Chapter 212: Leading the Team on a Three-Thousand-Li Retreat, Reorganization (0.94W)

Mingzhu wasn’t surprised, as if she’d expected it; she sneered: “Hmph, old thing, dare you play dumb with me? Looks like you’re tired of living.” She collected the remaining pills and turned to leave.

“Don’t worry, my lord, I’ll definitely leave this place—it’s a nightmare to me, how could I possibly stay?” The beast stared at her with pleading eyes, as if afraid she wouldn’t believe him.

He curled his index finger into a ring and tapped it twice against the stone tabletop, a warning to Gu Yunxi.

After Wu You left the room, Lanmuxue picked up the bone whistle in her hand, then gazed out the window, lost in thought.

Gu Yunxi walked while looking around, imagining how beautiful this place would be in midsummer.

At this moment, Lin Moran appeared to be listening intently, but in truth he was lost in daydreams—he hadn’t heard a single word Master He had said.

“Since I saved you, I’ve already dealt with them all!” Qin Shi admitted without modesty; from the moment she saved this black-masked man, she too had become entangled in trouble.

Faintly, one could hear the wails of the dead, see countless heads rolling to the ground, and sense black death-energy drifting through the void.

Due to Qing Fei’s pregnancy, she needed bed rest and must not overexert herself; Zeng Niannian came every day to visit Qing Fei, trying to cheer her up and ensure she remained in good spirits.

“Master, then we’ll take our leave,” Li Yun nodded to the old monk before pulling Li Xiaoxiao behind him, with Lin Leng following closely, as they slowly walked out of the temple.

Gao Ying’s every word now was carefully planned; she was 95 percent certain Luo Ji would respond with an excited tone: “I know, but I won’t interfere in your affairs,” or something similar.

When Zhi Die marries in, Luoyang and the capital are far from the emperor’s reach—she can’t be allowed to suffer.

Tai Xu Emperor: My lady, this face mask will make you younger and more beautiful. Just lend me something—even just a bottle.

“Xueli, have you taken the pregnancy tonic? If not, you can’t eat.” Ma Pazi suddenly remembered this.

She wanted to carefully observe who exactly lived in these Daoist temples—and what excuse could she use to get them to send a message to her family?

After eating, Han Ya lazily sat in the makeup room chair, waiting for the hairstylist to care for her hair.

“Alright, take a break for now—I’ll come back later.” Pei Mocheng understood Mu Anqing’s meaning and stopped pressing further.

He sat eagerly before Jiuyou, but just as Jiuyou was about to leave, Shen Yuan’s two knees pinched her skirt.

There are few in this world worthy of having tea poured by his own hand—and yet this person showed no gratitude, continuing to speak as if determined to drive him mad.

Well, this is great—got no advantage, lost a lot of cultivation, and now I’m at the Golden Core stage of a human immortal, where even a demon can take human form but cannot shape its head.

“But you’re still binding me—do you really want me to passively accept everything about you?” Hua Xu stepped back, her gaze falling on herself—ropes bound her tightly, immobilizing her.

This was a hill about two hundred meters high, entirely covered in apple trees; in the cold season, just after the Spring Festival, the farmers hadn’t yet climbed the hill to till the land.

After finishing Mu Hua’s design, it was nearly noon; he checked his watch, then strode straight to Wu Xinqin’s room.

“Here, drink the medicine—be careful, it’s hot.” Xiang Xiatao handed him the bowl of medicine, blowing gently on it.

Li Yifeng heard this and burst out laughing, then gave Wu Xin a sharp tap on the forehead, exasperated.

This room was extremely quiet; Mu Siyue had been turning on the TV as soon as she woke up these past days, just to fill the house with some sound and avoid such cold silence.

Bian Lady relaxed, exhaling deeply. She’d thought it was something serious—turns out she just wanted to assert dominance and steal her spotlight. She’d thought the woman was so self-important, aloof and proud, but in the end, she was just like this. For now, she’d let her have her way—see how long her arrogance would last.

Ni Haimo had wanted to say more, but seeing Chen Yanqing frozen in place, he couldn’t bring himself to say another word—only sighed, rubbing his aching temples, and spoke.

He still couldn’t believe Hua Xu was capable of such a thing; in his eyes, she had no reason to do it.

“What are you doing? Let go!” Mu Siyue was suddenly hugged from behind and screamed in fright.

“There are three passages here—how should we choose?” Zhang Cheng was uncertain about which path to take; though the Night King hadn’t undergone the Crimson Gate trial, he’d been here before and should know something.

Master Shangping stared at the two spirit herbs, his eyes gleaming—they were exactly what he’d dreamed of obtaining. After taking them, he hesitated whether to ask further; if these herbs were stolen, they’d become a permanent burden—but without knowing their origin, how could he rest easy?