Chapter 277: Jasmine

At that moment, when Yunyang lifted Lin Feng and revealed Li Wan beneath him, Zhang Chaoyang let out a startled cry.

The carriage outside the gate naturally bore no sign of the Prime Minister’s mansion; after Li Zhishi and the other two boarded and traveled roughly half the distance, they disembarked and entered an alleyway on foot—Li Gang had carefully planned the route to avoid prying eyes and ensure absolute safety.

At this point, Wu Song was utterly dazed, carried into the room by Zhang Xixi; two large red dragon-and-phoenix candles burned on the table, draped in a crimson tablecloth, and even the curtains and quilts were red.

Once, I casually mentioned to Xia Haoyu that I liked green, and unexpectedly, he chose for me a necklace inlaid with emeralds—his attentiveness to me was truly meticulous.

If the opponent ultimately abandons the gamble entirely and devotes himself solely to seeking the Four Heavenly Palaces while using the power of rules to alter the world, it will be the Four Heavenly Emperors themselves who suffer.

In the upper circles of the North Sea, Li Wan had many suitors, including one of Wu Tianhua’s sons, but unfortunately, after five years, Li Wan remained single.

Though his eyes rested on his chopsticks and bowl, the Emperor’s peripheral vision never left Yao Chuxi’s hands—he knew precisely which dish she picked up and which she barely touched.

This made Wu Jing view Lin Feng with new respect—when had this guy learned so much?

“Alright, I’ll go with you—I visited the place recently and know the location,” Wei Liang said, looking at me, then turning to fetch something from inside. I held my phone, sighed deeply, and walked toward the door.

On the other side, Jia Zhengjin, transformed into a wild cat, stealthily followed the carriage all the way to the village entrance.

Wuxin, sipping tea, glanced up absentmindedly at the sudden intruders, then frowned, a flicker of suspicion passing through his eyes.

“Your enemy is my friend—do you think I’m the kind of person who betrays or harms friends?” Murong Xue sneered, studying Wuxin with odd disdain, her gaze brimming with contempt. The remark sounded more like mockery, for Murong Baili was hardly any less a friend to Wuxin.

Chen Chu’s face darkened; he snorted, unleashed his divine power, and charged toward Ye Chen.

I casually intercepted Luo Jingyun’s strike, forcing him back several meters—he is Luo Shuoyue’s younger brother, so I dared not strike too hard.

The old man snorted coldly and shouted, “We’ve roamed the Jianghu for decades—we’re not cowards afraid of death, and the Twin Monsters of Longcheng aren’t anyone’s playthings.” No sooner had he spoken than he hurled the bowl and chopsticks in his hands at Wuxin and turned to dash into the thatched hut.

This may be linked to Bai Su’s growing strength—he found his Wood Spirit energy had become increasingly potent in healing his body.

Gu Ye accepted the praise with perfect composure, planning to ride this momentum all the way to victory. She lay hidden in the bushes along the mid-lane, waiting for the opposing player.

Lin An’an said: “It’s also to curry favor with your wife.” She pinched two fingers together and pulled the object out.

Yu Danhua smiled warmly: “No need for flattery—seeing you grow into responsible adults is the greatest joy for any teacher.” With that, she turned to look at Chen Yan.

Some netizens were stunned by Chengnuo’s sudden shift in tone, while others cheered and set off firecrackers, celebrating a “dream come true.”

“Their families have been close for generations; they arranged the marriage when they were children,” Chu Lingfeng said calmly.

At this moment, Chen Xue didn’t seem without options—then, astonishingly, her fourth arm appeared. But the surprises didn’t end: after the fourth arm came the fifth.

Just as water has ice and extreme cold as branches, the other four elements each have their own sub-attributes—thus, Lei Li’s clones numbered in the dozens, like snowflakes, embodying all the Battle Spirit attributes.

Zhong Qing looked left and right; everywhere was gilded and opulent, extravagantly decorated—the Emperor had clearly taken great care with her; perhaps she might even become a favored concubine. But she didn’t care.

—Who lies buried in these desolate graves? How many nameless heroes? How many lonely wanderers?

“Miss, you’ve come at the perfect time—the Young Master said he’s already sent the Asura Sword to you, and waits only for you to claim it,” Jue Sen said, his expression still gentle and refined.

“Blood Orchid Sect… Blood Orchid Sect…” Zhang Xue murmured, her eyes filled with hatred; she could no longer hold back and flung herself into my arms, weeping helplessly, like a sudden gale sobbing faintly in the distance.

Ye Kai stared at him, waiting a long while before coldly saying: “The blade is here.” His hand flipped—the blade appeared, gleaming white, thin and sharp, its edge flashing a chilling light beneath the sun that could steal souls.

Hearing Li Ningyu speak this way, Li Wei’s face hardened and he snapped: “The Prince and the Grand Secretary have been waiting here for you an entire hour—how can you speak such nonsense?”

“Fine, then,” Bo Yang said, crossing his leg and eyeing him, the picture of a stubborn man who wouldn’t leave unless he got his way.

Covered by a light blanket, she wriggled like a newborn pup in her bed, her body brimming with lazy cells, utterly unaware of the note beside her pillow bearing a smiling face.

Through the screen, Bo Yang could picture her making a silly face, her voice playful.

Jiang Xinyu’s car was parked by the roadside, not leaving immediately; at first, he simply didn’t want to draw attention—but after hearing the couple’s conversation, his heart stirred.

The two men were clearly drunk, nearly reclining in their seats, yet stretched their wine-cup arms to their fullest extent.

No one had ever heard of the plainclothes squad returning to the city for rest—if they’d been operating outside the city all along, they’d need supplies, and someone must have been delivering them.