Volume 1, Chapter 43: Why Are You Meeting Your Ex-Husband in Secret Again?

Yun Yi curved her lips into a smile, stood on tiptoe, and took the initiative to kiss him.

Chimei widened her eyes, watching in utter disbelief as this reckless girl courted death.

[You damn girl, how could you... You...]

Veins bulged on her forehead from sheer anger, leaving her unable to utter a complete sentence.

To think this reckless girl would use her body to get close to Cui Xingze! Even though the two of them were essentially one entity, such outrageous behavior was entirely unacceptable.

Just as the few of them were arguing over one another, Chu Han pushed open the door and stepped inside. He found the furnishings exactly as they had been when he left, save for a thick layer of dust. Clearly, this place had not suffered any attack, and he could not comprehend why things had turned out this way.

"I should be envying you instead, having your mother prepare delicious food for you," Yu Jiawei said with a bitter smile. The look she cast at Jiang Lingxi clearly conveyed: You are blessed and yet know not your own fortune.

"There is something strange about this fragrance. Do not rush inside blindly," Chu Han warned the others. Yet no sooner had his words fallen than several vines lashed out from within, dragging one of the members of the Long family inside.

He had never imagined that Ye Kai would become so dazed and detached, losing all sense of self. This was a side of him she had never witnessed before. She had thought Ye Kai was already recovered, and that once Zhuge Ye's progress came through, this wedding game with Feng Wufei could gradually be brought to an end. Little did she know that at this moment, Ye Kai seemed to have completely surrendered his autonomy.

The previous joint attack by the two of them had appeared to leave him utterly helpless, but in truth, he was merely putting up a stubborn front. Otherwise, he would have been forced to retreat a few steps just to catch his breath.

This single punch left everyone present in awe, while Boss Bai felt secretly fortunate that he had managed to restrain himself earlier and refrained from striking, otherwise the one losing face would have been him.

Ye Lingqing's sword Qi was no easy feat to neutralize. For many days, City Lord Luo remained within this sanctuary of healing he had created with his own hands, repairing his physical body.

In that fleeting fraction of a second, Wang truly believed he was going to die. Such a terrifying and fatal technique, yet the opponent could retract and unleash it with absolute ease.

Before her rebirth, Cheng Yuan spent every single day studying, leaving her virtually no free time. Especially right after her rebirth, the days leading up to the senior year exams were intensely stressful.

Although those above had hinted that Lin Fengyin must not be killed, they never said she could not be disfigured or crippled.

Zi Li had sustained severe injuries while protecting Yan'er, and Yan'er tended to him with meticulous care. Although she had been pampered since childhood and had never taken care of anyone before, the clumsy way she dressed Zi Li's wounds warmed his heart deeply.

Yuan Wei was truly dead; his body was shattered and rigid, his soul completely dissipated and scattered—he was thoroughly and utterly dead.

At the mere thought of living such a bleak existence where he could no longer gamble with money or drink wine, Tong Niuer felt that life had lost all meaning, and death would be a far cleaner release.

The process lasted for about ten minutes. After withdrawing his spiritual energy, Shangguan Fei slumped onto a nearby chair, his face as pale as a sheet. Closing his eyes as if he had suffered grievous injuries, he began to regulate his breathing.

Lize was a thousand miles closer than Huda City. Even without fine steeds capable of traveling a thousand miles a day, there was no need to rush day and night. Reckoning the dates, they should have arrived long ago today. Yet as dusk approached, not a single person had been sent to meet them.

That night, the bright moon hung high in the sky. A colorful phoenix descended from the heavens, transforming into a handsome man who hovered above the cold pool. With hand seals formed, he cast a beam of light straight into the depths of the water. A moment later, the ripples churned as an ice coffin slowly surfaced.

At six o'clock the next morning—the earliest he had risen in quite some time—he stepped into the shower to enjoy a refreshing hot water bath, changed into a crisp white shirt, and prepared to head to the canteen at the foot of the mountain for breakfast.

Immortal Jinlian tossed and turned on the couch, unable to sleep as she pondered everything that had transpired, yet she could not piece together a coherent train of thought.

Nangong Linyun was deeply depressed today. Always a dashing and spirited general, he found himself constrained at every turn today yet unable to vent his frustration. He cast a glance at Su Nan, then at Gong Weiwei, and finally spoke: "Let's finish eating first." With that, he ignored them entirely and buried his head in ravenous eating.