Volume One, Chapter 48: Sister Yao Treats Nian’er the Best-A matriarca exausta morreu tragicamente, renasceu e destruiu a casa do marquês.(Lua fria, sem preocupações)

Chu Yao was a bit bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
She looked at Qiu Shuang in confusion, but Qiu Shuang shook her head helplessly.
“Who are you? Do you recognize me?”
The small figure in her arms lifted a tear-streaked face,
a small, bright red mole the size of a red bean marked the center of the brow.
“It’s you.”

Skill attached: Frost Seal Slash—gathering the power of frozen space, unleashing a powerful icy strike that freezes the enemy solid for five seconds.

Chu Yao lifted her eyes to meet his gaze, momentarily captivated by his calm and steady look—there was a faint longing, a subtle intoxication—and with a fleeting thought, she fell into a strong, warm embrace.

“Master Toyota, I didn’t expect you to still have such humor, haha,” Wei Yu said awkwardly, a dark line already appearing between his brows. Just as one troublemaker left, another arrived—both reckless and impulsive men.

Here we go again with the jealousy from Li Hong; after so many years, whenever it flares up, it’s impossible for Qin Feng to make sense of it.

After Huo Qingsong finished looking at Lu Xianger, he covered the plaque again with a red cloth and asked Huo Bao to take it to the backyard for safekeeping until the distillery’s grand opening day, when it would be revealed. Turning around, Huo Qingsong noticed Lu Xianger staring directly at him, the light in her eyes seeming to pierce his very heart.

She clutched her chest and walked heavily out of Qingxin Studio. Just after passing through the archway, a sudden pressure gripped her chest, and she spat out a mouthful of black blood clotted in her palm—grotesque and terrifying.

Lin Le could no longer suppress the faint impulse stirred within him and moved beside Wei Yu, smiling as he extended his hand and introduced himself.

The clash of blades rang softly. Nearby, the four major factions—Passing Years, Divine Clan, Moonmark, and Cold Night—were preparing to assault. Tens of thousands had drawn their weapons, eyes fixed ahead.

“I’ll lead the way; stay close behind me. Heads must be shot clean off, and the super dad must be protected from above. Super dad, remember to keep the huge fat guy well healed—he’s our only hope of breaching the city,” I instructed, handing a collective teleportation talisman to Ci Xue while keeping one for myself.

In truth, Qin Feng’s initial blame toward the crew was out of necessity; after all, they were at fault first. If he blindly defended them, it would only disappoint the villagers. The tree farmers were still angry; without venting their frustration, they wouldn’t let this matter rest peacefully.

If carefully nurtured and with good conduct ensured, she had the full potential to restore the family honor of her enemies. The key was they had saved Chou Yuan, making the latter somewhat more manageable.

Jin Wei caught a glimpse of blue—the color he loved most. She already knew: Jesse had returned.

Yan Ziyu was puzzled and asked why he wouldn’t contact her directly but had to relay messages through others. Yet no one couldI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.