Chapter 232: Nighttime Cultivation

Shen Siyuan and Ruan Hongzhuang strolled around for a while, then watched a boring movie, and after going home they fooled around for a bit.

By now Ruan Hongzhuang was utterly exhausted, her whole person drowsy and heavy, barely holding on.

"You go to sleep first, I'm going out for a bit."

Shen Siyuan reached out and gently stroked her cheek.

Her flushed cheeks were even slightly hot to the touch.

Ruan Hongzhuang forced her eyes open, wanting to ask where he was going.

Moving closer, she realized that not every tree was actually so densely packed with blossoms — there was still some layering; it was just that the peach grove followed the lay of the land, and from a distance it looked as though they were piled together, giving the impression of such a riotous flourish.

Originally, in the eastern part of the continent, there was no longer anyone who could match Li Zhao Tianyu, and Li Zhao Tianyu had lived a peaceful year — but the heavens bring unexpected storms, and men have sudden misfortunes; unexpectedly, a Sikong Yao suddenly appeared and wrecked all of it.

Xue Lin finally understood — Han Sidao was determined to hand Xiang'er over to the old madam to raise. And if she truly couldn't bear to part with him, insisting on keeping her son by her side, then she shouldn't expect her husband to so much as glance her way.

Zhai Kui, just as before, his fist with bulging veins, came whistling through the air, carrying terrifying force, and slammed into Zhuang Lin's palm. After a brief stalemate, under the gaze of everyone, his burly body, without any warning, was sent flying backward.

Taishang Laojun abruptly halted his steps, thinking the situation had taken a turn for the better, and stared intently at Bing Feng. He had come here today, hadn't even gotten the chance to state his terms to Bing Feng before being chased away by him — that was truly an embarrassing matter.

"No, no, Qin Yiran, listen to my explanation!" Yang Jiao shouted loudly, protesting his innocence; in his heart he had already cursed that ghost to within an inch of its life — that bastard had deliberately framed him.

Then a shocking scene unfolded: from the gorge of Thread of Zhao Zhao Tianyu came a tremendous rumbling, and immediately the stone walls on either side of the gorge began to spread outward, and then a broad, grand avenue appeared before Yuan Shuai and the others.

"... Think again — at the market today, did you see anyone carrying this kind of incense?" A tall, thin servant beside Yao Wu refused to give up and asked once more.

But Qin Yu, looking at these things at night, could see them perfectly clearly; even if the Second Elder ran far away, these eyes of his could still see him.

Hearing Han Junxi say this, the dark-skinned man rather regretted having kicked his leg over — but in this world, is there any medicine of regret for sale?

"If the surgery is done in time, the patient won't have any problems; afterward, just a little care will do," Jiang Jialan heard the doctor's words, and at that moment she braced herself and took a few steps forward: "Then, doctor, about the cost..."

After applying the medicine, Li Guying took a blanket out of the bundle, ignoring Fu Yaxin's protests, and wrapped her up tightly, afraid she would catch cold again.

Then the tightly shut door of the blacksmith's shop opened, and a fellow only half the height of an adult walked out carrying a pile of strange musical instruments.

Wu Yishuang cursed viciously in her heart: Huafeng Mountain, you beast, just how many lives have you taken?

Apollo's sun-chariot ran back and forth across the sky several times; every time it passed over the camp, Gao Qian would hear the excited cheers of the demigods beside him, and when the chariot departed, sighs of disappointment.

Lan Jinyi seized the moment when the other man gripping her hand was stunned, and bit down viciously on his arm, holding on tight.

Lan Jinyi was rather dumbfounded — could Li Jingyu have gone mad from the cold? He actually admitted his whole family were blockheads, and what was even stranger was that he was smiling so happily at this moment. If he weren't so tall, Lan Jinyi would have been unable to stop herself from reaching for his forehead to see if he had a fever.

An An's voice cut off abruptly; she could have bitten her own tongue off — what was she saying? Next time?