Chapter 105: Bound

Her soft call of “older brother” sent a shiver through Xu Yancheng’s heart.

He turned and pulled her onto his lap. “However you want to play?”

Lin Lu nodded. The words were already out; now she could only steel herself and go through with it.

Then she heard Xu Yancheng say, “The way you are, you’re suited for...”

...

Zhang Yun grinned. Seeing that Ye Xuan’s condition had improved a little, he stepped inside, glancing around before finally fixing his eyes on the direction of the bathroom. Though he only lingered on it for a few seconds, Ye Xuan noticed exactly where his attention had gone. Remembering what had happened earlier in the bath, she glared at him in fury.

The Ghost Sovereign lazily drifted to the cloud chair. The heavenly realm’s cloud masses were not only pure white, but their soft, yielding touch and the comfort of lying within them so easily luring one into deep repose had made them beloved among the immortals.

Lan Li did not bother to read Moonless’s expression. She simply helped him sit up, propped a pillow behind his back, and let him lean against the bed.

Making friends with an eye to gain and profit only invites hurt in return; treating others with sincerity, however, makes true friendship easier to find.

In truth, besides feeling annoyed with himself for wanting to tell Yang Kong and Ling Jie about the situation, Lin Bo was also annoyed at why he had said it aloud, why he had spoken the words “Kaiyou, I found him” beside Jiang Kaiyou. Otherwise, even Jiang Kaiyou, the one who was meant to cut the cake, would have been gone.

Huang Kun continued the treatment, bringing out acupuncture and massage, but none of it had the slightest effect. His expression grew grim. For the first time, he felt that Fang Zhiyun’s illness had slipped beyond his control, beyond his ability to cure.

The truths revealed by fables remain unchanged through the ages, and the same contradictory tale had now befallen the gu refiners of Miao territory.

No one knew how long they waited before Tang Yiren suddenly felt a surge of force rushing at her from directly ahead. The path before her sloped steeply downward, and now it seemed as though something were launching a frontal assault against her.

Seeing this, Liu Junlin did not linger any longer. “Don’t try anything clever. I know every move you make.” Leaving the emperor, who stood there in shock, Liu Junlin led Xiangzi out.

Ninefold radiance, anchored upon the Heavenly Origin Sword, surged violently toward the ground. With thunderous blasts, the earth trembled, and soon huge cracks began to appear across the surface, spreading slowly until they reached Wei Jiu’s heels.

Arsenal’s football had thus been swiftly switched from the left touchline all the way to the attacking area on the right flank.

“But then I’d be impossible to look at...” Feng Wuxin said bitterly, glancing at Xuan Yuan Cangqiong. Thinking of Bai Yuxue’s face from earlier, he shuddered.

Demons were different. Most of them had their own territories, and aside from going out to seek what they needed, they spent most of their time within their own realms, cultivating there.

“You’re really not cute. If you like it, just say so.” Yue Qianqian stuck out her tongue at him, then went on sewing the second one.

Only when a true cultivator slipped into the moat did they finally understand how terrifying that river truly was.

Without the proper equipment, he simply followed the exercises in the manual, along with those awkward, yoga-like movements, to train his muscles.

The manual for temporary workers was an astonishing thing as well; the contents within it actually kept changing.

“Auntie, may I ask, does Brother Qin Lang live here?” Then a familiar voice nearly made her leap into the air. Xie Yihan— it was actually Xie Yihan. How had she come here? Why was she knocking at this door?

At the very least, its ashes were still inside. Besides, the jar was engraved with a certain formation, and after so many years, the jar and the old ghost were probably already merged into one. If anything happened to the jar, that old ghost would certainly not fare well either.