Chapter 103: From Now On, You Are Mine

She couldn’t help crying out, then bit her lips tight, yet soft moans still spilled uncontrollably onto the pillow.

She turned to look at Tang Ruyan, who sat motionless, her beautiful eyes fixed on Jiang Ruixuan, as if lost in thought, her face pale—perhaps frightened by the imperial edict’s contents. He too had been startled.

But even so, it was enough to draw the gaze of the instructor, whose entire being radiated icy chill, toward him.

Fortunately, they encountered no particular crisis, and their courage grew; seeing a place guarded by a barrier, they assumed treasures lay within and stormed in without hesitation. Yet the moment they entered, they triggered traps, and half their number—already few—were lost.

Xuejian, frail from illness, had survived a brush with death; though alive, the physician said she had not yet shaken off the threat of death, could not rid her body of the poison in the short term, and could only slowly “plan for it.”

Of course, he would never lend these troops under any circumstances. First, few people could make Jiang Ruixuan come to him for aid—Zhan Hen, for instance, was no man to be trifled with; second, if two powerful forces clashed and checked each other, he would be the fisherman, at worst a spectator watching the show.

Eyes tightly shut, ink-black tresses danced in the wind, her plain white robes fluttered, golden light swirling around her—Ye Ling looked like a celestial deity descending, stirring the hearts of all who watched.

He sharply questioned the young man blocking his path, but upon meeting those deep, ink-green eyes, he inexplicably recoiled, standing obediently with the others.

It has always been this way: only when lost do you realize regret, only then do you learn to cherish, only then do you understand that such loss is a pain too great for life to bear.

Although the volume of this Heavenly Elemental Embryo far exceeded the previous one, Lin Yang’s current strength handled it far more easily and swiftly than before—he didn’t even need his physical form to enter the Xuan Yuan Space; the moment his will entered, the space’s power gathered instantly, beginning to shatter the massive rocks surrounding the Heavenly Elemental Embryo.

The organization’s leader was “Dragon, Chief of Thieves,” with the “Four Heavenly Kings of Thieves” aiding him.

Tokyo Metropolitan Police’s superior cursed over the radio, issuing a forced order; the helicopter that had retreated a hundred meters had no choice but to turn its nose and fly over shakily.

As long as he had already refined most of the medicinal power and fully understood its three properties.

“This is when I should live and eat with them,” Zhu Da replied simply. Chang Kai wanted to urge him further, but from these few words he sensed something, and smiled, saying he’d stay behind to keep company. Zhu Da refused, because Chang Kai still needed to procure supplies within the city to send over.

“They say only the mansions of great lords have these silver ingots—passed down for generations, never meant to be spent. Who’d have thought we’d get one today? I’ll pass it on to my descendants!” a cart driver exclaimed, caressing the ingot with trembling hands.

“Sir Gao, what nonsense—this old man is grateful for your Second Manager’s care, and has no other thoughts.” Xiang Bo, though coarse and straightforward, had spent decades mastering the art of social decorum.

A Ming Que envoy died right before the eyes of other nations’ elites—killed without a shred of mercy. Even if divine pills and immortal medicines appeared now, staring at that pool of blood, no one could save him.

If it had been anyone else, she would never have been so selfless, sacrificing herself for them—but this one had been poisoned protecting her, and… was Jing Yue’s brother.

“Dog? Are you arguing with a dog? Even if you argue with a dog, you can run fifty or sixty meters, right?” the traffic officer said flatly.

The phone buzzed incessantly; Sun Buqi glanced at it, frowned slightly, and slipped it quietly into his pocket.

Zhang Liang fled into Guangzong City, the gates slowly closing. Of the remaining four hundred Yellow Turban warriors, fewer than two hundred remained, fighting alone half a li away.

As long as the bandits don’t gain the people’s support, they’re just a rabble—Liu Fan wouldn’t take them seriously.

Fortunately, Liu Shuanzhu had a generous heart and didn’t hold grudges against Liu Fangshi; he continued hunting and working diligently as before.

Wang Daliang, having managed a factory of a thousand workers, understood theory and had practical experience—he had substance and spoke with authority.

Although he could also sense that the golden dragon above Ying Zheng radiated a terrifying aura, making one feel as if unable to breathe.

The ever-good-natured gentleman erupted in furious curses at a driver who changed lanes recklessly, transforming into a “road rage” type.

When Liu Ying married, Liu Fangshi had given her only one red cotton-padded jacket—nothing else.

“Not entirely clear—just aware of some things from your past, Master Ye,” Lu Liting said.

Half a month ago, Li Jue, Han Sui, and Ma Teng had sent their eloquent envoy Cheng Gong Ying, along with their generals Liang Xing and Yan Xing, and Ma Teng’s general Pang De, to persuade the Hu tribes to join them in battle.

“No need. Just keep them locked up—someone will show up eventually. Then we’ll know whose men they are. Don’t you think?” Li Xiang smiled at Changsun Wujie.