Chapter Sixty: A Friend’s Husband Is Not to Be Embraced

Mingshuang’s consciousness gradually returned to its nest. In a daze, he asked, “Where am I…? Why is it so cold?”

Ling Qiqi and Chi Xiaoxiao, hearing such words from the creator of ice and snow, were momentarily at a loss for how to respond, and both of them fell silent.

Cheng Yu, at just the right moment, let out a loud sneeze, shattering the awkwardly frozen atmosphere.

Chi Xiaoxiao hurriedly seized upon Cheng Yu’s sneeze and said, “Exactly, it’s so cold here—Brother Cheng Yu has caught a cold from the chill.”

“That’s right, Senior Brother, you just fainted from the cold. We should hurry back for a meal,” Ling Qiqi added cleverly.

She finished speaking without waiting for Mingshuang’s reaction, forcibly separating the uncle and nephew, then summoned a large water sphere to enclose the wounded.

Xiao Tie and the others had already reached a spot outside the palace, gazing across from afar.

Every garment Li Junxiu tried on fit him perfectly; no matter the color or style, it made Xuyuan feel a pang of guilt, as though if he didn’t bring all these clothes home for Li Junxiu, he’d be betraying that innate, unyielding beauty.

Xuyuan spoke with a trace of playful mockery, releasing the chain in his hand and preparing to move on to the next stall.

For ordinary Saints, a third-tier construct is the ideal of a lifetime, but for Saints of the Celestial Rank, a third-tier construct is merely the baseline requirement. Powerhouses like Long Deshite regard wearing third-tier constructs as a disgrace.

It turned out there were three shadowy figures standing on the back of the Mountain Beast. They saw Su Wanqin drive off the Winged Jackal with a single strike, as if witnessing their savior. Su Wanqin quickly understood—the Mountain Beast was the servant demon they were using to escape.

Especially now, he had the headache of money, worrying about where to find funds to deal with the current situation, which only made him more irritable.

The big-nosed Caucasian man entered once more; he had spent the past few days investigating everything about Lu Jianxiong.

The Sovereigns’ circumstances were even more unique. Though not specialists, as martial artists, whether for themselves or their younger kin, they had a strong desire for materials.

“Chen Ling, can you stop talking nonsense and speak to me properly now?” the Queen Bee asked triumphantly.

He originally planned to find Gai Dudu after class to clear up their earlier misunderstanding and ask her about the academy’s flea market, but after the homeroom teacher finished the lesson on servant demons, she summoned him to her office.

As for replenishing energy, Jiang Jieyun and his two companions could easily last another two days and nights without trouble. But Anran’s mention of “feasting” struck them right in the heart, causing another surge of excitement.

Even so, Zhou Tianlong paid it little mind. First, he knew Zhang Hui would never dare attack him within the inner sect; second, he had Zhouhun and Phantom Sword as trump cards—if it truly came to a fight, he could annihilate the entire Bear Gang.

He continued to rest with his eyes closed; after all, there were no dangerous aberrant creatures within several hundred meters, and if Jiang Qiuyi crossed into his territory, any accident would have nothing to do with him.

Zhang Yu, Old Soldier Liu Xin, and I quickly stepped in to separate the two before conflict broke out.

“These are both my names,” Li Ming replied confidently. He knew it was that Hidden Emperor who had leaked it again.

Refusing to compromise would slow economic development across the East Lake region. Though Yue Haige possessed formidable economic abilities, he would face even greater pressure from the upper echelons.

“If I hadn’t kept an eye on you, you’d have eaten everything. Go on, get out of my way, I’m busy now.” Li Ming thought to himself that it was true, but outwardly he said nothing; some things are best kept in the heart.

“What’s going on?” Zhou Tianlong was taken aback, his eyes fixed on the colorful silver ring snake on the ground. His left hand hovered above the spatial storage bracelet, ready to draw the Phantom Sword at the slightest sign of aggression from the snakes.