Chapter 611: The Flowers Are in Full Bloom

Tang Tang carried the bowl into the living room and saw Shen Siyuan sitting on the sofa chatting with Ruan Hongzhuang.

She immediately ran over, squeezing in beside Shen Siyuan so she wouldn’t be robbed.

Shen Siyuan was slightly surprised—why had this little thing suddenly clung to him again?

But he quickly understood: Dou Dou and Duo Duo had run in from the balcony.

“Have you finished everything?” Shen Siyuan asked.

The two little ones shook their heads together; Tang Tang saw

“Have all matters been settled?” Liu Bei asked eagerly. “Our forces are now well-trained, our supplies abundant, our talent plentiful—can we now seize Jingzhou?”

Then, with a loud “bang,” Hu Hong Dao Ren’s left arm shattered into nothingness.

After a long while, his consciousness slowly returned; his dark eyes gradually shifted as he propped himself up on the bed, trying to roll over and sit up—only to find both hands stiff and unresponsive.

Zhao Xuan felt a flicker of shock. Though he knew the Seven Stars Hall was real, he had never heard it was split into nine parts.

As a spirit pet, I knew it understood me. After relocking it and hiding it among the shrubs, I headed toward the northwest courtyard. Ren Qiancang and Bao Ye had gone to inspect the well—I didn’t know how they planned to deal with any new paper dolls that might appear in Wu Guang’s room.

Looking at the fully prepared gallery, An Mo Ran’s eyes suddenly grew damp; something called emotion stirred and fermented in her chest.

The golden bead emitted a faint purple-gold radiance; then a crack appeared, and an arm reached out—followed by another arm. In that instant, the entire bead shattered, revealing a faint purple-gold human silhouette.

Zhao Ming saw her blush and drew close, pulling a jade bracelet from his chest. “This belonged to my late wife; she passed seven years ago. The Zhao family has no son to carry on the ancestral rites—if you won’t reject me…” He gently took her hand and slid the bracelet onto her wrist as he spoke.

The Heavenly Demon had opened his mouth to speak, but upon hearing Shi Hua’s words, he nearly collapsed to his knees—he raised his massive hand and slapped Shi Hua flying.

In the path of cultivation, strength always reigns supreme; the weak must unconditionally obey the strong.

A black stone fell, swallowing a large cluster of white stones; Jin Zhihao froze. “You can speak openly, like in a detention center,” Ma Si Luo said, flicking his hand.

As for the issue of too many people being born—it wasn’t a problem for cultivation clans. What was it but a few extra mouths to feed?

This person’s soft, gloved hand tugged at my sleeve, drifting before me.

Then, the boy didn’t move his steps—but extended his hand again. They couldn’t see how he pulled the falling Juji back into his grasp, but what came next was even more astonishing.

Afterwards, Hua Luolan led the children, guided by Hua Jingkai, toward Wang Ergou’s house in the western village.

“The food’s not bad,” I muttered, then immediately regretted it—I never wanted to touch curry rice again in my life.

As the two lingered together, the battle within the folded region of the Ge Desert grew fiercer.

Everyone scrambled to find their spots, some hopeful, some anxious, then all instinctively glanced to see who ranked first.

Perhaps her odd behavior drew many stares. Ji An’an, usually the class beauty, was never gentle—but who would expect such a vicious expression from her?

“What are you, to tell me to leave?” Li Tian glanced at He Jin. Hearing Li Tian’s words, He Jin was speechless, glancing helplessly at the boss beside him.

The day after Zhao Yun’an left the capital, Tan Zong also returned to the imperial estate with Zhao Yuzhao; on the same day Tan Zong departed, Su Jin boarded a southbound passenger ship with Qiao Yu, Qin Yu, and others—Su Jin planned to first meet Shi Shi and Man Luo in Yangzhou, then return to Nanjing, for Nanjing was her home.