Chapter 55: Making Things Difficult for Him

“What nonsense about life and death—you're a mother now, how can you still be so reckless?”
Shen Jin’s voice sounded behind her, startling Lu Qingqing. Did this scoundrel walk without making a sound?
She furrowed her brows, her gaze full of disdain.
“It has nothing to do with you, Brother,” Shen Ahuai spoke first…
Recalling the moment his cultivation increased last time, Lin Xiaotian’s eyes grew fervent as he glanced at Chu Yunyun nearby.
“You… what have you been doing outside this whole year? I was really worried about you… Xinmei, can you not leave anymore? I’m begging you!” Yun Niang grabbed Xia Xinmei’s hand, her voice trembling with emotion.
Sitting opposite He Banyu, she picked up another teacup, and thoughtfully poured out the remnants from his.
As expected, her blouse was nearly stripped off, and Nangong Yaoling buried his lips against her chest. His breathing grew heavy, then suddenly, his hand clamped around her neck.
Ming Qing swept her a cold glance, and when she met her gaze, returned a cryptic, chilling smile.
“Uh, Divine Lord… let’s talk calmly, please put away the sword…” Sensing danger, the black dragon hurried to the bracelet, blinking cutely with its bun-like eyes.
Because Lu Yuxi had just been rescued, all the lifeboats had already departed; only one helicopter remained, but it was good only for search and rescue, not for escape.
Yan Lie stepped out from the barrier, his oppressive presence making everyone gasp for breath—even Dugu Yeshang was no exception.
Now, Xiao Yi and his companions had transformed; they were no longer cowering grass dealers, but fashionable merchants, disguised as antique collectors.
Unable to sleep, he finally sat up, threw on his clothes, moved to the tea table, lit the oil lamp, and poured himself a cup of cold tea, sipping it slowly.
If Luo Wanxin hadn’t been manipulated by Ye Qingqing and Fei Tianqi to reveal Yun Yiyi’s blood type, he might already have found the blood type she needed, and wouldn’t have to pin his hopes on Qiao Bing now.
She still remembered seeing Qiao Bing gripping her child’s slender neck; the pain in her heart was like a knife, her breath stuck, her very bones and blood seethed with murderous intent.
Deep down, Haoning rejected it, but outwardly, he still had to feign concern and affection for Empress Shunyuan.
Her ethereal posture was indescribable—so light it seemed her feet didn’t touch the ground, as if she might soar on the wind. Especially those snowy, translucent feet, set off by the crimson cloth, appeared even more rounded and flawless, making An Jinpeng unsure where to rest his gaze; for a moment, he wished for several more pairs of eyes.
After seeing Yue Xia, Zi Wu revealed his true form on Spirit Mountain. He tried to summon the earth spirit with magic, waited for ages, but instead, only a spirit mole appeared.
Those gathered around Lu Mingxuan to toast all shivered involuntarily. Everyone feared the Fox of the Lu family, so none dared go too far; otherwise, if he “retaliated,” they’d pay dearly for it.
Is the Dream God involved in the chaos of the Demon Realm, or has she stayed out of it? Is she by the Demon Lord’s side, fighting in a bloody battle? Word was, the situation there was dire for the Demon Lord—if Dream God was there, would she be wounded, would she break through the encirclement?
Luo Qingyan kissed the children one by one, expressing her longing. Seeing them, her heart finally returned home from the battlefield, softening with relief.
“Because you’ve been sowing discord!” Qiao Bing, her eyes crimson with hate, stared directly at Yun Yiyi.
The melted crimson droplets rolled endlessly on his fingertips, as if some force pulled them along. Clearly dangerous, yet they never fell.
Accompanied by the cool early autumn breeze, Feng Qiye’s dark hair fluttered beside his ear. At the corner of the villa’s arch bridge, as Feng Qiye strolled over, Jin Liunian quietly approached from the other side.