Volume 1, Chapter 59: You Gave the Hairpin I Gifted You to Someone Else?

As she stepped out of the shop with her newly purchased phone, the sky had grown slightly dim. Patches of gray clouds spread across the firmament, turning it the color of water used to rinse a dirty dishcloth—dreary and murky.

Princess Xiao felt terribly apologetic and quickly brought over a bowl of nourishing soup for him to drink, which slightly comforted Yin Qingyu's exhausted heart.

The day before yesterday, she had even told Mo Xue that she did not even know what the future held for the child. Just like today, if not for that single utterance of "Brother Qingyu," she wouldn't even know whether this child was still around.

After leaving, Xia Qingxiao removed the hairpin on the road and placed it inside an exquisite box; it was simply too flashy in its golden brilliance. If it were melted down for gold, it should fetch quite a bit. The craftsmanship of the hairpin was exquisite at first glance, a work of superlative skill.

"Multiple personality disorder?" A surprised male voice rang out at that moment. Ling Xiquan and Lu Xining looked toward the source of the sound to see Ye Qingting and Yin Junyu walking over.

Later, a heavy rain began to fall. Neither Xia Qi nor I had the heart to continue the conversation, so we each returned to our respective homes.

Outside the car window, a gentle breeze swept past, sending fallen leaves dancing through the long avenue of parasol trees—a scenery of no small beauty.

Beside them, Pei Qingyu answered a phone call, his expression shifting drastically. Forgetting about Mu Yingchen for the moment, he lowered his head and whispered something into her ear.

Sikong Yanyan sat behind the low couch without moving, watching Hanyue dive straight into the bed curtains, and couldn't help the corners of his lips curving upward.

The body-tempering technique of the Vajra Sect was meant to forge the physical body. Right now, Xia Luo's bones were as hard as iron. Of course, if a blade slashed across his body or a bullet struck him, he would still be injured and killed. However, ordinary punch momentum need not even dream of harming him.

"No one paid attention to you before because you lacked both strength and distinctiveness! But things are different now!" Young Master Su raised an eyebrow at the complying brothers.

Walking to the elevator lobby, Lin Feng saw that the "Entertainment Center" was on the eighth floor, so he walked into the elevator with both hands tucked into his pockets.

The carriage parked outside the imperial city gates appeared somewhat abrupt as the closing time of the palace gates approached. At that moment, the carriage curtain was slowly pulled open, and a young, handsome man dressed in an apricot-yellow robe stepped down, then took hold of the reins and led the carriage toward the city gates.

"I save my people, you kill your people. Even if we aren't friends, we had best not be enemies!" Wu Fan replied.

"One tael?" Chen Jingcang still wore a face of absolute disbelief. To him, perhaps one tael of silver and one tael of gold made no difference whatsoever. Having prepared himself to accept a lion's share demand from Li Dahong, Chen Jingcang found himself momentarily losing his composure.

"Are you not even the slightest bit unhappy? You might not be able to invest this time, shouldn't you, Old Bai, be deeply disappointed and weeping bitterly?" Old Jia asked curiously.

"No need, I might as well help you do some chores." Fang Yichen felt that black-and-white television wasn't very interesting to watch, and besides, there weren't many programs on TV nowadays.

Facing Hua Er's questioning, the divine official also wore an awkward expression, but what he could not refute was that the event had indeed occurred.

"Oh, give it a rest. Hurry up and cook, your hands are covered in grease yet you keep rubbing up against me." The old woman feigned a look of disgust.

The quicksand particles spread evenly across the bottom of the medicine cauldron suddenly vibrated, forming a vortex of quicksand that, within a few breaths, was absorbed by the seven-colored flower located at the center of the vortex.

If things continued this way, within twenty years, it was likely that the major martial arts universities would no longer admit children from ordinary families like them.

He looked up and clearly recognized the newcomer, someone he had only met once before. According to Liang Xueming, he was the Crown Prince of the Ye Kingdom.

A roaring sound of automobiles echoed by his ear, followed immediately by the clicking sound of a bullet being loaded into a rifle chamber.

For some reason, the weather over the past two days hadn't been very good—always overcast with biting cold winds blowing incessantly. Liang Xueyin never liked to cover herself with a blanket when sleeping at night; Ke Yanggui would always wake up suddenly in the middle of the night to tuck her in, but come morning, the blanket would invariably be on the floor once again.

They had dedicated their lives to the frontier. As for returning, ever since they arrived at the frontier, they had never once thought of going back.

"Go sit and play, I'll cook." He used his sleeve to gently wipe away a smudge of ash on her face, and finally gave her hair an affectionate ruffle.

These two Martial Kings had already achieved elemental materialization, just like the Hao family Martial King he had seen before, capable of directly gathering surrounding elements for their own use.

"Auntie, let's eat first. The illness will get better, it definitely will. My family has plenty of money, we will surely find a way to get you fully cured," Liang Xueyin said stubbornly.

Lin Feng was still only a Martial Master; although he could erupt with formidable offensive power, his stamina was lacking.

The old monk had white eyebrows and a white beard. Although he was already an octogenarian, his skin was as smooth as an infant's, and beneath his wide kasaya, his physique was robust and powerful.

Winter in Tokyo was always like this, filled with fluttering snow that left people with special memories and expectations of the season.

"Even if it's not you, I still like you, Xuanyuan Tianyu." Even before the glare of the finishing move, Yuki had already thrown herself into Xuanyuan Tianyu's embrace.

The pure white mobile suit suddenly sidestepped, and Strike's sword slash missed completely. Before Kira could retract his blade, Marie slashed at Strike's arm. Although it wasn't severed, the beam saber was knocked loose, and the pure white mobile suit caught it instantly.

"Don't rush, ask who it is first," Jiang Fan said calmly, because he sensed that the incoming person was at a very low cultivation realm, likely a servant of the Liu residence.

"What does that mean? Waves pounding the beach, flowing light and surging tides upon the sand?" Jiang Fan pondered.

This Qingfeng possessed very high martial prowess, at least a cut above Kou Zhong. After an intense battle, Kou Zhong, who had already defeated Shi Feixuan, was actually defeated by this young man named Qingfeng.

The Cold Crow felt the power flowing within her body; her willpower core merged with a torrent, and with every move, she seemed to wield the power to move mountains and drain seas. However, this torrent was somewhat out of tune with this world, causing her divine power to grow to legendary levels without being able to rouse the infinite might of heaven and earth like a true legendary domain.

Lin Zhennan was probably contemplating future events in his heart as well; clearly, the outlook was extremely unpromising. After uttering those words, he let out a long sigh, looking deeply troubled as he glanced around and spoke no more.

Seeing Marie's action, the man shuddered slightly and unconsciously touched his own neck. Kira also felt a chill run down his spine.

It easily gave rise to the notion that this city was simply not a place meant for the living. Perhaps only the ruins outside the valley were places where living people resided.

There were still some peas left at home. Without a word, Dou Qingyou put the peas to soak, told Diao Shi and Dou Erniang to handle the cooking, and busied herself making pea paste cakes.