In all honesty, if he had been the target of that last attack, he might have escaped, but certainly not so easily.

Is my fate doomed to be so tragic? Zhang Ziye pondered for a long time, then spent ages patrolling the surroundings, searching for any terrain he could use.

The forest king of fire, the mighty Giant Spirit, had golden lines shining faintly on his face. His hair was white as snow, giving him the appearance of an old man caught between age and youth. With his hands clasped behind his back, a giant, tower-like man followed behind him. On that man’s shoulder sat a child—none other than the Giant Spirit Child.