Chapter 63 Punishment

In Madam Wang's heart, her precious Baoyu was destined for greatness, and she even believed he might be able to win the hand of a princess; how could he possibly be matched with a sickly weakling?

However, Lin Daiyu was currently the apple of Grandmother Jia's eye, someone who could not be easily touched.

The idea of tampering with the medicinal herbs was the most prudent method Madam Wang had arrived at after a long period of deliberation.

First, Lin Daiyu had been frail since childhood, so even if she were to lose her life as a result, others would simply attribute it to her weak constitution. Second, changing the medicinal herbs would not cause Lin Daiyu to suddenly perish—

"Yes, exactly two-fifty-eight! I’ve even thought of the advertising slogan: 'Two-fifty-eight, two-fifty-eight, love me, won't you? Love me, then buy me and take me home!'" Mo Ran blurted out effortlessly.

Ever since Yang and the Mudié family met, all of them had formed the habit of never missing any of Yang's games. This single mother, in particular, would pray for Yang before the start of every single match.

Yet, regrettably, Nightstalker successfully pushed down the Golden Dragon's mid-lane tier-two tower and base crystal at the cost of a four-for-five trade. This also meant that Nightstalker could henceforth utilize minion waves much more adeptly to control the pace or even directly initiate the Roshan fight.

As they conversed, the few of them climbed to the entrance of the restaurant perched above the rock face. A careful observation left them marveling: half-inserted flying beams served as the foundation, cleverly borrowing the rock for implicit support, with the pillars and beams seamlessly integrated from top to bottom, and the corridors and balustrades connecting left and right. It was winding and wondrous, with solid and void creating each other.

Wendy and Neo on the other side were also locked in combat, except that Wendy was now panting heavily, her stamina clearly exhausted.

"Brother Jiang, are you truly going to deal a fatal blow?!" Shangguan Qiudie arrived promptly at the front, carrying the Seven-Immortal Flower Pot. From the bottom of her heart, she did not want Jiang Dong to forge a bitter enmity with the Qian family prematurely, yet if she did not act thus, she would be unable to fully win Jiang Dong over to her side.

These two guards, who had sparked such fierce friction in the previous game, I wonder what kind of raging inferno they would ignite tonight for the American Airlines Center?

"Jiang Dong, you... how have you been these past few days?" The two gazed at each other, and after a moment, Xue Lian spoke. A separation of three years felt like a single day, yet people's hearts felt as distant as if thirty years had passed, completely devoid of that former familiarity.

"Perhaps it's some sort of heritage!" someone analyzed calmly. Across a millennium of time, what could have been the purpose of the ancients in leaving behind this ruin, specifically arranging a place with such an intense sense of ritual?

What of Ye Ziyang, who back then was hailed by his own birth mother as invincible under heaven? Was he not still swallowed up by the grand formation? The price for sealing the formation's eye was none other than using a mortal flesh and blood to stubbornly withstand the evil layout.

Walking through the hall, Yun Muyu unconsciously lightened her footsteps. As she was about to go upstairs, she heard Xia Rong instructing the servants to wipe away the dust.

"Very well then. I would sooner kill you, but since you cannot die by my hand, then let me die by my own hand—that wouldn't be bad either!" Zicha gazed at Liu Yi, a gleaming fine blade gripped in her hand, pointing straight at him.

Yet the blacksmith stubbornly refused to take it, saying he had given his word that no compensation was needed and one must keep their promise. This actually generated a certain fondness for him in my heart. After offering a few words of comfort, I stepped out of the shop. Seeing that the sun was already slanting westward, I decided it was best to return to the inn for a meal.

"How... let's eat, I'm just hungry." Yun Muyu halted the topic she had just intended to probe. Some matters were better left unknown; what if Lin Zheng said he had already disposed of the other party? Could she still comfortably remain a person untroubled by the world?

Heading straight to the Prime Minister's Estate, she felt no surprise upon seeing the unchanged residence. Since the Emperor was so infatuated, how could he not carefully preserve the final remnant of longing in his heart?

Watching the suddenly abnormal Choi Sulli, Ye Mo and Xia Enyao could not help casting their gazes toward Bae Suzy, who only offered them a helpless nod in response.

This motorcycle was originally meant to travel along the ground and could not fly at high altitudes; it could only follow the roads.

"Qianqian, give me some time!" Liu Yi fell backward into the grass, looking up at the sky. Could he suppress his own heart forever? Liu Yi was never a truly heartless person; if anything, he was someone exceptionally easily moved.