Volume 1, Chapter 42: This humble subject might not be able to help himself

A warm surge of energy radiated from the palm of her hand, and an inexplicable tremor suddenly welled up in Yun Yi's heart.

With Cui Xingze acting like this, it seemed almost impossible not to feel one's heart flutter, didn't it?

Seeing Nie Peixiao in such a state, Chuxiu felt an extraordinary sense of familiarity. Once upon a time, there was also a man who suffered the tragic loss of his closest kin, living a dazed and desolate life of dissipation and despair. And how had she comforted him back then? The details were long forgotten, but only the scene of Shen Yu tying up her hair remained as clear as yesterday, vividly etched in her mind.

"Cang'ao, we meet again." A soft voice sounded by Ye Zheng's ear, carrying a trace of familiarity.

Looking ahead, Bai Qiu discovered that apart from himself and Liyang, there were quite a few figures standing further up. Looking up, he could see a massive black vortex slowly revolving in midair.

Thus, he simply lay there and checked his own body, instantly freezing in astonishment—the energy within his Azure Heaven Realm was more abundant than ever before! It was packed so tightly that it seemed devoid of even the tiniest gap.

And this session of enlightenment lasted for more than half a month before Liyang finally opened his eyes, bloodshot and wearing a look of deep exhaustion.

"Eldest Brother, it seems the peaceful life on the grassland is coming to an end." Long Yinxi looked up at the bright moon in the sky and sighed with emotion.

Having confirmed that he must enter the Starfall Secret Realm to figure out what connection the Star Guidance had with it, and finding that his sea of consciousness had returned to normal, Liyang's consciousness subsequently returned to his physical body.

When a young man with a dark and twisted inner world truly goes mad, he can be terrifying beyond measure. Just how terrifying could he be?

He really needed to properly nourish his body. Since he was unwilling to exercise, if he didn't start taking herbal tonics soon, sooner or later he would end up in the imperial palace serving Emperor Li Er.

Hand-Without-Poison did not utter a sound. Although Cleaver Ten-Thousand had burst out with vulgarities, he could clearly sense the profound gratitude emanating from the other's tone.

After he went to Tianjin Wei, his grandmother even sent people to secretly smuggle things to him every few days... By that time, he had already become notorious throughout the capital.

His mother had been forcibly seized by the so-called nobility of Western Liang, and his father had fought them to the death, while his mother threw herself onto a blade and perished. At that time, he was only five years old and had escaped disaster by hiding in a pile of firewood! Left with a shattered family and homeless, he was taken in and provided for by many impoverished commoners in the surrounding area, barely managing to survive until now.

Thinking back to the days when she was kept under house arrest, the maidservants and old nannies in the Marquis of Chengan's estate had grown lazy and remiss. When winter arrived, her cotton wadding was so damp it was beyond recognition, and she had been woken by the cold on countless nights... Now, these days naturally felt reassuring, safe, and solid.

Usually, when the Witch Manor fought external enemies, the enemy would sometimes inexplicably vanish out of nowhere. Most likely, high-level masters on the mountain were using teleportation techniques, but the two manor lords had never been seen showing themselves.

Others were right after all; this Lu Jingran was truly somewhat dangerous. Who could possibly know what was actually going on inside his head?

Seeing his eyes blazing with a fierce, predatory light just like a wolf or a tiger, Qin Lanxin could not help shrinking back a step in fright, and with tears in her eyes, she said, "Big Brother Shangguan, you risked your life to come and bring the warning. How could I ever bring harm to your life? I... I..." Before she could finish her sentence, she broke down into sobs.

Zhang Zhaoqian also hurriedly instructed her servants to prepare some clothing. She was determined to keep Li Zhiwen at the Zhang family estate. The family naturally had no desire to let such a master slip away.

The reason was very simple: Second Master's absolute favorite thing was to pull out items for others to comprehend on their own. He lacked patience and at most would give a rough outline, being far too lazy to explain things in such meticulous detail.

"Deputy Commander Tu, Lu Hengming isn't dead. Xiao Dong is probably...?" I still wanted to talk to him about the matter concerning Xiao Dong.

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