Chapter 216: Visitors

She wanted to get a few more quilts to cover her brother, but the house only had one slightly thicker quilt.

“Not bad, you’ve improved—be more proactive from now on, don’t keep that stiff face all day, try loosening up your facial muscles!” Chen Jie tilted her chin proudly, as if all this were her doing.

Honestly, it really felt like old times—Wu Di was back in those days, staying up all night playing battlefield, occasionally grabbing the comms mic to shout orders.

None of the four remembered how they got back to the academy that day, but from then on, their bond seemed to grow even closer.

The lover came to his senses just as he tried to beg for mercy—his hands were instantly bound with rope, and one of the officers dragged him toward the magistrate’s office.

Bai Guang City isn’t a problem, but how do we explain players working as sailors on the Eastern Continent without letting them launch random attacks?

Even if you kill him, he’ll eventually reform due to the high concentration of earth elements.

“Eat, take a bath, then go to sleep.” Ning Xuanxuan’s voice carried exhaustion; she was just as drained as everyone else.

“You’re just in time—your kid ran into my mother and knocked her down, then beat up my father. What do you say we handle this? Public or private settlement?” The bald giant crossed his arms, smirking as he studied Huang Youyin.

Wang Yun glared at the other man; his intermittent speech pattern was enough to reveal his terror over losing his first kiss.

Yin Sizhe looked down at her arm, gently holding him back, and unconsciously wrapped his warm palm around her cold fingers.

Mi Na laid An Ruchu back on the bed, her face pale; she hesitated, but said nothing.

Leaving aside other matters, just the one area of the Sighing Mountains where this team operated contained two legacy realms: the Abandoned Capital and the Burning Fortress.

Suddenly, chaotic spiritual energy surged from below. Yang Tian snapped open his eyes, his mind racing—he extended his soul, swiftly locking onto the source of the disturbance.

Su Li didn’t know why she opened up to Yin Sizhe—perhaps because she hadn’t met anyone her age in a month; she’d been too lonely for too long.

After feeling moved and grateful for the extra shares, reason returned—and with it, a deep unease. He felt it was wrong to accept, so he decided to decline her kindness.

After a long while, the old man finally came to, but Zhu Tinghui immediately noticed the change—he’d aged drastically in an instant. The sight filled him with sorrow.

Wu You saw the distant hilltops—bare, no trees at all. Had they been stripped bare in battle, or had they always been this way?

Though he held the Demon Demon Rod, his strength couldn’t even match a Primitive Holy Elephant—how could he possibly stand against the Primitive Ancient Beasts behind it?

This news remained known only to a few; to prevent the killer from exploiting any clues, authorities hadn’t disclosed the cause of death. But days passed—three slipped by—and since no further autopsy was ordered, Hong Hui must be buried. Unmarried children would be cremated.

In the capital, besides the gossip about the Ying Prince’s marriage to Lady Liu, another matter now dominated street-corner chatter.

When the cultivators who activated the great array died, the Dragon-Subduing Sect’s protective array gradually collapsed—thus, the Moonlit Sect now had no means left to stop Xia Tian.

I blushed faintly and nodded gently, yet my heart was calm. A tingling warmth surged up my spine, racing downward—excruciatingly itchy, yet blissfully so.

Lady Guo ignored her sister, strolling over slowly. Her belly, still not visibly swollen after three or four months, had grown noticeably plump. She naturally envied Jue Chan Shi’s flower-like beauty and willow-slim figure, especially as Consort Hui paraded her everywhere, nearly ready to send her straight to the dragon’s bed—she couldn’t bear it.

Inside Immortal Tower, besides the exquisite dishes, the immortal wines were equally delicious, their flavor unmatched in Zang State.

Xiang Xi worked diligently in the Hanlin Academy, always kind to his colleagues. Within half a year, he earned broad approval and made two close friends. Every day, he went to work and returned home with Shui Qingqian and Shangguan Heng—his life was peaceful and carefree.

Now that they knew Wen Xueluo was still alive, Yan House and Wen House remained the best public allies. Ru Yi exhaled in relief. Though puzzled by Yan Huai’s urgency to send people searching for Xie Shuning’s whereabouts, he knew now wasn’t the time to clash with the Xie family.

The entire room was decorated with all kinds of beautiful landscapes, animals, bizarre figures, and many things they didn’t recognize.

Yin Yi felt a flicker of awkwardness seeing the anxious YG students. Her clear eyes fixed on the dimming ground lights, then she dashed forward.

Meanwhile, Chen Yi narrowed his eyes—not retreating, he surged forward, crashing into the opponent’s chest, seizing his sword-wielding wrist, then thrusting his body hard. The man flew backward like a broken kite, crashing into the two already felled men.

But the man heard nothing—he had fainted the moment Cui Feng dug out his left eye.

“Take your time talking—don’t worry about being overheard; this place is safe,” Ye Liaosha grinned, poking her head in through the door. “I’ll lock the door for you.” Then she shut it tightly.

They scattered in all directions, deploying countless wondrous arrays. Red figures darted through the air—breathtakingly beautiful. But in this moment, no one had time to admire the beauty; once the arrays were set, the Zhongyan Dragon Valley disciples tensed, waiting for the coming bloodbath.

“Cheng Bi and the others are already searching for the Doll Manor, right? If Feng Siniang wants to go, what difference does it make whether she enters a little earlier or later? That young master seems gentle—I doubt Feng Miss will be in danger anytime soon,” Shi Hui smiled lightly.

“I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe something happened after I left—I’m not sure!” Pete shook his head.

Dong Zhanyun slept for three days and three nights. On the third day, he finally woke. Only then did he realize his condition—he opened his eyes to find himself in a bedroom, wearing a long-sleeved nightgown.