Chapter 823

One Hundred and Sixty-Nine: Sibling Embrace 【Beginning of the Month, Requesting Monthly Tickets!】

Inside the tavern opposite Red Dust Inn.

At a table by the corner window, the air was quiet, sharply contrasting the bustle elsewhere in the main hall.

If anyone took notice, they would see a delicate-faced, coldly elegant young Daoist nun extending her small hand into the bosom of a fearsome one-eyed giant, her actions intimate and tender.

Under the watchful eyes of the Fang sisters, Ouyang Rong and Huang Xuan exchanged glances.

Inside the tavern opposite Red Dust Inn.

At a table by the corner window, the air was quiet, sharply contrasting the bustle elsewhere in the main hall.

If anyone took notice, they would see a delicate-faced, coldly elegant young Daoist nun extending her small hand into the bosom of a fearsome one-eyed giant, her actions intimate and tender.

Under the watchful eyes of the Fang sisters, Ouyang Rong and Huang Xuan exchanged glances.

“I didn’t expect you to have such a bloodline boundary,” Bai’s body slowly dissolved into the mirror, his tone as detached as ever.

The large group arrived before Yellow Crane Tower; Huang Yan smiled and stepped forward to greet Min Fengshan and others. Tai Xi ben frowned slightly upon seeing Huang Yan, as if grasping something. Jian Liang and Huang Yan exchanged knowing smiles; Min Fengshan, Xie Guyan, and the rest could not hide their astonishment.

When he was young, his father always boasted he would seek revenge on those who had hurt him emotionally.

“Yao Xia, come here.” Yao De called her to his side; as Yao Xia approached, she cast a sidelong glance at Xuan Hai.

A wave of laughter rose from below; everyone there was from Dongcheng, some even knew each other. Seeing this outsider Qin Song steal the spotlight, they were seething—but what could they do? Who had the money like him? Now watching Qin Song being humiliated by Jin Faguang, their delight was beyond words.

Watching Jin Faguang remain calm, even not glancing at him, Guo Jiping exploded in rage: “Do you think I won’t kill you right now?” He shoved his blade forward—the sharp tip hovered mere inches from Jin Faguang’s throat. They said this sword was razor-sharp, could sever hair with a breath—wouldn’t a thrust to the throat be fatal?

“Your cheeks are flushed—are you thinking of your boyfriend?” Qi Qi pinched Zhu Yan’s cheek.

“You’ve realized it, but…” Kakashi spoke calmly after Naruto learned the truth, and his next words left them deep in thought.

Soft as boneless silk—that was Jin Faguang’s first impression. He lightly pressed his fingers against Song Ci’s palm, a sly smile curling at his lips.

Zhan Zhao was not so fortunate. After shoving Miao Ruolan out, he tried to retreat—but it was too late. The entire time tunnel melted like ice, and the explosive force of the dissolving vortex hurled him away.

All the hopes of the past month turned to bubbles, vanishing in an instant. Just as life had brightened again, offering her the hope of rebirth, it ended before it even began.

The faint sting on her cheek brought her back to herself. Zhao Mingyue heard Chi Liexuan’s lips, slightly withdrawn, murmur, “Don’t forget to breathe,” before they sealed hers again.

When Sheng Ge saw him, her face flushed crimson. In Henghe Apartment, she kept a set of pajamas in the bathroom; just now, she’d instinctively gone to bathe—only to realize she hadn’t brought clothes.

“What are you thinking about so early?” Rong Jin pulled her closer, then closed his eyes again, feigning sleep.

Zhuang Qingrou tugged at her facial muscles, offering a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her gaze drifted slowly from her to the plain wooden stool beside her leg, brushing it repeatedly with her handkerchief before sitting down with graceful poise.

When he carried her to bed, Qian Qing instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Suddenly recalling that fat bastard—the one Yuan Qingying warned me about—back at Mao’s hideout, he swindled me out of several hundred silver taels. The aura radiating from these two bore a faint resemblance.

Under such conditions, he still did that to her—truly worse than a beast.

As Yang Yu roared, a sudden chill ran down his back. He turned—and saw a tall soldier in a white robe snatch up a spear from the ground and thrust it straight through his spine.