Chapter 569: Possessiveness Has Awakened

To be fair, Jiang Nian had also seen Xu Qianqian's wardrobe.

I have to say, the girl's wardrobe really does smell nice. The moment I opened it, I felt a bit overwhelmed, dazzled by everything inside.

Later, he realized Xu Qianqian had violently squeezed his neck.

He couldn't catch his breath.

On the way home, the streetlights glowed dim yellow.

"Xu Qianqian," Jiang Nian stopped his shuffling steps and turned to look at her, "what kind of sachet did you put in your wardrobe?"

Hearing this, Xu Qianqian

After dinner, snowflakes began drifting outside again. Wu Mian leaned against the soft couch in the outer room, wrapped in a blanket, listening to Lin Shui and the others talk.

Too many years had passed—eighty years—not enough for seas to become mulberry fields, but enough for people in this world to forget many things.

Wu Rui analyzed seriously: Liu Bang could command his generals and make them give their all; Han Xin could lead troops, the more the better; Peng Yue charged into battle no less bravely than Ying Bu; if he carried the great righteousness of the Han Emperor, breaking Huainan would not be difficult.

Murong Yan frowned deeply, turned back, and saw a figure in black-and-red robes—Wu Ming.

After taking the beating, the bodyguards hurriedly followed Qi Xiaohu away; Qi Xiaohu, who had watched his own bodyguards get beaten, was utterly speechless, feeling utterly frustrated and aggrieved to the extreme.

Shen Zhiyi's heart jolted—Mother seemed different somehow, or rather, this was Mother's true self.

After becoming an official, his luck was absurdly good: wherever he went, the weather was favorable; his superiors got promoted, and his own achievements came to him automatically.

When Xu Tianyu arrived at the café, he found Luo Yunchu clearly acting as if she'd been partnered with her previous shift's colleague for a long time, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

In her ex-husband's mind, even if he wasn't chosen, the other men present—though slightly inferior to him—could still barely give Chi Miaomiao happiness.

After two hundred years of covert development, their current strength could barely match that of ordinary Death Gods.

Tang Qiqi tentatively called out; the man facing away slowly turned around—it was Gu Yuan, no doubt.

This time, Tang Qiqi did not dodge but gripped his hand back, even scratching his palm.

In the chaos of the hidden corridor battle, there were no rules to begin with—so how could there be talk of ambush? Besides, this level of attack was far gentler than assassinations outside.

Gu Yuan's deep voice sounded; Tang Qiqi froze, stiffly turning her head to look at the person beside her.

So he had indeed been completely convinced by Ye Chenfeng's theory as expected, and faintly sensed Ye Chenfeng's thoughtful intentions, and how much pressure he had carried over the years under so much criticism.

As for the snake in his arms, he pulled it out and simply tossed it into the adjacent room, with no intention of harming it.

Later, when he went down the mountain on an errand, he happened to meet Hong'er of the Xiu Luo Palace; the Xiu Luo Palace people generally had no good face for men, and Hong'er was no different—she initially paid little attention to Xiao Kai.

Liu Xunxiang was surprised: ever since he learned of the Evil Cultivators, all he'd heard was that they were utterly wicked, hunted by all, and suffered terribly—he had never heard this before.

Tang Qiqi's heart felt itchy, like being scratched by claws—again! Why did the god always say such vague things? Didn't he know her brain wasn't that sharp?

But this wasn't a long-term solution, because she didn't have many high-grade demonic cores to begin with, and being trapped in the formation meant she couldn't replenish them; if things continued like this, the formation would soon collapse from lack of energy.

Gu Zhenyu's mouth twitched—this kid, could he be any more pitiful? Could he be any more self-pitying?

Qin Su shrugged, stepped back, and activated the recording function on his wristwatch—he was curious about this thing that had fallen from the sky.

He thought the old eunuch had returned because the Emperor had sent him to investigate whether Liang family's probationary martial disciples had infiltrated the exam—and he broke into a cold sweat. But when Eunuch Zhou said he needn't worry about him, he finally calmed down.