45: Makeup (1)

Ye Xiangwan was slightly startled, but she said nothing, only gazing blankly at Feng Jinyan.

"Wan... Wan..."

The sports committee member nearby darted his eyes back and forth between the two of them. The next second, Feng Jinyan yanked him, causing the latter to stumble.

"Look again, and I'll turn your eyes into two holes."

"..."

Too angry to speak, the sports committee member's face turned beet red, unsure whether from rage or suffocation.

Seeing this, Ye Xiangwan let out a soft chuckle and prepared to raise—

"Princess, please stay." Matters were practically concluded, so there was naturally no need to linger. Murong Ying was just about to step out of the manor gates when a cold voice came from behind.

He had long since lost the will to seek death, and the despair in his heart had been swept away. At this very moment, he truly had only one wish: to give this sunset tree a thorough and vicious beating.

Because this single strike even consumed his immortal bones; just one attack was equivalent to consuming nearly a hundred years of immortal lifespan.

He had not slept a single peaceful day through all these days. In every nightmare, he was trapped within a prison cell, living out the remainder of his life.

The one speaking was Elder Di, who sat in the grand master's chair at the front. His voice sounded like an elderly fisherman whispering gently across a calm lake surface: "The fish has bitten the hook." Yet his voice, imbued with spiritual energy, clearly reached the ears of every examinee.

"I... Oh my, why can't I feel my lips anymore!" The more Zhang Wei spoke, the more slurred his words became, and shortly after, he fainted right onto the dining table.

"It's not about suspicion. How could a place that was never peaceful suddenly become calm? Often, this excessive tranquility harbors the most violent unrest," Zi Xin looked at him with a hint of a smile.

Her mind merely conjured the image of him casually drawing his bow, shooting, and turning away without even casting a glance behind.

"Who told you not to listen and insisted on climbing that tree?" Zhang Xiaoqing said as she gently placed the leaf on the ground.

Zhang Xianqiang raised an eyebrow without giving it much thought; he did not believe Yang Yifan could possibly do anything to him.

The world is so cold and fickle; how fortunate it is to have someone willing to walk alongside you.

With that, Ye Shaoxuan kicked lightly toward Gu Buque, feeling as though Gu Buque was the one who deserved no forgiveness.

Now, the centenary cycle of winter was fast approaching. According to the news from the Dongsheng Imperial Meteorological Bureau, this winter would last for fifteen years, completely matching the calculations of the clan! In other words, starting the year after next, the invasion of the alien races would exceed fifteen years. But could the current Ye family withstand these fifteen years...

A special introduction is warranted for the third category of cities. Strictly speaking, these cities are not actual cities at all; they are merely temporary resting points, much like the inn equipped with a teleportation array that Qiming encountered earlier.

If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have thought it was an illusion—to actually hear the word "love" spoken by him.

"Fine then!" Zhang Yunhan also realized how foolish she had acted. As things stood now, she could only let this wretched scoundrel take advantage of her. Fortunately, she was still wearing quite a few layers; she would just endure whatever situation arose.

Jiang Yiyi was the most blazing star of the moment, enjoying the peak of her popularity. Any news associated with her instantly hit the headlines, and the media had seized this opportunity, determined to dig up some gossip.

Consequently, Lin Xiaohuan snatched the rice noodles and slammed them down roughly onto the table. She shoved them as far away from Wei Yefeng as possible to prevent him from devouring the remainder like a starving fiend.

Wei Yefeng's heart tightened. "Xiaohuan, don't look at me with that gaze." Otherwise, he could not guarantee what cruel actions he might take in the next second.

That night, although the biting chill remained, the skies were clear and bright. Apart from those on watch, the werewolf warriors split into several groups to warm themselves by the fires. Although Xuanyuan Muxia held a noble status, ever since departing the Apius camp, he had been ordered to remain inside the carriage without being allowed to step down even once.

Yet this was simply too incredible. Could such a city have been created by someone turning back the hands of time?