Chapter 67: Never Going Back Again

Wen Caiqing paused for two seconds, speaking a bit awkwardly, "Auntie knows she shouldn't always bother you, but when Xiaoyi's wound hurts... she keeps asking to see you... Could you find some time to visit her?"

"Aunt Su, I'm abroad right now, I can't come over."

...

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves above, casting down enough nourishment for these poisonous plants to flourish. Now, all the Fragrant Seeds had bloomed and borne fruit, fully ripened.

Yet, in this world, there are not so many what-ifs. Liu Yansong coldly activated the killing formation and, sword in hand, strode into its midst. Without the slightest hesitation, empowered by the force of thunder, he unleashed a furious barrage of lightning.

At that very moment, the Flame of the Scorching Sun and the white orb of light surged forth at once, colliding with fierce momentum.

"Ah... but I just feel the price for this is too high! I know the subway project in Binhai can shelter five million people, but are we truly to leave four million outside? Isn't that just slaughter?" Lieutenant Luo shook his head in pain.

Yet the treasured sword seemed rooted in place; no matter how hard Huo Taokou tried, he could not pry it from Liu Yansong's fingers.

This basic potion must first be scalding, hot enough to redden the bones, so the temperature must be maintained. In contrast, the potion Chu Mingqiu was brewing now did not require such strict temperature control.

His gaze gradually became solemn and resolute. He stepped forward, gently tucking Origa’s exposed jade arms and slender legs beneath the quilt, covering her carefully, as though afraid she might suffer the slightest harm.

Suddenly, Jiang Mingyuan let out a piercing, wretched scream, collapsing to the ground and rolling in agony.

"Yes!" Xie Xuansu was so aggrieved she wanted to cry, but with her master already angry, she dared not utter another word. Helpless, she glanced nervously at Liu Yansong, then quickly lowered her head and retreated to the side.

A long, long time passed before Orange seemed to recover, but now her voice carried an indescribable exhaustion.

Qing Yu raised her hand, sending a gust of palm wind as a resounding slap landed mercilessly on Lan Ruo’s face, leaving a vivid red mark on one cheek.

Qing Yu took the healing salve, tore the strip of fabric she had pulled from her clothes into bandages, and produced a fresh handkerchief. She poured the medicine onto Xia Chuyi’s wound, pressed it with the folded handkerchief, then bound it with the fabric, wrapping it around Xia Chuyi’s shoulder and tying it off.

Quan Jingcheng, a bit surprised as well, walked over with measured steps. Seeing her figure disappear behind the door, he leaned casually against the wall, waiting.

"How long has it been?" Shen Jianchuan asked. Though able to move again, he was still far less agile than before, his body gaunt and thin.

After Duan Shaoan was arrested, Bai Xinlan fared no better. Although his knife had not pierced a vital spot, her arm was temporarily useless, and she dared not make any sudden moves. Once she was in the hospital, she wept and screamed incessantly.

And the reason he acted this way was most likely because... he knew her. He knew that if he revealed his intentions from the start, she would never give him another chance. So Ayao had to lure her in first... In the end, it was simply because he liked her.

Song Keke lowered her eyes, her fair, slender fingers releasing the teacup she had set down. She herself held another cup, steaming with just the right warmth, and quietly seated herself across from Gu Yi.