Chapter 162

Chen Yan’s requested clothing was given to him.

After the female monster left, she returned quickly, tossing a stinking pile of fur at Chen Yan and saying, “Don’t try to run.”

Then, this seemingly simple-minded female monster departed, but clearly, the door had been locked.

Chen Yan sat on the pile of dry twigs, hugging the bundle in his hands.

Even if Bei Bei knew the Empress Dowager well and had a close relationship with her, that was a secret no one else knew—and these people certainly didn’t know.

But the old man’s white jade prayer beads now hung above her head, circling as if ready to strike down at any moment.

Yet beneath the flowers and grass, the black mist was completely suppressed. The enormous plants swayed, flinging the black mist entirely apart.

Yet now, they still remained within a forest. If the towering trees of the Dragon Armor Mountains blocked out the sky, at least sunlight still filtered through to the ground.

“...” As dust drifted down, Yen Wang clearly saw many contemptuous glances directed at him.

Only in middle age did he find her, drifting down the river, and still used her embroidery skills to support her.

Didn’t he just boil them a bowl of noodles? Was that wrong? To blame him for their hunger and speak to him like this—has kindness really earned no reward in this age?

Li Qingshan’s face flushed red; this guy was usually shameless beyond measure, but such moments were rare.

Yu Jie’s expression was strange; his subordinates stared at him with wide eyes, leaving him deeply embarrassed. He grabbed Nie Rou’s arm: “Come with me!” and dragged her out.

Xia Mengning did not dodge; she silently gathered power in her left palm and struck the approaching black-clothed man.

The lynx-rabbit lifted its head to look at her, curled its body, climbed onto her shoulder, and snuggled against her.

“Qi, you’re awake.” Seeing her stir, he smiled at her, let out a long breath, as if the weight hanging in midair had finally settled.

“Go.” Ling Mo turned away, leaning against the railing, relaxed and calm. Moonlight spilled over him, giving an unreal impression.

“Ning Yuanlan, you’re normal now...” Mu Wanti’s face was deathly pale, clearly terrified.

The moonlight tonight was beautiful, summer’s stars numerous, the night breeze gently blowing away the heat of midsummer. Lian Rong sat on the balcony’s hanging basket, holding her phone, swaying softly, waiting for Ling Xi’s call.

Li Zhichen tossed one to Ye Jingsi; she caught it and continued forward. The Fire Attendant tossed his hand upward, and a flame sprang into existence before him, following along.

Liao Xiuzhang sat to the side; dawn had not yet broken, the room dim. In the faint light, his face appeared lonely, yet his demeanor was steady, his movements restrained—remarkably similar to his father’s, seven or eight parts alike.

Long Jianfei chuckled, “Relax, we’re not the flashy type,” and hung up his phone.

Moreover, he felt this thought was utterly reliable—otherwise, how could an iceberg ever melt, let alone slowly rise like the morning sun?

“We didn’t study animals in high school—we studied human anatomy. The biology lessons in junior high were different from yours.” Zhu Xiaojie mocked himself but couldn’t resist showing off.

Either bet on Taiyi winning, or bet on Taiyi losing. At this moment, there was no third choice! With every additional wager the gods placed, the Three Pure Ones’ faces grew heavier.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes—and they were red. Not the same red as the Sharingan; if anyone here knew, they’d recognize it as the color of sunset red.