Volume One, Chapter 53: What Are You Imagining? They’re Both Respectable People!

This was specially chosen by Qin Yi for Wen Zhi. Yesterday, when she wore it, it didn’t feel awkward at all, so why did it seem so uncomfortable today?

Wen Zhi’s face flushed bright red. Just as she reached for the lingerie on the bed, Shen Nianchi wheeled himself into the room.

There was no time for her to hide.

But with her injuries still unhealed, and needing to care for Mo Yunluo’s wounds, how could she possibly endure a punishment of fifty lashes at this moment?

Hua Mingzhou shouted, “Who goes there?” The masked men offered no response, each gripping their weapons and pressing forward relentlessly.

Barely avoiding a fatal stab to the throat, a bead of blood appeared, stark against her porcelain-white neck.

Sakaski’s arm billowed with thick smoke as molten lava dripped down, scorching a hole in the floor beneath him.

Was he trying to let the whole world know that the dignified Princess of Chen had stooped to fighting like a commoner, so as to utterly disgrace the Chen family’s reputation?

One by one, they climbed into the cars. As they started to drive off, a phone rang. Ye Tang immediately hung up.

An elder nearby, seeing this, tried to launch an attack on Fang Qinghui from another direction. Xu Anqing, even more gifted than his older brother, was the future of the Blood Moon Sect. If he died here, the elder would have no way to explain upon returning.

They say love changes people. At first, he didn’t believe it, but looking at his close friend now, he was utterly convinced.

In the dense forest, a shadowy figure blended eerily into the overlapping darkness of the trees. The three from Lanyuan had no inkling; the figure quietly settled beside Shi Meng.

Xino wasn’t from the Dink clan—she longed for children of her own. She dreamed of finding a man she loved and having an adorable baby.

“What is a Well Soul? What kind of ghost is the Jade Spirit?” Long Yang was not only anxious but filled with worry.

Just last night, Du Gui had used a connection through a familiar mahjong parlor owner to enter an underground casino. He struck it rich and won hundreds of millions… or so he claimed.

Yang You glanced at the faint, translucent specters surrounding them. If these war souls were to be resurrected, it would truly be a dire situation.

He activated the Transformation Technique, forcing his strength to dive deeper. With his body’s current limits, descending several hundred meters further would push him to the edge. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over him.

If Chen Xuan could genuinely survive the pursuit of the Xuanhao Alliance, then today’s sacrifices would yield a hundredfold return, perhaps even surpassing the achievements of his predecessors.

After taking about twenty steps forward, a sudden chorus of croaking frogs erupted within the formation, like distant thunder crashing, making his head spin and stomach churn. The toxic, dazzling light within the array writhed and surged violently.

The scruffy Taoist paid no mind, allowing Huang Chen to dash off, a strange smile flickering across his face.

Whether blessing or curse, Long Yang felt he had hit the jackpot. Moreover, he could enter this two-dimensional world once every month. Possessing such an ability was like winning the grand prize with an unexpected bonus—a surprise after a misfortune.

The old goat hadn’t come to pick me up—how lonely. Xie Tong grimaced as the autumn wind scattered dry leaves at his feet. With a heavy sigh, he took a step forward, deciding to return alone.

In Jin Ren’s heart, there was no better solution. Forget preserving the village’s faith; simply keeping everyone’s livelihood intact was his greatest hope.

As she spoke, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes. To dare steal future mother-in-law’s wallet in the imperial capital—wasn’t that slapping her own face?

Hei Tu waved carelessly, his beautiful eyes fixed intently below the window. The battle intent in his gaze was almost tangible.