Wife

Murong Nuan watched Qian Xiaona’s departing figure with a sense of unease, but there was nothing more she could do. She had already done everything within her power to help; the rest was up to Qian Xiaona herself.

Though they were both of the demon race and counted among the most powerful beings between heaven and earth, the distance between him and the Phoenix Clan, those sovereigns of primordial times, was unfathomable.

Thinking of this, Ye Shanhé startled himself with his own thoughts—how could he ever wish for her to be unable to leave him?

The vast conference room instantly felt empty, and Fu Yujie’s heart plummeted into the depths of despair.

Perhaps it was the poor condition of the road, for Yixuan, who had been dozing in his seat, gradually let his head fall onto Qiaomei’s shoulder.

“It’s time to decide the winner! Gyarados, use your most powerful Hyper Beam!” Xia Yu shouted at Gyarados.

Ye Shanhé watched his sister abandon him with a pitiful gaze, then, recalling how much time had passed, figured she must be hungry and would return soon enough.

As the car reached the food street, Murong Nuan and Shangguan Rui got off. One bodyguard followed them out, while another remained in the car. The bodyguard trailed behind Murong Nuan and Shangguan Rui from a distance, satisfying Murong Nuan greatly. She resolved to speak well of them at lunch before Shangguan Yao and secure them a raise.

“It hurts.” Yixuan walked beside Lin Shanshan, seeing her completely unscathed, and, for the first time, thought she seemed truly tall and impressive.

Back then, a worker’s wages barely covered the family’s basic needs. When his grandparents stopped going, his father increased the money sent home from twenty a year to fifty.

Under the stern gaze of the ninth elder, Ye Long and Ye Chao reluctantly led their teams to bow and apologize to Yu Chuling.

“What did you think of the group the princess brought back today?” Qian Wang asked casually, but his tone made An Yi tense up.

“I’ve grown up knowing how to eat and how to act; do I really need you to teach me?” Yun Zijin murmured in Hei Xuan’s ear.

Yang Hao was clearly struggling under the onslaught. The giant, beset on both sides, began to lose steam. Steeling himself, Yang Hao unleashed the vast spiritual power within his sea of consciousness. The Old Demon of Ten Thousand Demons understood his intentions.

Under Kui Xingdou’s feet, the rock-hard ground exploded, and a powerful jet of water shot skyward, blasting him into the air.

Ye Wang and Ye Ping each wielded a blade and a sword, simultaneously forcing six first-tier Black Violent Apes back.

Aunt Xue gave Jia Cong a meaningful look, but seeing his calm and unbothered expression, she felt stifled and followed Lady Wang away.

He was wounded in several places, his inner strength exhausted, relying on sheer will to hold on.

Yun Zijin despised people who liked to poke her tires. The forthright Regent was truly… impossible to bear.

Tong Yan glanced at Ling Chen, took two steps back, then turned and ran away in silence, her footsteps a little unsteady.

Shao Yu, furious, was like a completely wild lion—his ferocity was beyond compare, his gaze more terrifying than a demon from hell, the eyes of one who was more monstrous than any demon.

The thought startled Chen Lan, who quickly turned away, flustered, grabbed the kitchen knife, and began slicing bamboo shoots, doing her best not to let her mind wander.

Just then, a strong force pulled Lu Yue’s spiritual sense forward. Unable to maintain balance within her own meridians, Lu Yue tumbled through a haze before suddenly finding clarity. Where was this? How had she arrived here so suddenly?

“Madam, with the master’s body so weak, what should we do?” Sakura handed a warm towel to Wang Shuni, who held Yang Tianlong in her arms.

The Shadow Fish returned to his body and saw Sun Xiao slowly regain human form, but his life could never return. After burying the villagers in grief, Lu Yue once more entered the mountain cave.

“Go, go, go—all of you, just go!” The old man didn’t even look at them, picking up his cage and shuffling into the house.

“Young master Xie, straighten your collar; you look utterly disgraceful—ha ha,” Murong Feng laughed heartily, as if unbothered by the impropriety of speaking so to the ruler of the Underworld.

“You’re so annoying; men are all the same,” Tong Yan’s cheeks flushed as she shot Ling Chen a glare.

“Hahaha, of course not! It’s just that if the city lord is to ascend higher, the young lord will take his place in managing East City,” Mr. Qiu laughed heartily.

There were no tricks in this game. The opponents were a makeshift five-man squad—strong overall but lacking coordination, allowing us an easy victory.

Watching the backup players laugh as I threw out my Q ability, I couldn’t help but smile.

The barbecue stall owner shouted with all his might, his face resolute, determined not to open the door.

Xi Xiangdong rose from his seat, strolled over to her, and naturally reached out to touch her forehead.

Suddenly, he flashed in with a Q skill, hoping to stun me. At that critical moment, I sidestepped skillfully, putting just enough distance between myself and the support. That single step not only showed my quick reflexes and awareness but also proved the support had wasted his flash.

It was only natural; the factory’s affairs had been settled, the new product completed, and with Luo Dayou’s help, there should be no more problems.

Upon entering Willow Thirteen Prefecture’s capital, Di Shitian’s perilous journey was finally brought to a perfect close.

Dong Jiantai now knew exactly where Osprey Mountain was. When the Xiao family kidnapped Bai Rou, they took her straight to Osprey Mountain.

Wu Xiongming shouted, but in the vast conference room, only his own echo answered him.

The tent’s curtain was lifted; first came several Yuanrong clan guards, followed by a tall, burly man striding in arrogantly, with a personal guard and Jin Yanqiu at his heel.

For now, this was all Lan Tian could think to do. Following Cang Haiting’s advice, she uploaded her meticulously refined design drafts online. In an instant, they were shared tens of millions of times, making her a sensation on Weibo.

But these three spirits were all over level fifty—how had they still not evolved into Banette, Shuppet’s final form?

Xu Fei’s features had grown old; what had once been the face of a youth of eighteen or nineteen had become that of a middle-aged man in his forties, all traces of youthful innocence vanished, replaced by the grandeur and ethereal presence of a sword immortal.