Volume One, Chapter 116: Playing Games, the Master Is Right Beside Me

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Since the conversation began, Wen Xuyu had not seen Lu Baiqian again.
The reason was simple.
As the year drew to a close, Bian Xunzhou stayed at home with her every day, sometimes taking time to bring her out shopping or for a drive.
From the moment Yan Lin was born in the Duke of Chengguo’s mansion, it was clear that not a single bit belonged to him.
“Don’t you have at least a little confidence in that?” Ling Wushuang looked at the richly fragrant and colorful dishes on the table, smiling as she asked Hua Ying.
Around half past twelve, a fierce wind suddenly blew, extinguishing all the candles. I wanted to turn on the flashlight, but Wang Hammer stopped me.
Jun Qianxi did not expect to encounter only a single trap and two spirit summons along the way.
The situation was chaotic just now, saving lives came first, and no one had time to assign blame. But now that Rou Rou was receiving treatment, investigating the incident and finding the culprit became the top priority.
Fortunately, the wounds, though frightening at first glance, were only superficial injuries—nothing complicated that a common doctor couldn’t treat.
Nangong Ming glanced helplessly at Feng Ruhuang beside him, only to be caught red-handed by the Grand Elder.
She had carefully adjusted her makeup, donned what she considered her most dazzling clothes, and wore the brightest smile as she approached the two figures not far away.
“Don’t laugh at me. Who running away from home would carry a large amount of silver bills?” Stealing a bag of gold leaves was already quite a feat.
The crimson dress fluttered lightly in the morning breeze that wafted into the hall. Ling Wushuang’s gaze was calm as she looked toward Emperor Yongjia and said, “May I ask what business the emperor has with Ling Wushuang?” Her words, though seemingly innocent, carried a deliberate tone.
Where is this place? Didn’t I already die? Wasn’t I eaten by that monster... No, I haven’t been eaten yet. Someone saved me... Before I lost consciousness, someone saved me.
Seeing Jiang Anyi ready to ride off to fetch help, Guo Huaili hurriedly said, “You just go get help. We have the carriage.” He pointed to the woods where the carriage they had seized yesterday was still waiting.
What Liu Dan didn’t know was that the greatest danger was not him, but the general’s residence where he currently stayed. It was arguably the most perilous moment since the establishment of the general’s mansion, or even since the rise of the Ni family. The fate of the Ni family—survival or extinction—hung on the family head’s single thought.
But just as Eros was about to leave, the Kavan on the ground suddenly took flight again and charged at him once more.
Zet quickly followed Ilona's instructions to reverse the monster bird’s body to its intact state, yet the bird retained the memory of the recent events. Seeing Ilona’s fierce expression, it flapped its wings in haste, attempting to fly away.
The journey went smoothly without many obstacles, and Qi Hao finally led Qin Yue into a large multimedia lecture hall.
In the distance, above the sky, among all the demons and monsters, some of their shadows vanished behind a veil of concealment.
“Keep an eye on Yier. I’ll see who’s so bold as to trespass into the back of the government office. Do they really think the master’s dead?” Xin Fei stormed out in anger. Having been a virtuous wife and good mother for so long, she longed for the days when she galloped across the rivers and lakes.
Realizing this, Qin Yue suffered some insomnia. She thought it might be due to jet lag not yet adjusting, so she tossed and turned in bed repeatedly, only falling asleep very late.
He said, “Today, I’ll just teach you a lesson. Killing you would only dirty my hands.” With that, Xiao Yan pressed his opponent’s head even more fiercely.
Suddenly, a fine drizzle began to fall, the raindrops landing on Su Ying’s stone statue like tears. Yan Wu plucked a feather and transformed it into a pavilion, sheltering Su Ying’s statue from the wind and rain—not for any other reason, but simply because he felt Su Ying was too pitiful.