Chapter 194: How Could a Fine Husband Like Me Be a Man Who Lives Off His Wife?

Jing Tian's beauty never loses its fragrance, Jing Tian's elegance never loses its composure, just like missing someone too long, Ouyang lost his radical.

Missing is emotion, the longer it lasts the richer it grows, until it begins to cling.

But meeting is wine, poured lightly, and a thick froth of bubbles rises at once.

That night, Beside Qi Hui Hui's lovesickness flared up, and so the clinging feeling turned into foam.

Late at night.

Beside Qi Hui Hui tilted his head back, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting from the Orion Arm's Gould Belt, the Local Bubble, the Oort—

Chu Yi picked up a stone and gently shook it; he could hear a faint sound from within, very muffled. He tried to hack at it with his true essence, but it didn't budge an inch.

Luocha racked his brains and couldn't figure it out — the Demon's ability to deceive was a power unique to the Heavenly Demons, the supreme means by which they ran rampant across the Black Domain; even the will of the world could be tricked by it.

The customers passing by glanced at the two of them, ignoring everyone else, walking in so intimately, and their faces showed all manner of disdain.

At first, she had no idea who the Ruo'er he spoke of was. It wasn't until one day, much later, that she happened to overhear people mention it. Back then, the husband and wife had been very much in love.

With the acceleration device, Yun Fan's speed was vastly greater than his own; in a single step he shot forward more than ten meters, and when he threw a punch, the air shrieked with a piercing hiss.

"I was wrong, Boss Hong, I was wrong!" Dong Guohao could spare no thought for face anymore, dropping to his knees again and again to beg for mercy.

"My ancestral shrine only lets in, never out. Since you've entered, you cannot return to that gorge," the youth said quietly.

Using a Succession Crystal would make one a pseudo-Servant, and one would still have to find oneself a Master, but using this one had no such restriction.

Meanwhile, Zhou Mingxi's gaze had been fixed on this side the whole time. Seeing Li Yihan's face full of defeat, a faint smile flashed across her face.

Liu Xin nodded, which counted as an answer to Chen Juhua's question. Seeing Liu Xin nod, Chen Juhua was rather taken aback.

To own such a grand old mansion here, money alone wouldn't do — one also needed status.

The Jiang family's Black Fortress was built exceedingly early; though today, weathered by wind and rain, it is somewhat mottled and cannot compare with the splendor of other clans in recent years, yet whether soldier or bandit, when they gaze upon it from afar, the dread it inspires is all the greater.

The tremendous impact nearly winded me; a damage number of 50,000 points floated lazily above my head. The elder sister behind me immediately stepped back half a pace, then loosed an illuminating arrow at the stone gate. As a flash of light went by, a figure gradually revealed itself before us.

Each realm has its own laws and order. To maintain the balance of every realm, the barriers between realms were jointly constructed by great cultivators of divine powers, built upon the laws of the Way of Heaven as their foundation. Cultivators of one realm may not casually interfere with the development of another, or else they will face the sanction of the Way of Heaven's laws.

Appraisal: One of the Three Ninjas of Konoha, possessing outstanding talent in medical ninjutsu, wielding the "Monster Strength" taijutsu capable of delivering a fatal blow to an opponent, fond of gambling — yet afflicted with hemophobia.

Hong Yi's gaze, however, was not on An Heng; instead, he looked at Yang Pan's lifeless corpse on the ground and sighed within his heart.

After a long while, Cai Yan departed with regret, resolute and unhesitating. And with Cai Yan's leaving just like this, it was destined that they might, in the future, be no more than passing strangers.

"How goes the arrangement in the garden?" the man spoke slowly, his voice stern and august, seemingly devoid of the slightest emotion.

It had been a full three months now; Yu Mei's reactions had gradually lessened. The imperial physician advised that, with the weather turning warm, getting out more would be good for her health.

At this moment, Chen Wu'er held tightly to Long Chen's hand, just like a pair of lovers, "reluctant" to let go.

Qin Yang glanced at them in the rearview mirror; his gaze fell on Baby's sorrowful face, and he couldn't help feeling a touch of pity. Yet this matter had been specially arranged by Mo Xianan. But when he turned his eyes back to Mo Xianan's expression, he suddenly froze as well.

Yuan Xue smiled and said nothing. After the meal, I drove Yuan Xue back to the dormitory. Behind the wheel with nowhere to go, I pulled the car over to the roadside. I should call Leng Mochen — whether or not I go back, I ought to let him know.